Page 63 of Angel

Angelo hailed a cab and we climbed in, snuggling up next to each other in the corner. The light slipped away from the streets as we rode through Manhattan, being replaced instead with the artificial twinkling of the holidays.

The penthouse welcomed us, the perfect temperature. Not too cold. Not too hot.Nothinglike a stuffy shopping mall.

Yep. Hands down, Angelo’s was my favorite place in the city.

No sooner did my coat hit the hanger in the front closet than did Angelo’s hands wrap around my waist.

I closed my eyes and dropped my head back against him. He kissed the back of my neck, teasing me around my most sensitive spot there. His palms pressed against my stomach, pulling my back into his chest, and rubbing my ass against his groin. With a growl and a nip against my throat, he swooped me up and carried me across the living room.

Setting me down on the couch, he climbed on top of me. His tie trailed across my navel and I grabbed hold of it and pulled him down for a kiss.

The kiss got hungrier and hungrier. His tongue pushed across mine, exploring my mouth, looking for the next big excitement.

Despite being together for almost a year, sleeping with Angelo never got boring.Never.

I spread my legs wider, nearly falling off the couch in the process. Kissing me deeper, Angelo, sent his hand under my skirt. With a fluid unroll, my tights came down to my ankles.

I started to kick my flats off so that I could get the tights off as well, but Angelo abruptly broke his kiss to flip me sideways. My face pressed into the cushions.

A buckle jingled as Angelo undid his belt. One arm slipped underneath me and he pushed his chest against my back. Sandwiched there, I couldn’t move.

He entered me gently, his hot breath washing into my ear.

I whimpered softly, all my muscles going limp. Taking my ear lobe between his teeth, Angelo nibbled and pumped into me.

I wiggled a little bit, testing out my free rein, but there was nowhere to go. I was held captive.

...And enjoying every second of it.

Angelo's other hand came around my waist to press between my legs. Delicately he rubbed there, adding to the pleasure. I cried as pleasure expanded into an orgasm, pounding through me like thunder.

Sensing my release, Angelo growled in satisfaction.

Withdrawing from me, he flipped me over onto my back and pulled my tights off. Leaning down to press our chests together, he entered me again. His tongue against mine mimicked the movement of his hips, pulsing and pushing into me.

He sped up a little bit, shuddering slightly. I bit his bottom lip, pulling it just hard enough. He came hard, grunting into my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. He scooted down a bit to put his head against my chest.

Already my eyes were getting heavy. Working to suppress a sigh, I trailed my fingers through his hair.

“I’m glad you’re coming tomorrow,” Angelo whispered into my shoulder.

My throat got tight. I was glad, but terrified.

Yet I felt I couldn’t say that, since I couldn’t really explain why I was so scared.

The best I could do would be to just try and forget about the sick feeling in my stomach.

And hope that it would one day go away.