TEMPTATION - A Bad Boy Romance (80 page)

Angela was the first one who brought it up.

“Do you ever think about what it might feel like if we were to make love?"

I took a deep breath and then nodded, turning slightly to the side away from Angela. Then I realized how silly it was for me to think that way.

This was a woman that I've spent so much time with during the course of my life, and I wanted nothing more than spend more time with her. It was obvious that the men in my life were nowhere near as sensitive as she was, and we're not nearly as interested in helping me as she had been.

In a bold move, she walked her fingers across the distance between the two of us and placed her hand on my vagina. I felt her fingers on my lips, and I felt one of her fingers pressed slowly inside of me. I was already wet for her, and soon, the two of us were sharing one another's bodies as well as a bed.

At first, I was a bit slow to pick up, but that was because I hadn't had much experience with women before. When I turned close to her and saw her face less than an inch away from mine, I knew that there was no going back. My desire for her was too strong, and the joy that I felt and sharing in touch with her was more significant than anything I could've hoped for.

She held onto my shoulder and kissed me, pulling at my skin with her mouth. Neither of us had actually penetrated the other. We were still both wearing pants, but I was getting so hot that I didn't want to wear my pants anymore.

Angela was lifting her leg up so that she was slowly wedging her knee between my legs. She leaned forward, her mouth only centimeters away from mine.

I offered her a small nip, to which she replied with a passionate kiss. She had her hand around my neck and was kissing me completely. She wasn't holding me down like the men had, or fucking me brutally. She was sensitive and understanding. She was warm, and I love the way that her curves made me feel.

She leaned over me, and I kicked the covers off from between the two of us. Soon, we were kissing one another, my tongue was flapping out of my mouth, and my hand was tearing down her shirt so that I could find her sweet nipple with my lips.

The passion exchanged between the two of us was a beautiful thing. I loved staring at her, and more importantly, I loved pawing at her. It was like both of us are so hot for each other, and the only thing we could do was allow one another the pleasure of touching each other's body. Even her hugs were sensual and passionate.

As I was removing Angeles shirt, I kissed her beautiful chest. Whether it was her nipple, her breast, or the space right above her abdomen, I couldn't get enough of her.

She was so passionate, and so incredibly beautiful.

In no time at all, my legs are spread, and her leg was pressed up in between my crotch. She pushed into me, grabbing the back of my head with a fistful of my hair. I tried to push into her, and the two of us were like sparks together.

We were wild, feral, and in that moment, freely in love.

She pinched my breasts, and bit at the side of my neck. All of the passion from years of being around one another was coming out now in one single uninhibited session. I knew that nothing would ever be the same between us again, but I didn't care. This was too beautiful.

We removed my pants, and I held my knees to my chest. Feeling as though I was being blessed by an angel, I gasped. My hand ran along her hair, while she kissed the outside of my panties. I was soaking wet for her, she was running her hands along the insides of my knees. She grabbed hold of the fabric of my panties and pulled them so that they pressed up against my clit. Losing patience, she moved forward with her head so that she could take a mouthful of my breast while pulling my panties down around my legs. They didn't make it all the way off, though because her finger found its way around and begin stroking my clit.

She pulled my panties all the way off, and threw them to the side and then, slowly, and with such beauty and grace, she spread my legs.

I felt so free. I felt so amazing, and I knew that she wanted me. I wanted her to, and I gave her everything, without contrivance.

When she finally spread my legs and brought her mouth to my clit, she moved in slow, purposeful motions.

The way that she looked at me, was like she was inspecting the treasure that was available exclusively for her. To Angela, my cunt was a mystery, a beautiful thing to be explored and treasured. I breathed deeply into my diaphragm, I sat up and then let my neck rest so I looked at the ceiling. I was gasping for breath, and smiling in a slow and steady way. When I looked at her, I saw that her pupils were wide. She was paying close attention to my body, and seemed like to her, the world had decreased in size and narrowed down to a tiny nub of sensitivity placed between my legs.

