I blush furiously, and when he puts his mouth on me again, I moan in pure pleasure. He growls into me, and his hands grip me tighter as his tongue drags over my pussy. I shiver from the heat, the pleasure melting through every inch of me. I suck at my bottom lip, my teeth raking over it as I squeeze my eyes shut. His powerful grip digs into my skin possessively, thrilling me almost as much as the wickedly naughty feel of his tongue pushing into me.
I gasp as he slides it deeper into my opening, and I cry out as he swirls it around. He teases down to my button, and I gasp sharply when his tongue swirls over it. Oh Lord does it feel incredible. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, hands down, and my entire body quivers and shakes as the sounds of pure sinful pleasure fall from my lips.
He growls, his fingers griping me tight and pulling me hard against his face. His tongue laps at my clitoris, and I moan eagerly—wantonly. I might be going to Hell, but it’s going to be on a pillowy cloud of pure heat and desire.
His tongue slips back over my lips, teasing my opening as his fingers come up between my legs to tease my clit again in slow circles. He kisses higher, and higher, and suddenly my eyes go wide as his wicked tongue slides right over my… my…
“Gabriel!” I choke his name out as the most sinfully hot pleasure I’ve ever dreamed of ripples through me. His tongue is on my… my ass, and it’s pure, white hot, pleasure. My eyes roll back, and my toes curl. My fingers dig into the edge of the baptism pool, and I moan deep in my throat with lust—shameless, eager, wanton lust.
Gabriel growls into me, and his tongue teases in slow circles around my most forbidden, private place. He grunts, his hands gripping me tightly as he slides his tongue back between my legs to run it over my pussy again. I melt against him, and when his sinful lips fasten around my clit, and when he sucks gently and flicks his tongue across it, I start to crumble.
The world spins and teeters around me, and the very air ignites with fire. I drop my cheek to my arm, panting and whimpering and gasping in pleasure as Gabriel drives me closer and closer to damnation.
Sweet, blissful, aching damnation.
The pressure builds and the fire consumes my very soul, and I know I’m going to break. I know he’s going to make me… make me orgasm again, and this time, I know it’s going to be even bigger than the first time.
“I’m—I’m going to… Gabriel…!”
I’m so close, but it’s right then that the other part of me—the repressed, the controlled part of me—reacts. I panic, feeling like I’m slipping from the light and falling into Hell. My breath catches, and I reach back as if to push him away before it’s too late.
“Wait, Gabriel, we can’t—”
“Yes, we can,” he hisses, grunting as his tongue swirls over my electrified clitoris and brings a cry of bliss to my lips.
“Yes, we can, and yes, you are. Now come for me, angel. I want you come on my fucking face.”
His mouth presses into me again, his tongue swirls over my clit, and his filthy words are the final stroke—the final straw that snaps me in two. With a cry of pleasure, I break, and the climax explodes through my very soul. I scream in pleasure, writhing and pushing back against his face as I squeal and moan and convulse against the side of the tub.
His hands never leave me, and his tongue stays right on me through the entire thing, until I’m shaking all over and my vision is swimming.
I’m gasping and still not quite able to stand as I turn and throw myself into his arms. I kiss him feverishly, and I know what that sweet slickness on his lips is, but I don’t care at all. I kiss him deeply and he growls into my mouth as he whirls us and leans against the edge of the tub. My body writhes against his, and I moan as I feel his huge, thick erection throbbing against my tummy.
I gasp and slide my hand down to grip him once again, and I whimper as I start to stroke him slowly.
“Fuck, Delilah…” he grunts, hissing in pleasure. The sounds from his perfect lips spur me on, and I keep rubbing him with my hand.
“I want to… I want to make you…” I blush, panting as I kiss him feverishly and stroke him faster against my skin. “What you did to me.”
“Come,” he growls. “Say it, angel. Let me hear you say it.”
I whimper. “I—I want to make you come,” I hiss against his lips.
He groans, his muscles bunching and his hands gripping me tighter.
“Fuck, Delilah,” he growls. “You wanna make me come?”
“Yes,” I gasp. I can feel his cock throbbing so hard under my fingers, and I stroke my hand up and down his length faster. His swollen head pulses against my skin, and I can feel his abs clenching tight.
I’m standing naked in a baptism tank, lips seared to those of a preacher, with my hand jerking his cock.
Satan take me now.
Gabriel growls and clutches me to him. He kisses me fiercely, one hand gripping my ass and the other tangling in my hair. I moan, my hips shamelessly rocking into him as my hand strokes his huge, throbbing hard cock. He hisses, and I feel him twitch in my hands, and suddenly, I feel it. I moan as his cock lurches against me and begins to spurt hot, sticky liquid across my tummy.
I moan, and I keep stroking him as the stickiness drips down his shaft and over my fingers. He roars in pleasure and kisses me fiercely, our bodies rubbing together and my pulse racing.
No flames engulf me. No chasm opens, with demons surging out to drag me away to the fires below. In fact, when we slow and when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to kiss me slow and deep, my soul has never been more at peace.
And I’ve never felt more saved.