Dark Admirer (14 page)

Oh, hell! She wanted that, too.

Fingers slid deeper between her cheeks, rubbing up and down, dipping into her vagina, spreading the wetness, easing the glide of his finger between her crease.

“Your cunt weeps.”

Her knees went a little weak. She always liked a little dirty bedroom talk, and in this fantasy he seemed to know that. In her mind she saw her stranger, the beautiful unmarred side of his face watching her as he stroked between her ass, the tattooed part of his mouth whispering against her ear.
“Your cunt needs a cock.”

She heard the words, but not in her own voice. It was his, and the hell he was putting her body through teasing her like this was driving her crazy.

“Where do you want me to take you tonight, Eve? What is it you want?”

What did she want? Well, to come, naturally. But what was it her body was struggling for? She couldn’t put a name to it, she just knew she needed release.

“Do you want to be fucked tonight, Eve, or do you want the reverent touch of a lover?”

“I…I don’t know,” she murmured as she licked her lips. “Wh…where do you want to go tonight?”

“Anywhere with you, Eve.”

And then she was falling backwards until she was lying on her back on the bed. She felt a broad, warm palm cushioning her fall and the silken glide of his hair against her collar bone.

“Where will you take me, Eve?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

“Everywhere,
” he repeated, sounding thoughtful as his mouth skimmed between the valley of her quivering breasts down to her belly.
“Then I accept, Eve. You will take me everywhere, and I will follow you like a disciple.”

Eve could feel the insistence of his lips pressing against her jaw in soft, urgent kisses. His touch, his warmth. It was so real, so visceral, that Eve could not make herself believe it was only a fantasy. This had to be real. She’d never experienced such desire, nor had she ever been this wet. She could feel her juices running down her thighs.

She was dying for his penetration.

“You tempt me, Eve. I cannot resist. I no longer want to.”

“Don’t resist,” she begged, arching her body and lifting her hips. She wanted this. Needed this. But he refused to give her the hard thrust of his cock, and instead moved away until all she could feel was cool air sweeping over her breast. It was followed by a moist warmth.

“Yes,” she pleaded, closing her eyes as she savoured the sensations sweeping through her. He was licking her nipple, slow, skilled licks that drove her wild. In her mind she saw him, his tongue flicking along her nipple, his hand engulfing her big breast. And he’d be watching her. She knew that. Somehow she knew that her stranger enjoyed watching her pleasure.

“Yes, Eve. See me in your mind. Imagine what I look like tonguing you.”
She moaned in excitement. Her body lifted a bit off the bed, until she was arched and her breasts were jutting up high in the air. Then she felt her breast and nipple being tugged into his mouth, suckling her.

Eve allowed herself to slip into the darkness of sensuality. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the feel of his suckling mouth, the heat caressing her body as she imagined his hands traversing her body in slow seeking sweeps as he learned her, discovered what thrilled her and made her moan for him.

Time was suspended as he loved her, and restless, unable to reach out and stroke his body, she curled her fingers around the spindles of the headboard and tilted her head back, allowing her lips to part and a breathless whimper to escape them.

“How beautiful you look in your passion,”
he said as she felt his mouth descend between the valley of her breasts towards her navel.
“I could look upon you forever and it would not be long enough. I will look upon you tonight as you find your release, and I will treasure it, that memory of you trembling beneath my lips.”

“What is your name?” she asked on a gasp as his mouth nuzzled the soft curls between her thighs.

“Anael.”

“Anael,” she murmured again. “Beautiful dark angel.”

“Kiss me.”

Anael knew this was wrong. Knew he shouldn’t be here, but the beautiful temptation of Eve was more than he could resist. So, he would be condemned for eternity to the Abyss. At least he would have memories of Eve to give him solace.

He felt the tentative touch of her lips against his shoulder. She was searching through the air, trying to find him, when he decided that if he were going to risk all tonight, then he might as well make it all worthwhile.

His human form crystallised atop her, and she cried out, wrapped her thigh around his waist when she felt him materialise atop her. He rolled with her, lying on his back, her atop him, straddling him. Her heavy breasts dragged across his chest, and he felt the sharp stabs of her nipples kissing his skin.

