Free Huddle Up by Liz Matis Page B

again.
    Every fiber of her being pooled to her pussy and she came in a glorious release as she shouted his name into the silent room. Minutes later she opened her eyes to find him memorizing her face as if he expected her to disappear at any moment. The only way she’d be motivated to move is if Gabby had awakened from the shouts of her mother. Angel’s mommy senses perked up and she listened for a disturbance in the night.
    “She’s still asleep,” Billy whispered.
    She almost laughed. They used to have to worry about her father bursting into her room and now they skipped right to the worrying about their daughter ruining the moment. “Then let’s finish up before she wakes.”
    “Finish?” Billy arched an eyebrow. “Angel, we’re just getting started.”
    She smiled at the implications but tried to scoot away from him and reached for the nightstand drawer.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, amusement in his voice.
    “Getting a condom.” Gabby could ask for a baby sister, but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
    “I don’t keep them there.” Billy got up and walked to his dresser, opening the top drawer. Striding back he tossed three condoms onto the bed. Now it was her turn to arch an eyebrow.
    “Like I said, we’re just getting started.”
    Moving to her knees she grabbed one of the foil packets as he peeled off his boxer briefs. Dear God, did that get bigger too? Maybe, it had just been too long since she’d seen one.
    “Stop staring at it like it’s got three heads.”
    Angel’s grin turned saucy. “Kinky.”
    He pushed her onto her back. “You won’t need kink after I’m done with you.” He spread her legs wide. He entered her slowly and her eyes fluttered shut in the sweet relief of it.
    “Open your eyes,” he demanded.
    She did as she was told. In his gaze she recognized her Billy. The one who wrote her a poem, the one who saw beyond the tough girl façade, the one who was her first and only one.
    “There you are, Angel,” he whispered, brushing away a strand of her hair. “I missed you.”
    “Oh, Billy, I…” I love you. “…I missed you too.” She tightened around him in a bid for him to move. He complied, his body, a mass of strewn muscle, moved with the sleek grace of a panther.
    Could thrusts be tender? His were. Each one hit something deep inside her, something more powerful than the physical. Her body hummed with bliss. Her hands explored his back before settling on his butt. Angel could feel his strength he held in check behind each stroke. She thought she might die if he didn’t go faster, she might die if he did. Digging her nails into his flesh, she urged him to go faster as the pressure surged to a breaking point. Angel reached the highest of high then went into a freefall of intense pleasure.
    She came apart in his arms and she knew she’d never be whole again. Knew she wanted the fairy tale even if it meant risking a tragic Shakespearean end.

Chapter 13

    H ow had he lived without her? How had he breathed?
    Desperate gasps of pleasure escaped her mouth. Her need fueled his, but he was determined to give and not to take. She tightened around him and he knew she was close. Lifting her hips, he held them in place as he drove in harder, deeper, barely able to hold on to the edge of control. The cry of her release echoed in the room signaled his victory. The rush of her liquid heat surrounded his cock as he pumped in and out, riding out her orgasm with his own.
    Unable to hold himself up, Billy rolled off before he crushed her under his full weight. There was no way she wasn’t sexually satisfied. “There’s no faking that,” he said without thinking.
    “Is that what this was about?”
    Before she could scoot off the bed Billy grabbed her wrist. This time he used his power not to seduce but to control. He pulled her back underneath him. His cock responded with interest, but he ignored it. He wanted answers, and he was going to get them.