Free Angel by Dani Wyatt Page B

feel that?”
    I push my hand harder between her legs, demanding she open for me, my fist banging forward watching her beautiful, jade-green eyes widen as she nods her head ever so slightly.
    “This is so strange, isn’t it?”  she manages to stutter as I shift my knuckles into the wet dent of her panties. I feel her juices soaking through and it sends a shock wave up my arm, raising the beast already fighting to get out.
    “I don’t think it’s strange, Angel.  Does this feel strange?”  My fingers slip between the elastic and the edge of her upper thigh, into that sensitive spot, and her precious lips open further to steal halting breaths, each of which I bend closer to capture with my mouth.
    I tease, running my fingers now up and down the circle of elastic, tempting myself to delve, to feel what will soon be mine, the flavor of her perfection.  I can tell from the bit I’m managed to feel, she’s smooth and hairless.  I close the remaining space between her face and mind, my tongue jutting out to trace around the outline of her open lips.  Then spinning inside her mouth as her hands come up to rest on my cheeks with a devilish grip.
    Each second of this first time I’m committing to memory so I can play it over and over in my head until the last moments of my life.  Nothing has ever been so poignant, so destined.  I’m a virgin in so many ways just like her, because nothing and no one has ever come close to making me feel these kinds of soul-reaching sensations.
    She tenses as my fingers jerk her panties to the side.  I tug and pull until the cotton fabric hangs loose, the elastic giving up and showing me what I crave.  The scent of her arousal hits me like a cannon ball to my nuts and I have to pull back from our kiss and bite my lip to keep from emptying them right there.
    “Baby, you’re so wet.”  It’s like Christmas and New Years and every fucking win I could ever imagine.  “So fucking wet.  That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt, Angel.  You’re wet for me.” My voice throttles up a notch at the thought that I did this to her, and my dick threatens to erupt, my balls throb, wanting to spread my seed all over her.  Mouth, tits, pussy and ass.  I’ve imagined them all.  And I’m about to embark on what will be the first of an endless number of moments like this.
    “You have that effect on me.”  She tugs at my neck and giggles as my fingers brush her naked outer lips, sending my mind into a spin.  “I’ve started bringing an extra pair of panties to work because of you.”
    “Christ.”  My voice trails off as I bring my forehead to rest on top of her head. It’s all too beautiful.  Her words, her scent, the first moment my fingers slipped inside to feel the delicate flesh, sopping and silky on my calloused fingertips.  “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this.  About us.  It hurts to breathe around you I need you so bad.”
    I drop one hand to grip the front of my pants, showing her the effect she has on me.
    “I guess we were slow starters.”  Her breathless words come out in a little burst as I quit the teasing and discover her clit and stroke it between two fingers.  “Oh my god.”
    I’ve pleasured myself while imagining this moment so many times, it takes a Herculean effort not to spill right now.  My balls are practically inside my body, drawn up so tight and ready to heave, but I want the one thing I’ve needed the most.  Two things.  I need her to know who I am, and I need her to cum.
    “Magnus.”  The thrust of my fingers low into her soaking heat elicits my name with a gasp.  Her eyes pop open and she leans back to look into my face.
    “You’ll always be safe with me, Angel.  You know that already, don’t you?”
    She nods, her breaths coming faster as I slip one finger just inside her opening, the pad of my thumb strumming over her clit in time with her breathing.  She shifts her soft rump as she settles back