I fall asleep with a raging hard-on and wake up fucking rock hard again. Glancing at Angel, I plan to sneak out of bed and jerk off before she wakes up, but her gorgeous doe eyes are open and trained on the massive morning wood I’m sporting.
“Morning, baby,” I croak out.
“Morning,” she replies, never taking her eyes off my dick.
“It’s my dick, Angel, it’s not gonna bite you. It’s morning and I’ve been lying in bed with you all night. I’d be worried if I didn’t wake up hard.”
Her cheeks flush red and I immediately feel like a jackass for teasing her. “Come here,” I say and open my arms. She crawls against me and nestles into my chest.
“I fucking love waking up next to you, baby,” I coo into her ear. My mind flicks back to last night and touching her for the first time. Fuck she was so perfect. I almost blew my load just watching her come.
I never thought that something as simple as finger-fucking her would drive me so crazy, but her reactions were so honest and raw. I’ll wait as long as it takes for her to be ready, but God I want to fuck her so bad. I’ve gone without before, so it’s not just about the sex; it’s about her, everything is heightened with Angel.
Her small body fits perfectly next to mine and I sigh contentedly. Her hand is resting on my chest and her fingers are drawing patterns along my skin. Her fingers slowly start to work their way from my chest and down over my abs. I smile to myself, watching as my girl tries to discreetly cop a feel of my toned muscles. I’m not ripped but I work out and my six pack is fairly defined.
Angel’s fingertips hit the first set of muscles and a tiny tremor vibrates through her arm. She strokes across the peak of the muscle and into the valley, then back up again. Stifling a laugh, I watch her. She pauses for a moment and then breathes deep and continues her exploration. “What you doin’, baby?” I ask in amusement.
“Nothing,” she says quickly and her hand freezes, immediately returning to my chest.
Gently, I reach for her hand and place it back against my stomach. “You can touch, Angel.”
“No, that’s, that’s errr, not what I was doing,” she stutters.
“Bullshit. You were trying to cop a feel, baby. No need to lie about it. I like your hands on me, so have at it,” I say, smirking.
I half expect her to pull away, embarrassed, but instead her hands tentatively move across my stomach. She lifts her head slightly from my chest and watches as she curves her fingers across my skin. Her hands are warm and her nails scrape gently up and over my abs.
My cock twitches in my boxers and her movements falter. Her fingers gradually move lower and lower until her nails scrape along the waistband of my boxers. One finger pushes under the elastic and I reach up, placing my hand on top of hers, stopping her. “Baby, what’s the end game here?”
“I don’t know. You’re, well you’re like that and I thought maybe, err, maybe I could do to you what you did to me last night.”
I don’t need to see her face to know that it’s bright red with embarrassment. “I fucking love that you want to do that, baby, but I didn’t give you an orgasm last night hoping you’d return the favor.”
“I know, I just wanted to, you know,” she mutters quietly.
“Say it, baby. What do you want to do? If you want to touch my cock, all you got to do is ask. Hell, there’s no way I’ll ever say no. But I want you to tell me.”
I feel her pull in a deep breath and then exhale the warm air against my ribs. “I want to touch you.”
“I’m all yours, baby, but if you’re gonna touch me then I want to watch,” I say, lifting my hand from hers to push my boxers down my hips. My cock springs free and Angel gasps. I know I’ve got a big dick and honestly, I usually get a similar reaction from most women when they first lay eyes on me. But my chest swells and my cock jerks again at the sweet sound coming from her.
Wrapping my arm around her, I lift her up, shuffling further up the bed so I can get the best possible view when she finally plucks up the courage to touch me. Her hand lifts into the air and then freezes. I hold my breath. The idea that she might stop before her fingers make it to my cock is unthinkable, so I stay quiet and try not to spook her. I don’t know if this is the first time she’s gotten this close to a cock; I kind of hope it is. Either way, now she’s offered it I’m fucking desperate for her to touch me.
