Page 23 of The Beat of My Heart
Kneeling down in front of her, I loop my hand under her chin and lift her face to mine. “You were trying to protect me, Angel?” My chest is so tight, I worry I may be having a heart attack. It’s like the devil himself is squeezing my heart and I’m finding it hard to breathe.
Enveloping my large hand in her much smaller one, she leans into my palm and I suck in a large gulp of air. The devil released me.Fuck, it's her! She fought the devil inside me.
Before I even realize I’m moving, I have her lain back on the bed, me on top of her. I haven’t touched her yet. Our bodies are pressed together from the waist down, but I just stare at her. These bright green eyes stare back.
“I don’t need protecting, Angel. I just need you,” lowering my head to meet hers, I allow myself to get lost in her. Cradling her head with both of my hands, I rest my weight on my forearms. She is so tiny that I have to take care not to crush her. That self-control lasts until the second our lips touch.
Fuck me. I think I’m ruined. This tiny pixie of a woman is destroying me, and she doesn’t have a clue.
Shifting my weight to one side, I let my right hand ghost down her neck until my thumb lands on her pulse point. I don’t press, just hold it there, feeling her react to me as I kiss her, loving the way her heart rate speeds up as I deepen the kiss.
Lowering my lips to her jaw, I nip gently. “Fuck, Angel, what are you doing to me?”
“I-I-I,” she tries. I interrupt her by rubbing the pad of my thumb back and forth across her bottom lip. She shocks the fuck out of me when she pops it into her mouth and sucks.
Unable to control my most basic instincts, I grind my cock into her and she groans. “I love that sound, Angel. Shall we see what other sounds I can wring from your tight little body?” I ask as I pull my thumb from her lips with a pop.
“Y-yes, I think we most definitely should,” Angel breathes out.
Chuckling, I tell her, “This won’t be a one-night stand, Angel. I won’t be done with you after one time. Promise me we’ll have all week to explore, or I won’t be able to leave this room until I’m done with you.”
“Holy hell,” she blurts.
“I’ll take that as a yes?”
She nods emphatically, and I shift my weight again, grinding against her pussy in just the right place to make her moan. I don’t remember the last time I got such satisfaction from dry humping like a horny teenager. Taking both her hands in one of mine, I place them above her head. I stare into her eyes just before I slide down her body.
“You’re so beautiful, Angel. Do you know that? I walked around with a hard-on all day thinking about those fucking tight red pants.”
“How uncomfortable for you,” she snickers.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it, Angel. During one of my sessions today, my mind wandered, and I had to excuse myself in the middle of some poor schlep’s presentation. That was very bad form on my part, I never get distracted,” I tell her as I lick her neck where her pulse is racing.
“Very bad form indeed,” she teases, so I bite down on that sensitive flesh.
“Do you know what I was thinking of, Angel?” I whisper huskily as I snake my free hand under her shirt and skim her bra line.
“Um, I’m guessing not actuarial science?” she says cheekily.
“You are full of banter today, aren’t you, Angel?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t seem to own a filter, and never once have I been accused of being quiet,” she says, almost embarrassed to have told me.
Reaching under her, I unsnap her bra and relish in the sounds of surprise that escape her. “In case you haven’t noticed, Angel, I fucking love all your sounds. Now, let’s see what new ones we can make,” I tell her, waggling my eyebrows.
Quickly, I raise her shirt and bra above her head, caging her arms in, and I see a moment of panic cross her face. “I’ve got you, Angel. All you have to do is say stop and I will, okay?”
“Yeah, it’s not that. This…” she says, shaking her arms at me, “just reminds me of the shit-show I got myself into while shopping for this trip.”
It is so far out of left field, I stop my perusal of her body to look her in the eyes. With a raised eyebrow, I encourage her to continue.
“Hmm, is this going to count as telling personal information? That would be against the rules. But then, I’m not going to tell him where we were…”
“Angel?” I interrupt, “Inner dialogue is escaping again. If you want to tell me, just tell me. Fuck the rules. We can make our own. I agree; this can’t go anywhere after this week—I, I just have a bunch of shit I can’t bring you into.”
She quiets me with a finger to my lips. “Okay, we’ll make our own rules. Don’t think beyond this week. We both have our reasons. Just please promise me I’m not becoming the other woman here, right? I couldn’t live with myself if that’s the case.”
I can see how troubled this idea makes her, and I nip it in the bud quickly. “There is no one else, Angel. There hasn’t been in many years. I promise you that. So, new rules. We tell each other what we want the other to know when we want them to know it, with the understanding that we have to part ways in five days. What do you think?”
