Page 24 of The Beat of My Heart
Realizing her arms are still restrained above her head, she laughs. “Okay, well, last week, my best friend took me shopping. Since I had to give so many presentations this week and I usually work from home, she was probably right. Anyway, she gave me all this crap to try on, and the quick version is, I got stuck in a dress. I mean, like really stuck, she had to slide under the stall because I couldn’t move or even see to open the door for her. Of course, she took pictures, but ugh, why am I even telling you this?” She closes her eyes and tries to shake her head, but I capture her face again with a kiss.
“I fucking love that you can’t stop talking. I never have to wonder where I stand with you, and I think it's cute as hell. Now, tell me, do you want me to set you free?” I ask.
Biting her bottom lip, she shakes her head, causing me to growl and pounce. Share time is over for now.
Keeping eye contact for as long as I can, I lower my mouth to her nipple and watch her hiss in pleasure. Lightly, I lick around her nipple then flick the taut peak as her eyes begin to close. I trace my fingers over every indent of her rib cage, down to her pant line. Skimming my fingers just beneath the hem, I see her shiver. Looking up, I see her eyes have darkened as she watches me.
“You like to watch, Angel? Do you like to watch me touching you?” Lowering again, I lick a line from her belly button up her center until we are face to face again. “Do you want me to touch you, Angel? Every part of you?”
“Yes,” she pants, and I grin against her neck.
“Keep your arms there, don’t move,” I instruct. I’ve never been into the whole domination thing, but fuck me if I don’t want to own every inch of this woman.
She nods her head, watching as I slide my hand down her body. With a flick of my fingers, I unbutton those unbelievably sexy pants and lower myself to the floor between her legs. Waiting until her eyes find mine again, I lean up and grab her zipper with my teeth.
Angel expels all her air in a whoosh, and I realize I love shocking her.
Slowly, I lower the zipper as far as it will go, then run my nose up her center, grinning like a fool as she tries to wiggle free.
“Stay,” I command and am shocked when she does. I thought for sure she would argue, but looking at her, I see the truth. She is calm. Her brain isn’t working on overdrive, she is just feeling, and that makes me fucking nuts.
Standing, I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slowly lower them down her legs. Once she is naked, I scan her body and feel my cock grow harder than it has ever been before. It is so hard it's painful, so I shuck my clothing as well and watch as her eyes do their cartoon thing again. Smirking, I stand with my arms crossed as she checks me out.
Before I know what is happening, she is flailing her arms wildly, and I am about to freak the fuck out. Placing a hand on her stomach, I ask, “Angel, what the hell? Are you okay?”
She pauses to look at me, and I see her calm down from my touch. Reaching up, I grab the shirt she is wrestling with to set her free.
“Finally,” she says, jumping up to her knees and shaking her arms out. She uses all her might to push me onto the bed, and it takes my brain a second to catch up.
“What are you doing, Angel? Are you okay?” I ask, hating how concerned she has made me.
“What? Yeah, I’m fine, why?” She moves so quickly, I feel drunk. Now she is straddling me, and my dick is bobbing like an apple on Halloween. “You can’t stand there all sexy-like and expect me not to touch you too,” she says.
“Holy fuck,” I say, shaking my head as I watch her take in my chest. I’m so shell-shocked I don’t even have the wherewithal to puff up a little. Thankfully, my hours at the gym take care of that for me.
I feel her delicate hands begin to roam and I struggle to control my breathing. Shit, it’s been a long time, and I’m worrying I won’t be able to hold out very long. When I feel her hands squeeze the base of my cock with one hand and cradle my balls in the other, I shoot up to a sitting position and watch in awe as she strokes me.
This fucking girl.
Her delicate hands can barely wrap around my hardened shaft, and I can’t take my eyes off of her. Licking her hand, she moves it to my base and I almost come right there. Holy hell, my dirty Angel. Watching her lick her lips as she jerks my cock off is too much. I fall back to the bed on my elbows. With my head hanging behind my shoulders, I work on steadying my breathing. When I feel her tongue hit my tip, I know I can’t let her continue.
Before she knows what has happened, I have hauled her back up to the bed. I’m straddling her, watching my cock bounce against her tiny frame, tapping her mound, begging for entrance.I have to calm that little fucker down.
Leaning over her, I whisper in Angel’s ear, “I will eat your pussy until you come all over my face, then I might do it again. I want to hear you, Angel. I want to hear you screaming my name, screaming incoherent nonsense, whatever the fuck you want, just let me hear you. Can you do that for me?”
Her response comes flying from her mouth in an instant, “Gawd, yes.”
Chuckling, I make my way down her body, stopping to kiss and nip wherever I can. When I reach her pussy, I want to shout to the gods myself. Cupping her, I feel her heat, and I groan. “Angel, are you already wet for me?”
“It would be impossible to see you naked and not be wet, Charlie.” For the first time since I’ve met her, the use of my nickname irks me. I know it has to be this way, but fuck if it doesn’t piss me off.
Trying to ignore it, I lower my mouth to her core and watch as she lifts up on her elbows to watch. “God, yes, Angel. It is so fucking hot to see you watching me.”
With my eyes trained on hers, I stick my tongue out and run it up her seam. I groan as I see her eyes roll to the back of her head. I do it again and again before finally taking her clit into my mouth and sucking, hard. I enter her with my index finger, and finally, I hear her moan. It’s low and long as she begins to gyrate against me. Using my free hand, I pin her hip to the bed.
“Don’t move, Angel. Not until I’m done with you,” I tell her.
“Charlie, I-I need…”