I watch as she tries to decide what to do. Her face either shows every thought she has or closes off so tightly she’s unreadable. I see the exact moment she decides to reach for me and when a single fingertip strokes across the head of my cock I almost come then and there.
Silently, I watch her movements gain momentum. She strokes from the tip of my cock straight down the length of me to the trimmed patch of hair at my base. Her fingers tentatively wrap around my girth, not quite able to touch and then she stops.
“What do I do? I want to make you feel good,” she whispers.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to do anything, Angel. I don’t want to push you.” The words come out of my mouth, but my thoughts are begging her not to stop, begging her to wrap her hand around my cock and stroke me until I come.
“I want to do this, but I need you to tell me what to do. I don’t… I’ve never…” Her words trail off.
Her fingers are still around my dick, so covering her hand with mine, I close her palm tighter around my hard shaft. “Just like this, baby,” I say moving her hand up and down my length slowly. I let my hand drop to my side and she continues the movement. A bead of pre-cum pools at the top of my cock and her thumb slides over it as she reaches the top of my dick and slowly slides back down again.
“That’s it, fuck, yeah just like that,” I say, letting my head fall back against the wall. Her face is fascinated and completely focused on her hand and my hard cock. Watching her jerk me off is driving me crazy and the first stirrings of my orgasm pool in my balls.
“Hold me tighter,” I groan, my voice ragged and strained. She does as I ask, and her hand squeezes my cock and starts to move quicker, sliding confidently up and down my hard length. “Oh fuck, Angel that feels so fucking good.”
More pre-cum seeps from the tip of my cock and I watch as she collects it with her fingers and spreads it down the length of me. Heat pools in my stomach and my balls feel heavy. All of the blood in my body rushes into my cock and lifting my head up I reach for Angel and pull her above me. Dragging up the shirt she’s wearing, I groan when her hand grips me tighter and I explode. Long lines of cum spray onto the perfect pale skin of her stomach. I tense again and another wave of cum hits her.
A deep sigh escapes from my throat and my head falls back against the wall with a thump. Wrapping my arm around her back I pull her to lie on top of me and breathe heavily into the top of her head. “Fuck.”
Angel chuckles softly. “Did I do okay?”
“Perfect baby, that was fucking perfect,” I force out, as lethargy fills my body and my muscles relax into the pillows.
I feel her arms flex and she starts to pull away from me, but I clamp my arm around her back and hold her tightly. “I need to get up,” she protests.
“Why? Stay here.”
“Because I’m sticky,” she says shyly.
Releasing my hold on her she immediately sits up and I catch a glimpse of the wetness on her stomach before my shirt falls down and covers it. Angel begins to move but wrapping my fingers around her wrist I stop her. “I want to see.”
“See what?” She asks.
“You, covered in my cum.” Releasing her wrist I bunch up the fabric of my shirt, slowly lifting it to reveal the remnants of my cum coating her skin. “Fuck,” I hiss, smoothing my hand across her stomach, rubbing my cum into her perfect flesh, branding her.
She silently watches me, her teeth biting at her bottom lip, her eyes hooded and filled with desire. “Come here and kiss me,” I order gently.
She falls into my chest and eagerly kisses me while my fingers slide down her back and over her ass. Who knew white cotton panties could be so sexy? Pushing my fingers underneath the fabric I start to slide around to the perfect wet pussy that’s hidden inside. My Angel couldn’t look any more perfect than she does right now. My fingertip slides into her heat and Angel moans as I skim over her clit.
Knock, knock, knock.
Groaning in protest, I reluctantly pull my hand from Angel’s panties, just as there’s another rap on the door. “Go jump in the shower, baby, and I’ll see who’s here.”
Angel nods and silently slides off me, dashing into the bathroom. My cock’s rock hard again, despite me only coming a few minutes ago. Flinching, I drag the fabric of my boxers over the sensitive head, roll off the bed and pad to the door to open it.
Grits smiles at me. “Good morning, sunshine. Where’s my Little Dove?”
“She’s in the shower,” I grumble.
