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She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of me, her eyes alight with lust and affection. Then she lowered herself, kissing a trail up my thigh, her breath hot against my skin.

“Freedom suits you, my dear,” I mused.

She looked up at me through her thick lashes and licked her lips. “It would take a very good woman to resist you right now,” she said, echoing my statement from earlier.

I smirked. “Are you a good woman?”

Her eyes glinted. “No, I’m not.”

I grabbed her by the hips and swiftly rolled us over so that she lay beneath me.

“You’re wrong.” I trailed my hand down her side, over the smoothness of her skin and the sharp jut of her hip bone.

She arched her back, pressing herself closer to me.

“You’re an amazing woman, and you make me want to be a better man.

” Bending down, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before biting gently.

She gasped and tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me tighter against her.

“You’re perfection, and you give me something to strive for. That’s why I call you ‘angel.’ But…” I slid my hand between her legs and parted her with a single finger. She was already soaked. “Even angels fall. And even good girls can be so very naughty.”

Barbara’s breath caught in her throat as I slid a finger inside her—hot and tight, like a velvet glove.

I pumped in and out of her, slowly, deliberately.

Her back arched, and she let out a soft, helpless moan that sent a surge of heat through my entire body.

Her face contorted with pleasure, every muscle tensing and releasing like waves crashing against the shore.

“Fall for me, my angel,” I whispered into her ear as I added a second finger. She gripped me like a vise. “Fall to earth just for tonight.”

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed with lust and need.

I kissed down the length of her body with measured slowness—grazing my lips over sternum, then ribcage, tracing circles with my tongue around the taut skin of her abdomen.

When I reached the mound between her beautiful legs, I paused long enough to breathe in deeply—to delight in the scent of arousal—before pressing her knees apart and gently parting her.

My mouth met flesh already engorged and throbbing.

I flicked her with the lightest touch of my tongue.

She cried out, her hands flying to my head, weaving her fingers through my hair and tugging with desperate need.

I licked her slowly, from bottom to top, savoring the taste of her.

She bucked her hips, seeking more, but I held her thighs firmly to keep her at my mercy.

I circled her swollen flesh with my tongue, sending shivers through her entire body. Her breathing was ragged—each inhale a struggle, each exhale a whimper. Soft thighs clenched around me, the promise of release coiling hot and close. But I wasn’t ready to let her have it yet.

Pulling back just enough to speak, I said, “I do believe you missed me, angel.”

Barbara’s response was a strangled plea, her body writhing in a dance of desperate need. “Victor, please,” she begged, her voice breaking with the intensity of her desire.

I swirled and sucked a few more times before pulling away again. “Have you been using your vibrator like I asked you to?”

Barbara’s eyes widened, a flicker of hesitation disrupting the stormy sea of her desire. “Yes,” she said, her voice soft and uncertain.

I smiled down at her, running my fingers lightly over her inner thigh, just close enough to tease. “Where is it?”

She turned her head toward the nightstand, and I followed her gaze. “In the drawer,” she said quietly.

I rose from the bed, my erection straining painfully as I walked to the nightstand. The vibrator was in the top drawer, concealed beneath a few fashion magazines.

Barbara propped herself up on her elbows, her body a long, sinuous line against the white linens. She tracked the vibrator in my hand, a mixture of trepidation and anticipation on her face.

I walked to the wall socket, plugged it in, switched it on, and handed it to her.

“Show me how you make yourself feel good, angel.”

Barbara hesitated, her hand trembling slightly as she took the vibrator from me.

The hum of the device filled the room with a low, electric tension.

She bit her lower lip and glanced away, a flush creeping up her neck and cheeks.

It was the first time I had ever seen her truly embarrassed, and the vulnerability made her even more alluring.

“Don’t be shy,” I said softly, my voice a caress. “You’re beautiful when you blush.”

She looked back at me, her eyes swimming with a thousand unspoken words. Slowly, she lay back on the pillows and spread her legs, knees bending to create an inviting curve. The vibrator in her hand hovered above its target as she teased herself with the anticipation of contact.