It was dark. She would not be able to see the sins that marred his face. She would only be able to feel him. The strength in his arms and chest. The hardness of his cock which was pulsing with the very great desire to penetrate her. To fill her full the night through.

“Kiss me,”
he whispered again. This time though, he reached for the back of her head, fisted his hand in her long, tangled hair and brought her mouth down to his. But she took over, and instead of pressing her lips to his, she flicked her tongue along his lips—the tattooed part. He growled, more turned on than he had ever been in his life. The side of his mouth that had been marked was ultra sensitive, and to have her warm, wet tongue flicking along it was an erotic sensation he had never felt before. He definitely wanted more of that.

Again she repeated the movement of her tongue, but this time she swirled her nipples against the width of his chest. Again her tongue crept out, but he tricked her and met her tongue with the tip of his. Slowly, erotically, their tongues touched in curling flicks reminding him of the way her tongue would lick its way up his cock.

And holy hell he wanted that, her mouth sucking his cock.

He looked into her passion glazed eyes, and wondered if she could see him as well. What did she see lying beneath her? A man? Or a scarred angel?

As he gazed up into her eyes, Anael felt himself being lured by her seduction, by the image of her mouth covering his shaft. Her hips were shifting, rocking against his cock, her pussy trying to find its way to him. Faster, she licked his tongue in an erotic dance as if she were simulating fellatio, and Christ, he felt those caresses of her tongue all the way down to his cock. He reached down, between their bodies and stroked himself, rubbing the head of his erection between her sex where she was hot and wet. The wet head of his dick found her clitoris and circled it, driving her mad if the sound of her moan was anything to go by.

Her eyes flared, deepening to black as he circled the erect nub with his cock. She watched him, hungry for passion.

Now ensnared in her trance, he wet his lips and cupped his hand around her head. Fisting his fingers in her hair, he brought her forward, crushing his mouth against hers. It was a carnal kiss and he devoured her with unrestrained passion.

“Is this what you want?” she asked bringing his hand to her breast. Bending forward, she licked his throat. Anael closed his eyes, savouring the sensation. Yes, this is what he wanted; her desiring him. Her loving him.

“Take me then, if this is what you want.”

Like a savage, Anael fitted his hands around her waist and lifted her up, bringing her breasts to his mouth. Hungrily he took from her, suckling her—starving for her.

His hand moved between their bodies, as she writhed atop him, her moans filling the room, as well as the scent of sex—hers and his. He reached for his cock, brought it to her opening. Instinctively she sat on him, sinking down fast and hard, taking him all the way in her tight cunt that squeezed him like a choking fist.

He groaned, clasped her hips in his palms and showed her the rhythm he wanted which was a slow, writhing dance of seduction. He wanted to last, didn’t want to spill inside her after a handful of strokes. He wanted to be inside her all night, wanted to be seduced and lured by the call of her body and the vice of her pussy.

He was watching her, Eve knew it. She could feel the heat of his beautiful gaze travelling along her pale body as she hovered above him. She was in a shaft of moonlight, and knew that the silver glow gave a luminescence to her body. He could see everything of her, and she could see nothing of him. What did he think of her?

“I think you look stunning riding my cock.”

His big hands were travelling up her hips and over to her waist where they rested on her ribs. She felt his gaze burning her nipples, and knew then that he was watching the sway and bounce of her breasts. Suddenly he covered them with his hands, and she saw the way they were too big, spilling out of his palms.

With a smile she tossed back her head and listened to the harshness of his breaths as she leaned back, giving him a full view of her undulating body on top of him. She writhed and moaned and stroked her hands along her body, sensitising her already heightened flesh. He moaned, sighed, surged his hips upwards, filling her harder as he watched her dance of seduction.

“You fuck like a Succubus,”
he said, his voice now a low growl in the dark.
“A beautiful demoness, sucking the life out of me. It is a torture I’d willingly die for.”

The bed was rocking with her thrusts, as were her breasts. Eve rode her lover harder and harder, and still he wanted more. When she grew tired, and her thighs burned, he helped her, thrusting his hips up, filling her impossibly further and deeper, unrelenting in his strokes until she was sweating.

And then, knowing she was so close, he found her clitoris and stroked it, pulled at it, until she screamed and stiffened and then fell onto his damp chest.