Page 25 of The Beat of My Heart
“What do you need, Angel? This?” I question as I add some pressure to her clit and curl my fingers inside of her, searching for that secret spot.
“Yes, oh, God! Yes,” she screams. Her hands have a death grip on the sheets around her, and her entire body is flushed with a light sheen covering her skin. “I-I’m going to come,” she moans as she tries to rock from side to side, but I hold her steady.
“I’m not done, Angel, I will wring every ounce of pleasure I can out of you,” I tell her just before I suck her clit into my mouth one more time and feel her entire body go off.
“Charlie,” she screams, “I-I…”
Releasing her clit briefly, I say, “Just feel, Angel. Just feel me.”
Her slight frame spasms all around me, and I have never been prouder of anything in my life. I stroke her gently until she comes back to earth. I watch as her eyes come into focus and see a beautiful smile take over her face.
“Oh my God, that was… fuck, that was…” she doesn’t need to finish, I saw her come. I know how it was.
Crawling up her body, I take her bottom lip with my teeth and pull gently. “You’re amazing, Angel. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life.” Laying here naked with her, my dick makes himself known and jerks against her stomach.
With a crooked grin, she reaches between us and grabs hold of my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. I’m about at my limit, so I close my eyes and try to think of the least sexy things I can like old man balls, saggy tits, dirty socks. FUCK. It doesn’t work. Her petite hand on my shaft overrides every other brain cell I own.
That’s when it hits me, “Shit, Angel, stop. I-I don’t have any condoms. I meant to grab some from the front desk but got distracted earlier.”
Fucking Romero, ruining another thing for me.
Angel sits up quickly, head-butting me freaking hard.
“Jesus, that hurt,” she says, holding her head, and I realize it must have hurt her just as much.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Shaking her head, she slides out from under me, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about the condoms, luckily I come from a very, let's just say eclectic town, and all the old ladies chipped in to buy me these.” She reaches into the drawer and pulls out a giant, Costco-sized box of condoms.
“Hold up,” I say, holding my hand out for the box. “You’re telling me, a group of old ladies from your town got together and bought you these? Why?”
Laughing, she climbs back onto the bed, which takes some effort on her part because she is so short. Shrugging, she responds, “Miss Rosa wanted me to be safe. She started touchin’ with the elders, and she showed up one morning with breakfast and this box of condoms.”
There is so much to unwrap in that sentence, I don’t even know where to begin. Luckily, I don’t have to think long because Angel moves stealthily and is straddling my lap before I can ask a single question.
I enjoy holding her here like this. I shouldn’t like it as much as I do, that’s going to be a problem. Running my hands up and down her smooth back, she slowly rocks against me. Anchoring her with one hand on her hip, I guide her against me as she slides along my erection. Looking down between us, I watch as her lips part, making way for my shaft. She grinds again, coating me in her wetness, and I push down on her hip, holding her still while I reach for the box of condoms.
Working together, we rip one open. I watch as she rolls it on my raging head, my cock twitching with every movement. I have to focus so I don’t embarrass myself. Leaning back on my thighs, Angel inspects her handiwork. Apparently happy with what she sees, she looks up at me under thick lashes, and it’s my undoing.
Grabbing hold of both her hips, I lift her over me. Its moments like this, I realize the vast size difference between us. “Are you ready?” I ask.
Without answering, Angel lowers herself onto my cock and it takes every bit of restraint not to go off like the motherfucking fourth of July.
Halfway down, she pauses. I hadn’t thought about my size being too much for her. This position might be more than she can handle. “Are you okay, Angel? Do you want to try another position? You may not be able to take me all like this,” I tell her.
Furrowing her brows, she asks, “Is that a challenge?”
I almost laugh, but I can tell she is serious. “What? No, it is not a fucking challenge, Angel. I don’t want to hurt you.” Before I get the sentence out, she impales herself on my dick, and all thought leaves my brain.
“Uhhh-ohhh,” she moans, letting her head hang back.
I’m clenching my teeth, trying to fight my instinct to move. “Angel?” I grit out, “Are you okay? Do you want me to move?”
Raising her head, I see her eyes are still closed, and I take a moment to memorize every inch of her face. Knowing I only have a few days with her has the devil clawing at my chest again. As if she senses my distress, she opens her eyes and places her hands around my neck. Just like that, the devil recedes.
“I’m going to move,” she informs me.
“Thank fuck,” it slips out, but I mean it. I don’t know how much longer I could have handled feeling her tight pussy gripping me and not be able to move.
