of her waist, just above her hipbone, and then up her side over her ribs to her bra. His eyes returned to hers. “You’re beautiful, baby.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly, gently.
Angel slid both her hands up his neck, her fingers threading into his hair at the base of his neck. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss.
He rose up, breaking the kiss as his fingers curled into the side of her bra, under her arm. “Can I take this off you?”
She nodded.
He slid his arm under her back.
She lifted slightly, giving him access.
He unhooked it, and pulled it loose as his hand slid back out from under her. He ran his hand up her upper arm, his fingers curling into her strap and he slowly pulled it down her arm.
She shimmied her shoulders, and he pulled it free. His eyes fell to the beauty revealed to him, and he blindly tossed the bra to the floor. His hand returned to her, and slid to the underside of her breast. He cupped it, lifting it up, and his mouth closed over her nipple. He laved it gently, tenderly.
She slid her hands up his biceps to his shoulders and into his hair, watching his mouth and tongue as they moved over her. Her breathing quickened, her breasts rising and falling. Oh, God, it felt so good.
He twisted his head, and his eyes met hers, and then he sucked hard, and watched as her head went back, and her back arched off the bed. He took advantage, and slid his arms under her, into the arch of her back. He held her that way as his mouth continued its ministrations. He moved from one breast to the other, treating her other nipple to the same.
His mouth trailed down between her breasts, and down to her navel. His tongue dipped inside, and her body undulated. His hand closed over her hip, stilling her as he continued kissing down over her soft belly, his body sliding down.
“Cole, wait,” she whispered, panic starting to take hold.
He stopped immediately, sliding back up over her. He brushed the hair back from her temple. “Okay, baby. Okay. We’ll go as slow as you want. I won’t do anything you aren’t ready for. Okay?”
She nodded, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I…”
He shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry for. It’s all good. If all you want to do is kiss, then that’s all we’ll do. I’ll take whatever you want to give me, baby.”
“Okay.”
He kissed her for a long time, until it wasn’t enough for either of them anymore.
She bent her leg, rubbing against him.
He rose up, and looked in her eyes. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?” he asked, his hand sliding down. “Please, baby?”
She nodded.
His hand slid lower, his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties, and curving down, finding her most sensitive spot. His touch gentle, caressing. He watched her reaction to his tender stroking.
Her eyes slid closed, and her mouth parted.
He slid his middle finger inside her, and watched her neck arch back as her hips lifted to his touch, seeking more. He slid back out, caressing her again. “You’re so wet.”
Her eyes opened to mere slits, and her chin dropped, her eyes connecting with his. Her breath was panting now, as the rhythm of his strokes quickened.
“Do you like that, baby doll?”
She nodded. God, yes, she loved it. She didn’t want him to stop.
“Let me take these off, alright baby?”
She nodded again.
He slid down, his fingers curling into her panties at each hip, and pulling them down her legs. He tossed them to the floor, and moved back over her.
His mouth found hers as he returned to stroking her, over and over until she was moaning and writhing beneath him.
Her hands slid from his neck, down his chest and skated along his oblique muscles.
He grabbed her hand, his mouth lifting from her mouth. “Touch me, sweetheart. Please.” He guided her hand to his hard cock, closing her grip around him.
“Cole.”
He swallowed as she stroked him softly, and he tried to maintain his control. He didn’t want to frighten her. God, please, don’t let this frighten her, he prayed. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good. Don’t stop.” He guided her hand in the motion. “Harder baby, a firmer touch. Yeah. Like that.”
His hand returned to between her legs.
As they stroked each other, her body undulated restlessly against him.
“You ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Cole. Yes.”
He stopped stroking her, and slid