I stood at the foot of the bed, my eyes drinking in every detail—the way her chest heaved with each breath, the slight quiver in her thighs, the glistening sheen on her skin. My desire was a beast straining against its cage, but I held it in check, savoring the sight of her.

The tip of the vibrator finally touched down, and Barbara’s entire body jolted as if struck by lightning.

A gasp tore from her lips, and her back arched off the bed.

She pressed the vibrator against tender flesh with a tentative hand, rolling her hips in slow, agonized circles.

Her mouth hung open, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, lost in the immediate rush of sensation.

I stroked my length—hard as iron and aching—as I watched the woman I loved succumb to her own touch. “That’s it, baby,” I murmured. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Barbara’s hand grew more confident, more insistent. She traced wet lines with the vibrator, dipping lower to tease her entrance before sliding back up to her clit. Her breathing was quick—each inhalation sharp and desperate, each exhalation a trembling sigh.

“Keep going, angel,” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Just like that.”

She turned her head to the side, biting down on the corner of a pillow to stifle her moans. The hum of the vibrator mingled with the sounds of her increasing arousal, creating a symphony of erotic tension.

“Don’t hide from me,” I commanded.

She snapped her head back, eyes on me.

“I want to see how good you feel. I want to hear you cry out.”

Her lips parted, and the pillow slipped from her grasp. Her first true moan burst forth, raw and unrestrained. It sent a shiver through me, igniting every nerve in my body. I moved my hand in time with hers as I stroked myself, imagining her gripping me tight.

Barbara writhed on the bed with growing urgency.

She tilted her hips to meet the vibrator, her movements more frantic, more desperate with each passing second.

Her skin glowed, and her hair spread out in a disheveled halo around her face.

She was the very picture of carnal beauty—an angel in the throes of human desire.

“You’re doing amazing,” I told her, my voice a low growl. “I love watching you like this. So needy, so hungry.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, then open again, locking on mine with an intensity that nearly undid me. “Victor,” she breathed, the single word a plea, a confession, an invocation.

“Don’t stop,” I commanded. “I want to see you come undone.”

Barbara worked the vibrator with feverish precision now, her body a taut bowstring ready to snap.

Her legs began to shake, and her toes curled tightly.

The sounds coming from her throat were a chorus of build and release, a prelude to the explosion I knew was imminent.

Her hips thrust upwards in a final, desperate motion.

With a sudden, piercing cry, Barbara shattered.

Her body convulsed in violent waves. Her head thrashed from side to side.

The tension in her muscles released in a cascading torrent of pure, unfiltered pleasure.

I watched in rapt fascination as her climax took its course, every second an eternity of exquisite agony for her.

“You’re perfect,” I said, not recognizing my own voice. It was ragged, almost broken. “So perfect.”

Barbara slowly came to rest, like a leaf settling after a gale. Her breathing was deep and uneven, her skin flushed with the rosy hue of spent passion. She looked up at me with eyes that were simultaneously dazed and grateful.

I took the vibrator from her hand, clicked it off, and set it on the nightstand. She started to move her legs together, but I placed a firm hand on her knee.

“Stay just like that.”

Her eyes questioned me, but she obeyed, her body still trembling. I climbed back onto the bed, positioned myself between her legs, and leaned down to kiss the skin of her stomach, hot and slick and salty.

“Victor,” she whispered, her voice fragile as glass.

I kissed my way up to her breasts, nuzzling them gently before taking a nipple into my mouth.

She let out a small whimper at the touch.

I roamed my hands over her sides, her hips, her body, memorizing every curve and contour.

I pressed her legs open as wide as they would go and admired her laid out before me like an offering.

“You’re an absolute goddess,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her collarbone. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

She tangled her fingers in my hair, weak but yearning. “Victor,” she said, and in that single word, I heard all her longing, all her love.

“I need you, Barbara. I’m desperate to be inside you.” I kissed her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. “I don’t have it in me to be gentle tonight.”

A shiver ran through her at my words, and she spread herself wider, more inviting. “Then don’t be.”