“Okay, well I need to help her pick out an outfit, so go put some fucking clothes on and then go away while I help her get dressed,” Grits says with an annoying wink.
“I can help her get dressed,” I say, aggravated that I’m being told to leave, when I just want to stay holed up in my room with my girl.
“That girl is eighteen and about as innocent as they come, Daisy. You might have claimed her but you need to keep your dick in your pants.”
I growl a low angry noise. “Grits, I get that you like Angel and I’m grateful that you’re being a friend to her. But I’m only gonna tell you this once. She is my old lady. I would never, ever, do anything to hurt her or try to get her to do something she isn’t ready for. What we are or are not doing is none of your fucking business and we’re gonna have a huge fucking problem if you try to make it your business. You get me?”
Grits jaw hardens for a second, then she relaxes and nods. “Yeah, I get you. I also know that she doesn’t know anything about the club or the world we live in and she won’t if you keep her all to yourself. I only want to help her, and right now she needs to look the part.”
Blowing out a breath I nod, knowing that Grits is right. Angel needs to learn how to navigate the Sinner lifestyle and I can’t help her with that. “Yeah, okay, fine. Give me five.”
Grits nods and then turns and walks away. Closing the door, I turn toward the bathroom, my cock literally straining towards the room where Angel is naked and wet. Groaning loudly, I yank open the drawers of my dresser and pull out clean clothes. I change quickly, knowing if I stay in here for too long, the temptation to go help Angel shower will be too much and all my good intentions of taking things slow will be shot to hell.
I’m fully dressed and pulling on my boots when the bathroom door opens, and a pink skinned Angel emerges from a cloud of steam. Her hair is wet and hanging around her bare shoulders and the only thing hiding her body from me is a small white towel.
“Oh, hi,” she says and pads around the bed to where her backpack is leaning against the wall. She grips the towel tightly with one hand as she other roots around the backpack, pulling out another pair of those sensible cotton panties.
When she turns to face me, my eyes are riveted to the hint of her cleavage that’s on show as the towel slips down her damp body. I force myself to look back at my boots and my fingers fumble with the laces. Eventually I manage to get them on and stand up quickly, looking from Angel to the door and then back again. “I should go so you can get dressed.”
“Oh, err, yeah. Or you could stay, I mean if you want to,” she mumbles, her eyes firmly fixed on her feet.
I’m not sure if I heard her right. “What?”
She doesn’t say anything for a long moment, then her eyes drift up to meet mine. “I mean you don’t have to leave while I get dressed. Oh God, what I’m trying to say is that, err, I don’t mind if you stay.”
I take slow steps toward her. “You want me to stay here, in this room, while you get dressed?” I clarify and try to tone down the hope in my voice.
She looks at me, then her gaze falls to her hands and she fidgets, twisting the fabric of her towel. “I. You don’t have to. It’s just that I’ve seen you naked and I thought, that maybe, you know…”
“Come here, baby,” I coo, and she quickly closes the space between us. Sinking down onto the edge of the bed I pull her between my legs. “This isn’t tit-for-tat, Angel. Do I want to see you naked? Hell fucking yes, I do. I like touching you, I really like you touching me, but I don’t have an ulterior motive. I’m in deep so it doesn’t matter how long it takes for us to take these steps because we have all the time in the world.”
“I’m making such a mess of this,” Angel says lifting her hands to cover her face.
“What are you talking about, baby?”
“I just, I want to be brave enough to just drop this towel and stand here, but I’m not.”
Her eyes look a little lost and my stomach drops. Reaching forward I pull her hands from her face and cup her chin, tilting her so our eyes lock. “You’re so fucking brave, Angel, never doubt that. I don’t expect you to start walking around the room naked, but if you want to share your beautiful body with me I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t want to see you.”
“Will you help me?” She asks, her eyes burning into mine.
I nod and lift my hands up to the edges of the towel. My eyes stay on hers as I slowly loosen the towel and let it slide down her body. Resting my hands on her hips, the towel pools across my arms so only her breasts are exposed.
