Just when she was sure Angelo would put his mouth on that most secret part, his hands tightened on her hips and he spun her around so that her bottom was facing him. She almost asked what he intended to do … until she imagined him kissing this part of her body like he'd done to her front. A whole new kind of tremor ran through her.
But instead of experiencing the pleasure of his mouth on her backside, she felt him tense. She had only to look over her shoulder to understand what had given him pause. He was staring at her back and the scar that ran from her right shoulder blade down to her opposite hip.
Minka opened her mouth to tell him that the younger doctor, Renard, had sliced her to the bone with one of the guard's knives out of anger a few days before she escaped. The cut had been severe and terribly painful at the time, but now it was barely even discernible and no longer hurt at all. But the words came out as nothing more than a sigh as Angelo began to softly kiss every single millimeter of that scar. The tender reverence he showed as he did it brought tears to her eyes, reminding her again that he was like no man she had ever met.
When he'd kissed away every bad memory of what had happened, Angelo stood and turned her around, then kissed her tenderly on the lips again before stepping back to gaze at her nude body. It felt very strange to be completely naked in front of him while he was still fully dressed-strange but not bad. Earlier, he had said she was beautiful, but now she felt the truth of his words in the way he looked at her.
Angelo reached over his shoulder and grabbed his shirt, yanking it off in one smooth motion. His boots and jeans quickly followed, leaving him standing there in nothing but a pair of very tight underwear straining to contain his arousal. He moved to take them off, and while she desperately wished to know what was hidden under there, she stepped forward to stop him. She suddenly wanted to take her time and explore first.
Minka had seen Angelo like this the previous nights they had slept together on the couch, but now it was different. Now she had permission to touch anywhere she pleased.
She placed her hands first on the thick, strong muscles of his chest, feeling his heart beat fast and rhythmically under her fingers. Her nose had already told her that he was excited-the scent was unmistakable. But it was still good to feel his heart pounding like it was.
She slowly moved her hands lower, feeling his muscles flex under her touch. He inhaled sharply as she lightly grazed the hardness pushing to escape his underwear. She smiled even as she felt her face heat at her boldness. She couldn't believe what she was doing.
She went even lower, massaging his powerful thighs before going back to trace the hardness hidden beneath the thin material of his underwear.
Angelo was the one who finally shoved them down. That was fortunate, since she didn't think she could have done it.
Minka tried not to gasp as his hard shaft sprang out. It was … huge. At least, she assumed it was-she had nothing to compare it to. Regardless, the throbbing between her legs doubled in intensity at the sight of him.
She boldly ran her hand down his stomach until it came to rest on the base of his shaft. Then she moved even slower, carefully letting her hand encircle his thickness, squeezing softly. It was so hard and pulsed in time with his heartbeat. She wanted to explore his shaft more, eager to move her fingers all the way to the tip and the bead of glistening clear fluid, as if waiting for her. But Angelo caught her hand with a groan, and before Minka knew what was happening, he lifted her up and set her on the bed. Taking one ankle in his hand, he kissed his way down the inside of her thigh. She would have complained about him interrupting her exploration, but the feel of his hot mouth on her skin made talking impossible.
Angelo pushed her legs wider, and she clutched the blanket, instinctively knowing where he was heading. Having her legs pushed so far apart-with Angelo able to see everything-was amazing.
Eyes smoldering, he nipped at her inner thigh, his perfect white teeth gently sinking into skin that she'd never realized was so sensitive. Her fingers twisted into the blankets, and she could feel her claws trying to slip out. But she was too focused on what Angelo was doing to worry about whether they did or not.
When Angelo reached the center of her secret place, she thought her claws really did come out and dig into the blankets, but she couldn't be sure. She dropped her head back, moaning long and loud as his tongue glided up and down her wet folds.
Her whole body trembled, and she knew she'd never in her life experienced a feeling as wonderful. The bliss as the tip of his tongue came into contact with the sensitive core at the top of her cleft was beyond simple pleasure. It was almost transcendent.
Minka heard a familiar sound in the distance, and it took her a moment to realize it was her-or maybe the beast inside her-purring as she writhed against Angelo's mouth. Her breathing came faster and faster.
She arched up on the bed as Angelo gripped her bottom in his hands and lapped at her wetness with his tongue. The waves of pleasure continued to grow until she was sure she would explode.
But she didn't. Instead, she continued to orgasm until her body was so wrung out she could barely move. Only then, when she knew she could take no more, did Angelo move his mouth away.
Minka fell back against the bed, gasping and panting to catch her breath as small tremors of pleasure wracked her body. She didn't even realize Angelo had left the room until she heard movement over by the door. She lifted her head just in time to see him walking back into the bedroom, slowly rolling a stretchy, translucent material down his long, hard shaft. She knew what it was, but yet again, it was something she had no actual experience with. She was gaining a lot of that tonight.
When he finished getting the condom rolled into place, he walked over to her, his eyes hungry. His heavy erection swayed as he climbed in bed with her, and she moved back a little to give him room between her thighs.
Her heart started racing all over again, both from the scent of her essence all over his face and the thought of what it would feel like to have that thickness buried deep inside her. For such a big, muscular man, Angelo was extremely careful as he moved between her thighs and leaned over her. He made sure to support all his weight with one arm as he kissed his way from her belly button, up past her breasts, until he finally reached her mouth.
Kissing him after he'd been down there was different, but his flavor mixed with hers wasn't displeasing. She was so focused on how delicious the combination was that she almost jumped when the head of his erection nudged against her wet, aroused opening.
Angelo must have taken her surprise for fear, because he broke the kiss and started to back off. She quickly wrapped both legs around his waist, pulling him back in. Then she reached up and buried her fingers in his silky hair, tugging him back down for another kiss. He must have gotten the message because he repositioned the tip of his shaft at her opening and slowly moved it up and down.
Minka gasped against his mouth again, not in surprise, but at the tingles that shot through her when his hardness touched that sensitive little bud at the top of her opening. She was about to complain about his endless teasing again, but then, as if he instinctively knew she was ready, he moved his shaft lower and slowly pushed it inside her.
She was right-he was huge. But definitely not more than she could take. As he slid deeper, she held her breath a little, expecting it to hurt. She'd heard before that a woman's first time could be painful. But then she realized that few women had the opportunity of being with someone like Angelo for their first time.
No matter how much she urged him to go faster, either by grinding her hips against him or pulling him tighter with her legs, he refused to rush it. He kept his thrusts slow and gentle, going deeper a fraction of an inch at a time. It never hurt, but just kept getting better and better.
Minka couldn't pinpoint when the sensation changed from extremely pleasurable to oh my God, I am going to die if you don't thrust faster. One moment she was moaning softly, and the next she was yowling and screaming, yanking him in with her legs as hard as she could and begging for him to take her harder and faster.
She looked up to see him gazing into her eyes as she felt her orgasm approaching. Maybe it was the intensity in his eyes as she writhed and panted under him, or maybe it was just the fact that he was buried in her as deeply as he could be. Either way, she knew this climax would be very different than her first one.