Final Surrender (7 page)

She turned to find him staring at her.

“I want you, Angie. I want you now.” Angela must have seen the need written on his face and the bulge in his pants meant for her as she looked down his body.

She dropped the belt on the floor with a thud, picked her hair up off her neck and slowly turned her back towards him.

“Then come take me. All you have to do is help me out of this dress.”

Chapter Seven

He moved toward her, but lifted her up, cradling her close to his chest.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she held tightly around his neck.

“I’m going to do this right,” was his answer.

He carried her up the stairs, straight into his bedroom. He was a big guy and had a bed to match. Large, masculine, but candles were lit on little glass plates, filling the room with dancing light.

He set her on her feet and her breathtaking smile lit up the space inside him. She looked like a fairy in the candlelight as she turned in a circle. Seemed his extra effort was paying off so far.

“You did all this?”

“I had a bit of help from one of my little old lady neighbors.”

“But, why? You said I was supposed to find someone else.What if I had done just that?”

Self-consciously, he shrugged. “I did say that you were supposed to find someone else, but I hoped that you wanted me as badly as I wanted you. I wanted this to be special for you.” A pause filled with sexual tension expanded between them. “Now, about that dress?”

Seduction filled her eyes as she slowly turned her back toward him again. Just like in his dreams, she pulled her hair over her shoulder, exposing the zipper.

Clay sauntered up behind her, deliberately tugging the zipper all the way down until it exposed the top of what he hoped were very brief black panties. The fact that she didn’t have a bra on didn’t escape his attention either.

He brushed his fingertips up her back, making her arch like a cat as a sigh escaped her lips.

Clay pushed the dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist.

He watched her work her hips out of the dress. It was a strip tease like he’d always dreamed of. Even as he hoped she’d never done it for anyone before. The way she wiggled sent all the blood to the swollen head of his dick, which was already dying to feel her beneath him.

When the dress fell to the floor, a groan echoed in his chest. That was apparently all the encouragement she needed to face him.

She stood there bare breasted, with small black panties covering her wetness and an evening gown pooled at her feet. Her body was a fantasy. Creamy skin covering taut muscles he’d felt beneath her dress when they were dancing.

Clay’s eyes couldn’t see enough at one time and he didn’t know what he wanted to touch first. Her perky breasts with nipples so hard they ached to be sucked, or her sculpted tummy he wanted to run his teeth against.

“Clay?” Angela questioned with an anxious voice. Surely she had to know what a fucking knockout she was.

He palmed her cheeks, kissing her softly. “I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want you tonight.”

Angela ran her fingernails down his back, sexily hauling him closer to rub her midsection against his growing problem.

“I feel like things are a bit one-sided. Let’s see what we can do about that.” Before she finished speaking, his shirt had been tugged over his head, tossed on the floor, as a huge grin spread across her face. Damned if the girl wasn’t good for his ego, too.

He kicked his boots off, disposing of the pants, which were going to strangle his cock before he could even work it inside her wet core. Her eyes never left him as he stood with only boxers to cover himself. She focused on the erection standing at attention.

They stood there for long moments, staring at each other.

“What are you thinking?” Clay asked her as he closed the distance between them.

“How badly I want your dick in my hand. In my mouth,” she admitted behind hooded lashes.

Clay wanted to take all the care in the world with her, but she was going to make it rather difficult if she kept that up. He laughed deeply as Angela climbed on the bed on her knees in front of him and rubbed her hands together with glee. Her anxiety was palpable, but she covered it well with her charming nature.

She placed her hands on his chest, marveling at his strength and tone.

“I…” was all she got out before her voice seemed to close up.

He stared as her eyes flicked up to his face and then back down to his chest.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” Angela confessed in a whispered voice.

“So have I,” Clay admitted, before he could call it back. He raised her chin to force her gaze to reach his, running his hands across the tanned skin of her back, bringing her closer to his mouth. The first contact of her bare chest next to his seemed to burn.

