“Exactly,” she whispered.
I beat my wing, trying to use the air to wake her up, but she didn’t budge. She just put her hand over her face to block it. Then I tried to rub her thigh to wake her up, but couldn’t help myself from trailing my hand around to her ass. Her top leg was bent, her knee close to her stomach, giving me the perfect access to press my fingers to the soft flesh between her thighs, right over her pink panties. She had fallen asleep last night in them and one of my tanks, like a present wrapped especially for me. I ran my fingers under the soft cotton, between her pussy lips, and gently stroked her.
She stirred, lightly moaning.Zaz…
I brought my fingers to her entrance, pushing on it but not letting them sink into her heat. I wanted her consent first.
Zaaaaaz, she groaned through the link.Why did you stop? I want you.
How badly? Tell me how badly you want me to shove my fingers inside that creamy pussy and make you come first thing in the morning?I loved the whiny whimper she made afterward. Her neediness called to the part inside me that wanted to give her everything.
She backed her ass up against me, pushing the tips of my fingers inside her. Turning her head over her shoulder, she gave me wide, pleading eyes that melted some of my resolve to make her ask nicely. Sue me, but I loved hearing my partner beg a little.
“Please,” she said sweetly. “I want you to make me come so hard I leave a stain on the bed. Then I want to return the favor.”
No sarcasm or snark–she was as sweet as honey. How could I say no when she was being so agreeable? I threw her leg over mine, turning her slightly onto her back to give myself better access. Sliding a finger inside her, I marveled at how silky and smooth she felt as I stroked her walls.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned. I used my thumb to rub her clit, and she bucked against me. I banded my other arm around her breasts so she couldn’t get away. Her hard nipples grazed my forearm and Iwantedthem. In my mouth, around my dick, on my face. I added a second finger, and she ground her hips on me. Curving my fingers, I hit that sweet spot inside her. She rode them, chasing her bliss with every cant of her hips. Her pussy stretched around me as a gasp fell from her lips.
“You said my name in your sleep last night,” I taunted her, slowing my pace and holding her tighter as I added a third finger. Her whimpers melded with the wet sound of my fingers moving within her. “What were you dreaming about?”
She whined as she wriggled around, trying to find more friction. I pressed my thumb against her swollen clit, and she groaned. “I dreamed about riding your dick. Ever since I had it in my mouth, I’ve wondered what it would feel like inside me…how it would feel if I took it in my ass too…”
Christ. Fuck.Where did that come from? She was just as filthy as the five of us. “Those are some unholy thoughts, honey. You’re fuckingdirty.”
“You’re a fallen angel, I’m sure you’ve done worse things,” she retorted.
And how right she was. I did a lot of those dirty, filthy things before my fall from grace, too. Hearing her talk like that made my blood run hot. I loved her confidence in everything, inside the bedroom and out. I removed my fingers, slapping right over her clit. Her mouth dropped and she moaned, her hooded eyes gazing at me with a silent plea. I did it again before moving off her and scooting to sit on my knees. I flapped my wings a few times, giving them some room to stretch.
“Change of plans,” I directed as I rolled her all the way onto her back and pulled her toward me, situating myself right between her spread legs. “You’re a filthy little thing, and I want to lick you clean,” I rasped, my voice low. I tugged at her panties, intent on ripping them off.
Please don’t rip them, I only have so many pairs,she requested.
I respected her wishes, taking her panties off for her and placing them on the other side of the bed. She pulled her thighs up toward her chest, and I held them open. Her pussy glistened, wet and slightly swollen from me finger-fucking it. I sucked on her lips, licking and nipping everywhere but the one place it mattered most. When she started breathing heavier, I slid two fingers inside her, scissoring them apart to open her up for later. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Fuck,fuck,” she cursed in frustration. “Zaz, lick my clit,pleeeeaaaase,” she groaned.
What did you say?I asked, taking my fingers out and plunging my tongue into her passage. She tastedsosweet. So good.
“Zaz, please suck my clit, I’m so close.” Her voice sounded like a symphony of sexual rapture, all breathy and whiny. “Please!”
I ran the flat of my tongue up her center, flicking her clit with it in sharp motions until her knees started shaking.
Play with your nipples, twist them, you dirty girl. Lick your fingers, get them wet.
She did as I asked, twisting her nipples with her spit-covered thumb and forefinger. Her thighs shook as her hips bucked wildly beneath me.
You’re my filthy, slutty angel on earth, huh honey? So good, and yet so fucking bad,I linked her while switching to long, deep sucks on her clit. I put three fingers inside her, thrusting them in deep.
Some hoarse, mewling sound came out of her as she tried to clamp her thighs around my head, but I held them.I’m not done with you yet.I wanted that wet spot on her bed like a fucking trophy, and then I wanted to make her sit in it later like the bad girl she was. She clenched around my fingers, her pussy spasming as she squirted everywhere.
Licking her a few more times, I sucked up her juices and moaned to myself. She laid there, panting with her head thrown back. There was a soaked spot on the bed from her release, and I smiled to myself.Fuck, yeah.
Positive vibes rolled off her in waves, and I felt them all over the room. I rubbed the soft flesh of her tummy, below her belly button before resting my head on it. Running my finger tip up to her nipple, I circled it.
I want to put my dick inside you. Do you need to rest?I wanted to make sure she was coherent. Sometimes when two angels had sex, they overwhelmed themselves with positivity and bliss, and needed time to come down from it before they could function properly. It was akin to a drug high.
That was amazing; I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine. Get inside me, Zaz,she linked me, sitting up on her elbows to look at me. Her pupils were blown out, black almost completely eclipsing her irises, and they reminded me of Bash’s. Her lazy, sated smile looked goofy, contrasting oddly with her eyes.