Angel was caught off-guard.
“I’ll manage,” she finally told me.
“You’re trembling.”
My hand slid across her thigh.
She was shaking in the semi-darkness.
“I…I’m sorry,” she whispered sadly.
“No. Don’t be sorry.”
She looked me in the eyes.
It seemed like she was shaking a lot less.
“Do it, Trent,” she whispered.
“I can’t make you another footnote…”
“No, you’re not listening to me,” she insisted, her hand sliding along my own thigh and grabbing at my cock through the denim.
I caught her gaze, bearing witness to ferocity behind those pretty eyes.
Angel didn’t look afraid now.
She looked…different.
“Shut up and fuck me, Trent.”
Where the fuck is this coming from?
But I could see it. This wasn’t a little scared teenager who was trying to be courageous about jumping into bed with me…this was a woman whose confidence suddenly rivaled my own.
She wanted this.
She was ready for this.
My hesitation evaporated, and I drew her into a deep, long kiss, tugging her down into the covers with me…
14
Angel
Trent pulled me down into the bed with him, and our bodies immediately intertwined. He was so handsome, with his incredible physique and the fire burning deep in his eyes.
I could feel an insatiable rush, the pressure of the urges in my brain forcing me onward, tomorrow doesn’t matter, just focus on the right now.
But, then again, I’d forgotten a lot of things.
I let him take control.
Show me, my eyes pleaded.
Help me learn.
Teach me.
And he did. God yes he did.
Trent grasped onto my wrists, holding them down on either side as he lay down upon me, but careful to not crush me. I felt his jeans brush against my skin. As my need overcame me, I was all too eager to run my fingertips down his sculpted abs.
But he wouldn’t let me.
Trent kissed me deeply, hungrily, and moved his lips down to my throat. I craned my neck, exposing the tender flesh to his hot breath and tugging teeth. He kissed, nibbled, and bit at the skin before moving downwards.
His hands still binding my wrists to the bed above my head, he worshipped my ample bosom.
With dripping lust, he took one perky nipple into his mouth. He tugged with his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, flooding my head with pleasure.
He moved to the other. He kept my wrists together with one hand while moving the other down to grasp the breast fully, his fingers digging into the supple flesh.
I could see the strong bulge in his jeans.
I wanted more.
Needed more.
Yanking my wrists free, I took him by surprise. My hands immediately flew to his jeans, my fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt and tugging down the pants.
Almost immediately, his cock sprung to life.
And it was massive.
A long, thick erection bounced in the air between us. In the soft light, I could see a glistening drop of his precum on the very tip, a precursor to his mounting need for pleasure.
But what caught my eye just as much as the generous thickness or incredible length was the collection of piercings lining its length.
“You pierced it?” I asked wondrously.
“Ribbed, for your pleasure,” he chuckled.
I was fascinated.
“Nuh-uh,” he smiled wickedly. “I’m in control. I’m in charge. And it’s my job to show you how this works, right? You just lay back until I tell you otherwise…”
I did as I was told, and Trent descended down to my abdomen, peppering a trail of kisses south – towards my thighs. He was no longer holding my wrists down, but his large, strong hands wrapped around my thighs…holding me in place.
Playfully, I tried to fight his strength, but it was to absolutely no avail.
His lips planted along my inner thighs, kissing his little trail along the supple skin. I breathed out a sigh of anticipation on my back, knowing that my steaming core was ready for whatever he had in mind…
I felt a single, slick finger slide into my wet pussy.
“Oh wow…you are tight,” he whispered huskily.
My chasm let him inside, but barely. I could feel myself clenching around his digit as he began to stroke me from the inside, easing me for what was to come.
A second finger poked in beside the first, stretching me harder. Almost immediately, they found my bundle of nerves, stroking along my inner button and sending fresh spasms of pleasure across my body. Meanwhile, his thumb stroked along the outer lips, teasing my nerve endings with expert precision.
When I thought there couldn’t possibly be any more to this, I felt his lips brush against my small, engorged clit, his tongue teasing it with varied pleasure.
I moaned with satisfaction as he worked me like a delicate instrument, playing my body to fulfill its needs.