Clay continued kissing her as she helped him out of his boxers and he ran his hands across her breasts. He cupped them each in turn, feeling their weight as he groaned with pleasure. Not too big and not too small. They were absolutely perfect.

He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples as she grabbed the heavily veined shaft she had finally unwrapped.

“
Holy God
, Angela!”

She laughed into his mouth at his reaction to her slender fingers wrapped around his dick.

She ran her hands up and down the length of him, cupping his balls. The head of his cock wept for her. As if she heard its silent plea, she kissed down his chest. Her breath was a tantalizing whisper of sensation along his flesh that threatened to break out in goose flesh if he didn’t get it under control. Quickly.

Clay opened eyes he didn’t remember closing to see her slide her tongue across his abdomen. He reached up, brushing the hair from her face so he could see each moment her exquisite mouth touched him.

He nearly lost his balance when her rosy lips took the engorged head of his cock into her mouth.

Her moans of pure delight nearly had him coming in her mouth as she slowly moved on him. Her slick mouth giving him a preview of what the rest of her body would feel like.

He pulled his dick out of her mouth, hastily pushing her down to lie in front of him.

“My turn,” was all he said as he slipped her panties down her legs, letting them fall to the floor.

His Angela lay naked in front of him for the first time and he was awestruck by her beauty.

It was flushed with need and warm to the touch and she was completely bare to his gaze.
Finally
.

He lay next to her and she put a hand possessively on his cock, which jumped at her touch.

He took her mouth voraciously with his own and she squeezed him instinctively.

His hand was on her ribs and he could feel them right through her skin. Her breathing was shallow and he remembered the last time he made her sound like that.

He ran his hand down her belly and nudged her legs apart, finding wetness and heat waiting for him, a small pool of glistening juice clinging to the lips of her sex.

Clay slid a finger into her and she groaned her desire into his mouth. He had wanted to feel her for so long. To touch her, to taste her. The sensation of her wet pussy gripping his finger was nothing short of perfection.

“You’re so tight. We’re going to have to do this nice and easy.”

Angela pulled his face down to hers. “I don’t want nice and easy. I don’t want to wait for you to be inside me. I want you, Clay. I want you now.”

He circled her clit with his thumb, filling her with two fingers.

She lifted her hips to his rhythm, as her hands did wicked things to his more than ready dick.

Clay licked into her mouth then removed his fingers from her clinging channel. He could feel her cream on his fingers and he wanted so badly to taste her.

Later
, he told himself, as he rummaged in his nightstand for a condom. He put it on in record time, positioning himself between her legs as he settled back in bed.

She looked up at him, her body trembling as he pushed her legs wider to make room for his powerful hips. His body shook right along with hers as he nudged the head of his cock against her opening. He grabbed the base to hold it steady and eased forward through her sweet juice.

Her nails dug into his arms and he liked the small bite of pain as he fed his aching flesh into her body.

“You’re…so…big,” she panted, as he pushed a little deeper. He’d never been with someone so tight before. Fist tight. All of his concentration was on making it good for her before he exploded.

His chuckle made them both groan as he pushed in an inch or so farther. “Flattery, Angela. It’ll get you anything. At least from me it will.” Sweat gathered along his back, his temples, as he pushed his way inside her tight sheath, and her breath caught as he laid his thumb against her engorged clit. He felt her toes curl where she’d wrapped her foot around his thigh, and her back arched off the bed, which added the benefit of her nipples grazing his chest.

He’d never taken such care with a girl before. With growing needs of his own, he tried to keep it slow and steady. Giving her just a little bit more each time.

She was so small and his balls grew tighter by the moment with years of pent-up frustration culminating to this moment of ecstasy.

She arched her hips, trying to take more of him inside, but he kept holding back. Her pussy was so tight he was gonna lose his mind…

“Stop teasing, Clay,” she mumbled as she strained against him, her eyes closed.