I don’t fucking know how I do it, but I keep my eyes on her face. Her chest expands as she pulls in a breath and then exhales. She closes her eyes, then opens them again, offering me a half smile and I pull her forward and kiss her gently.
Angel pulls back first, and her eyes fall to her breasts. My gaze drops, and I gasp at the perfection that’s six inches from my mouth. Her breasts are small, but perky and high; her nipples are a rosy pink color and forgetting myself for a minute, I lean forward and lick the tip with my tongue. Her inhale of air is loud, and I quickly check she’s okay with the change of direction, from show and tell, to interactive display.
One of her hands lifts to my head and when I cautiously lean forward and lick the other nipple, she tangles her fingers in my hair and holds me to her. I don’t want to drop the towel around her waist so only touching her with my tongue, I draw patterns around her nipple and then suck the whole thing into my mouth.
Angel moans loudly and her head tips back in pleasure. Releasing her nipple from my mouth with a pop I move to the other side, repeating the same action. Dropping small kisses along her skin I trace the swell of her breasts while she watches me with hooded eyes.
“Perfect,” I whisper, pulling her closer. Her fingers are clenched tightly around her panties and reaching up I take them from her. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I hold them by her feet and she steps into them. I slide them up her legs and over her tight ass until they’re covering her pussy.
Dropping the towel, I let my eyes run the full length of her body. “You’re fucking perfect, baby. Let’s take things one step at a time. You shared those beautiful tits with me and that’s enough for now. I don’t need you to suddenly become an exhibitionist. I want to savor you and earn everything you give me. I’m all yours, baby, but I’m happy to take my time and wait for you to give yourself completely to me because when you do I’ll never give you back.”
The anxiety and fear settle in her eyes and she throws herself into my chest, hugging me tightly. I fucking love that she’s starting to touch me more freely. I wouldn’t have called myself a tactile person before I met Angel, but now I want her near me, touching me as much as possible. I’ve watched Echo with Liv and wondered why he was always pulling her into his lap or holding her against his chest. Honestly, I thought he was just marking his territory, but maybe, like me he just can’t stand to have her near and not have his hands on her. I’m starting to crave Angel, even after spending all night holding her close, I don’t want to leave her.
“Thank you,” Angel says, pulling away from my chest but keeping her arms wrapped around my neck.
“What for?” I ask.
“Everything,” she says, simply. “In the last week my life’s imploded and outside of this room it’s all chaos, but somehow when it’s just me and you I forget all the bad stuff. I like you. I don’t really understand how all of this happened, but I like you and I like the way you make me feel. When it’s just me and you, I’m not scared anymore and for the first time in two years I don’t want to hide.”
My heart pounds as she speaks. Every hour we spend here in our little safe haven I can see her finding herself again and it makes me want to lock the door and bubble wrap her against the rest of the world.
The knock at the door forces me to release her and I curse the Prez’s old lady and her desire to help. “Fucking Grits,” I grumble under my breath.
Lifting Angel into the air I place her on the floor in front of me and grab one of my t-shirts from my drawer. I pull it over her head, hiding her perfect breasts from my view. My cock twitches in dismay and I silently promise it some relief later. Though the idea of jerking off in the shower, is nowhere near as appealing as having Angel’s tiny hands wrapped around my cock again.
Striding over to the door, I pull it open with a scowl. Grits smiles widely at my expression and breezes past me and into the room.
“Bye, Daisy, she’ll be ready in thirty minutes,” Grits says dismissing me.
Throwing a glare at Grits, I turn to Angel. “Come here, baby.”
She rushes across the room and as soon as she’s close enough, I pull her closer and kiss her thoroughly. When I release her she sways slightly, a ghost of a smile across her lips.
“Have fun with Grits, I’ll see you out there in a while,” I say.
“Okay,” she whispers and stands on her tiptoes to kiss me quickly before she bounces over to Grits who is busy laying out clothes on the bed.
Like a fucking pussy, I spend a minute just staring at her before I pull on my cut and finally force myself to walk away.