Angela had never looked so beautiful.

Her tongue moved gently, almost longingly on record. While her hand was pressed firmly on my pubic bone.

“Oh my God," I gasped, rolling my head down to the side and clutching onto the sheets once more. "Feels so good. Please don't stop!"

My breast was heaving, and my hand was clutching at the side of my head, pulling my hair by the roots. Angela, on the other hand, was taking her sweet time. Her mouth was incomplete contact on my labia. I could see her lips pressing firmly up against my labia, and reaching her tongue out toward the underside of my clit. The pleasure was too much to handle.

I clutched the side of the pillow, with one hand, and began to firmly pet Angela's mane of hair with the other hand. When she put two fingers inside of me and began fucking me, I had to turn to the side and bite my wrist in order to control myself. My breasts were moving to each side, and my whole body was shaking with the intensity from her masturbation. She was fucking me with her fingers and a ceaseless, fervent motion. All the while, her tongue was eagerly pushing towards me, tasting everything that I had to offer.

The way that my hands on her head changed when she was fucking me was an indicator of the intensity. I went from petting her, screaming and pleasure, and grouping to inherit the base of her skull.

She looked like a wild woman, and her face was attached to me. I could see the section on the inside of her cheeks. I could feel the intense short bursts of energy being pumped into my cunt.

I gripped hold of the sheets with both hands and watched as she shook my entire body with the force of her arms. Grasping hold of her head with both hands, I came into her mouth come. The orgasms were rolling, and multiple. In spite of the fact that I had already come once, she didn't stop her work.

Her fingers kept working on the inside of me, and her lips and tongue continued to press up against my clit. My whole lower body started involuntarily humping her face. I grabbed a hold of her while she bounced her face against my pubic bone.

"Oh, Angela!” I cried. “That's so fucking incredible."

My thighs clutched either side of her face, squeezing her between my body. I had so much tension inside of me I didn't know what to do with it so I was grabbing onto everything including her hair and the sides of her face. The sheets and pillows all around us were a mess. In spite of the fact that I had come twice now, she didn't stop her passion. She was staring directly at me and feasting on my cunt. She looked wild and untamed. The dark color of her eyelashes was all I saw when she came up to kiss me.

Tasting three orgasms in a row on the lips of my lover was an incredible feeling. I felt free, and beautiful. I wanted to love her, and I was so incredibly attracted to her.

She removed her shorts, and I worshiped her ass. I lowered her panties and licked the back of her body. My hands moved all around her, and I pulled her ass cheeks away from each other. Slapping her, and looking at the place where I had slapped her, I could see the blood rushing to the surface of her skin.

I set her down on the bed, began to worship her legs next. I could tell that she was fascinated by me.

She pinned me back down onto the bed, and wrapped her hand around my neck, holding me down on the sheets. With both of our underwear removed, she began to fuck me. She held my left leg up and rode her cunt against mine. Both of us were wet, but she looked like a prince. Her hair was down on her face, and she was a wild, fair own beauty. Our clits rubbed against each other, and the feeling of her hand wrapped around my leg was intoxicating. When I looked up to see her, I saw that she wasn't even aware of me at all. It looked like she was using me exclusively for her pleasure, and there was nothing that would've made me happier.

I never noticed Angela's lean body before, or the way that her hair hung in front of her face as her mouth was open. I knew that every single lover who had ever turned away from Angela had been a total and complete fool. In that moment, if she had asked me to stay there forever, to run away with her, that's exactly what I would've done.

She kept fucking me, while holding the back of my neck firmly with her hand. She switched her position once more and pinned me again to the bed. Her body was pressed completely against mine, her cunt on my thighs, and her lips on my lips. I moved up toward a peak, but before I could get there, she was making out with me again and holding onto my vagina with her right hand.

My pleasure was entirely in her control. Like she was holding me hostage, she pushed me up onto my seat and whispered into my ear.