Sweat ran down his temples. “I don’t want to hurt you, Angie. I didn’t realize you were still a—”

“I love you inside me,” she interrupted as her eyelids shot back open and she cut off what he was about to say. “I love what you do to me. You holding back
is
hurting me. Please?” Angela searched his eyes, beseeching him for something he didn’t understand.

Clay finally stopped trying to be gentle, burying himself deep inside her body.

Fireworks flashed behind his eyelids, as he thrust inside her. He opened his eyes in time to see her face contort in pleasure. He could tell the instant the pain turned to something more for her and he let out the breath he’d been holding.

She instinctively lifted her hips to him on every stroke to increase the contact. The little noises she made were enough to drive any man crazy. How he loved hearing the little sighs she made as he took her higher and higher toward a place neither of them had ever expected to find together. Her moaning his name as he pushed her farther toward release nearly lost the battle he waged to keep from coming.

Her nipples taunted him as they bounced with every thrust so he rubbed her pussy juice around each and tasted them. The small point grew harder in his mouth as he suckled it. Licking off her juice, along with tasting her perfumed skin, jacked him up another notch.

He prepared to gather more of the wetness, leaking along her ass, coating her thighs and his, when Angela reached up, dragging his face down to her mouth, kissing him hungrily. She moaned when she tasted herself on his tongue.

She stuttered around most of her words. “Thank you…for…coming home for…me…”

He ran his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, as she wrapped one leg around his waist and wave after wave of her release swept through her as she shouted his name.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” Clay whispered in her ear, and he hoped she was too far gone to hear him. “Tonight you are mine for the first time, but not the last,” he added.

She held on to his body, shaking. Her head fell backwards and he eased her onto the bed.

He plunged deep inside her, sending shivers to the tips of his toes as he filled her body.

Clay buried himself to the root as pure sexual energy shot down from his head and up from his toes, firing synapses of nerves he never knew existed. He came with a force which rendered him mute for several seconds, until he felt her pussy clamping down on him again. He claimed her mouth as he came inside her body for the first time, both of them clinging to each other as their hearts raced.

He would lose the battle he fought within himself.
How can I live without her?

Clay rolled off her flushed body. Her body was in no way able to keep accommodating him, even though he wanted to put out the
Do Not Disturb
sign and stay a while, and he laughed as her mouth turned down into a pout.

He got up on shaky legs, took care of the used condom, then came back to bed, chuckling softly.

“Don’t pout, you,” he teased, pulling her next to his side.

Angela settled against him like their bodies were made for each other. Candle lights danced shadows across the room while he petted her.

After a few minutes of silence, Clay asked, “When do I need to get you home?”

She jerked like she’d almost been asleep and he felt her smile against his chest. She stroked his stomach and he kissed the top of her head. “Not until sometime tomorrow. I was supposed to spend the night with Becca after prom.”

She snuggled in closer as Clay pulled a comforter over both of them. “Why, sick of me already?”

“
Hell no.
Just wondering how to pace myself.” He hadn’t ever experienced complete contentment before, but he did as Angela kissed his chest and he tucked her closer to his side.

“Angie?” Clay asked quietly several minutes later, afraid she had already fallen asleep.

“Yes?”

“How in the world could you have still been a virgin?”

Her heartbeat sped up in her wrist and he got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was she going to try and deny it?

“Umm…well,” was all she said.

Clay lifted her chin so he could stare into her eyes.

Sensing her self-consciousness, he kissed her lips then ran his free hand through his hair. Angela leaned up on her elbow and looked down at him.

“I told you I would wait for you.”

Clay captured her fragile hand and held it to his chest. Being this close scared the shit out of him.

“But why, Angela? Why did you…save that for me?” Even to his own ears the question sounded more like a curse. “I didn’t ask you to, you know.”

Clay looked into her eyes, expecting to see anger or hurt, but she giggled instead.

“I waited for you because you’re the only one I want.”

She leaned down and kissed him softly, running her nose along his jaw line, basking in his scent.

Before he could come up with a response she snuggled next to him again.

Clay chuckled under his breath as he wrapped the comforter around her.