I lay back and waited for Angel to come back to bed. She slid in next to me when she was done in the bathroom.
“Your hair smells so good,” I said after I’d taken in a lungful. “What is it?”
“It’s argan oil.”
“It’s lovely.”
I took a lock of her hair and twisted it between my fingers.
“I get why John and Yoko spend an entire week in bed. I’ve always wanted to do it.”
“Why haven’t you?”
“Never found my Yoko, I guess. Until now.”
“You’re adorable,” she smiled and kissed me.
“You’re not going to change the room decor to look like an English garden or a tropical forest, are you? Oh, and I beg you, no scatter cushions. I hate those.”
“Do I look like a scatter cushion kinda girl?” Angel snorted.
“I hear they’re a secretive society, with their own handshakes and everything. There’s no way to know until it’s too late. One day, the man comes home, and bam! Cushions everywhere.”
“Max, you’re an idiot,” Angel cackled. “Now, stop being a nutcase and give me my housewarming gift.”
“As you wish, my lady.”
I kissed Angel’s eyelids, and whispered, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
“What an opening line,” she whispered back.
“It’s true. You take my breath away. I’m hopelessly in love with you, Angel Harris.”
Angel’s eyes shot open. She stared into mine and at that moment I wished I could read her thoughts. The worst bit was waiting for her to say something back. I held my breath without noticing it.
“I love you too, Max,” she said, and with that, I exhaled. “Make love to me.”
I kicked the duvet off the bed so I could have full access to my woman. She lay back and stared into my eyes. I could see how much she wanted me–her dreamy eyes told me all I needed to know.
I pulled the T-shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. Next, I slid Angel’s panties down her shapely legs and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor next to the bed.
Angel opened her legs to make room for me. I slid into the gap and lay between them, kissing her stomach. Tiny goosebumps rose on her skin as I planted butterfly kisses all over my lover.
“Can I expect this kind of treatment every morning?” she asked, slightly out of breath.
“Absolutely.”
“Fanbloodytastic,” she groaned as my tongue slid between the folds of her wetness.
Angel smelled and tasted so good. I couldn’t get enough of her. I massaged her clit until she was so swollen, I was sure she was going to pop. Angel threaded her fingers through my hair as she moaned and moved her hips rhythmically to and fro.
I wanted to cum with her, so I stopped licking her and thrust my shaft into her. She made a joyful sound as my fullness filled her.
“Oh, that feels so good, Max,” she panted. “Harder. Harder.”
I thrust in harder and faster.
“Wait,” she said suddenly and pushed me away.