Page 126 of Wicked Angel
That was rewarded with a little mewl of pleasure.
I imagined that big dildo, slick with her juices, sliding in and out of her tight pussy. But she needed more. She needed me?
Fuck, just that thought turned me on, made me want to touch her so fucking badly, get my hands all over her body…
“Close your eyes and picture that orgasm I just had,” I told her. “Can you see me coming?”
“Yeah…”
“It’s happening deep inside you, right now. I’m coming inside you, so hard.”
She gasped, then made a shuddery, unintelligible sound. Then I heard my name again. “Johnny!”
“Come, baby.”
“Yeah. I’m coming…”
“Angel.” I listened to her soft cries and moans. “Keep coming. You’re so beautiful.” I lay there just listening, my hand idly squeezing my half-hard cock, as she came… so close to my ear but so fucking far away. Too far.
“Johnny. Oh my God.” She sighed when she was satisfied. “That was… I don’t think I can ever look you in the eye again.”
“Fuck that. I’m coming over there.” I sat up.
“No, you’re not.” Her tone was firm. Forceful.
“Angeline. For fuck’s sake.”
“Do not.”
I collapsed back into the pillows. “You’re looking me in the eye in the morning,” I told her, just as firmly. “I’m coming over there to make breakfast.”
“And then what?”
I sighed. “In a perfect world? You let me explore your naked body and make love to you all day long as I figure out every single touch that drives you crazy, so I can do it again any time you’ll let me. But I guess that’s up to you.”
She sucked in a soft breath. Silence stretched for a long moment.
“Can I think about that?” The self-consciousness had returned. A wariness. About me, about this, about what just happened. Whatever it was, I hated it.
But I couldn’t exactly push her on it. Not over a fucking phone.
“Of course.”
“Good night, Johnny,” she breathed.
I grit my teeth for a moment as I fought back all the things I would’ve rather said to her right now to try to keep her on the phone.
It’s not about what you want,I told myself.It’s about trust.
“Good night, Angel,” I said softly. “I’m here if you change your mind.”
“About what?”
“About sleeping in my bed tonight.”
I held my breath as she went silent again for a few heartbeats.
“I’ll see you at breakfast,” she said softly. Then she hung up.