"You're not gonna come until I tell you too," she told me. "It's going to be soon, but it's not going to be soon enough for you. I'm going to hold you in agony here as long as possible, playing with your clit."

She held me close to her body, one hand wrapped around my shoulder grabbing firmly on the underside of my breast, and the other hand playing with my clit. Her movements were deft, and she knew exactly what to do. She kissed me and massaged my clit and short repeated bursts.

While she manipulated me, I stared into her eyes.

She dove two fingers inside of me and began pulling up inside of my cunt. I began to twitch wildly like I was close to an orgasm, but she didn't let me come. Instead, she laid me down on the bed and put her ass right in front of my face, straddling me.

Dutifully, I run my tongue along the entire length of her vagina and pulled on the soft flesh of grass. I moved my head from side to side beneath her body, and she sat on top of me, letting her ass place itself firmly and squarely in front of my face. She wasn't intelligent for long, though, and soon her fingers found the inside of my vagina once more. I made it a point to lick her clip, and pull my tongue all the way out the inside of her crack until I hit just below her asshole. I brought her clit into my mouth and tug data from side to side tasting, and feeling so incredibly grateful that she was spending time with me.

Angela busied herself by biting into my thigh, by kissing my clit, and moaning. The moans went on the longest.

Truth be told, I was incredibly happy that she was moaning. She brought me to orgasm three times already, and I hadn't even done the same for her.

"Now, it's your turn," I promised, in an unspoken moment of dedication.

I continued to suck and pull on her clit, increasing in intensity as the volume of her moans also increased. Her ass was incrementally moving closer to my face, and I barely had to move any more to place my lips against her labia. I could taste her arousal in my mouth, and feel the way that her body quivered above. I wanted to taste more, and so I endeavored to lick her clean. I could tell she was getting close because the flesh of her ass cheeks was moving in tiny waves.

Her entire central core was shaking, and her voice had risen to a volume higher, and more on restrained had ever heard from her. Her fingers clamped down on my science, and her back arched into the air. Diving forward, she brought her head into my clit. With hunger and wild abandon, she began sucking my clit. She brought me directly into her mouth, sucked as hard as she possibly could. I could feel her body shaking above me, and in spite of that, she dove two fingers straight into my vagina, and one into my asshole. She drove down deeper with all of her fingers and pulled harder with my clit in her mouth. I felt the organism building inside of me, but the thing that ended up pushing me over the edge was a sudden clenching of Angela's thighs over my face. She was holding me down onto the bed, pinning me down onto the mattress with her pelvis.

Her hips around me into the bed, and when my lips made phone contact with her cunt, providing a seal, she squirted inside of my mouth.

The sudden rush of warm nectar was enough to set me off as well.

In retrospect, at that moment, the two of us were like a perpetual fountain, cyclically moving forward in a timeless space. It was absolutely nothing in my reality except for our connection, and complete sensual intoxication.

When it was over, she slowly turned around and begin kissing my body. She moved up slowly, not playing any games, and taking her sweet time. I moaned for her and pressed my hand against the side of her body. My fingertips felt so wet, and I knew that I needed to pull her towards me so that I could taste her once more.

Our lips met, and we drink deeply of each other's mouths. How our kisses were just as complete as the rest of our lovemaking. This time, after we both had an orgasm. Our touch was more soft, and yielding. Our rush to the peak was long gone, and what was left between the two of us was a consummation of years of friendship.

Holding her, and kissing her body, soon transferred into being held by Angela, and being kissed. The kisses then faded into darkness, and the two of us fell into sleep.

When I woke up, Angela was already out of the Crash Room. That didn’t surprise me, as she generally didn’t need more than three hours of sleep at a time in order to keep going.

There was something unearthly about her stamina. She called them “Power Naps,” and she didn’t take them on any sort of schedule. She simply fell asleep when she liked, stayed asleep long enough to complete a single sleep cycle, and then got up again to continue whatever it was she was working on before she had decided to take a rest.