What does she desire? She desired Uriel to be buried inside her. . .his tongue made her skin tremble with goosebumps, and the way he kissed her skin, it was as if he was afraid that she would break.
She felt his fingers near her fold where her lacey undergarments stopped - her clit was quivering. . .she wanted, no needed him to take her.
Uriel was still waiting for her to answer him, his lips inches from her thigh, his fingers where she wanted them to be near her hot flesh, ready to enter her. She unhitched her nails from his back, and she knew. . .she should be trickling wet.
She came upright, her legs spread wider, his fingers still at the seam of her undergarment, but his face was in full view of her sex. Uriel couldn't take his eyes away as he saw her fold opening and hugging her undergarment inward.
Uriel's hand tightened around her thigh. Did she have any idea. . .how she was making my manhood quiver in anticipation? He couldn't wait any longer and reached with his fingers towards her fold to stroke where it was hugging the undergarments.
He felt that her undergarments were soaked; she was wet. He licked his lips, stroking her fold again, and he felt her tremble. She placed her hand under his chin and lifted his head up. She wondered if he was toying with her, would he be one of her one-night stands, or could there be more? She started to feel insecure.
She looked into his eyes, "I want you." He parted his lips and stood upright, towering over her his hand didn't leave her fold.
"Say - it again, " he whispered, stroking her fold and moving his finger slowly under the garment. She let out a moan, "I want you."
He felt her wetness. She was oozing, "By the Creator - Christine, you are damp, " his finger circled over her clit. . .which quivered at his touch. She bit her lip, "Then why don't you take off my undergarments?"
Uriel stopped stroking her clit. He smiled at her and placed his free arm around her midriff to lift her a little, and he removed his fingers from her pearl and slowly moved to where her undergarments began, ripping them off.
Christine watched as her undergarments fell from his hand. She averted her gaze towards his manhood. . .that was fully erect now. He placed her down on the table with his hand between her legs.
She moved her hips at the touch of his fingers, and he obliged. He stroked her clit with his thumb and inserted his middle finger. He cupped her face and made a slow thrusting movement with his finger, her lips parted.
Uriel stroked her cheek with his thumb and quickened his thrust, and she let out a long moan. He loved the sound she made, making him wonder what other sounds she would make when he was buried inside of her.
Christine had never felt this sensation before. The noises she let out when he thrust his finger inside her. . .she didn't know where it came from. He looked her in the eyes; he saw pure pleasure encapsulated on her face. He pulled her forward and kissed her lips hungrily.
He thrust his finger faster and circled her pearl quicker, and she folded her arms around his neck and parted her legs more to give him room. He didn't stop, and her back arched, begging for a sweet release, but he stopped the movement.
Christine drew back from the kiss. Disappointment displayed on her face, "What are you -?"
He picked her up from the table and folded her legs around his waist. She felt his manhood around her entrance. She tightened her legs around him.
Uriel placed his hands firmly under her ass. Her wetness around his dick was inviting; it drove him mad. He kissed her again, parting her lips with his tongue. He carried her towards his bedroom, pushing the door open and laid her backwards without breaking the kiss.
His hands unhooked her legs, and he parted them, stroking her hot flesh, 'she was still eagerly awaiting.' He moved his hand up her leg, and she pulled him hard down on her so that his manhood was inches from her entrance. Their breathing was turning rapid. . .he had to be in her - he had to have her now.
Christine was aching. Why was he taking so long? Was Uriel afraid she wouldn't be able to take all of him? He removed his pants and let them fall to the ground.
Uriel didn't give her time to think when he trusted inwards, she gasped at his lips, dug her nails solidly in his back, and he let out a cry of pure pleasure, 'By the Creator, she was tight', he couldn't believe that she took all of him. He thrust slowly - so that she could adjust to having him in her.
It was beautiful, the way he imagined she would feel. . .he felt; they were the only two people in the world, and she was his, not Lucian's. She nipped at his lip to draw his attention towards her, "My God, Uriel!"
Uriel loved the way his name fell from her lips. He started to thrust faster, her body was matching his velocity and her body arched, and she gripped onto his back to pull him tighter in her embrace, "Don't you dare stop!"
He kissed her neck, going down and placed his right hand on her left breast, massaging it - he flicked her nipple. She cried out and gripped Uriel tighter. She pushed him over so that she was on top now. He looked up at her with awe. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. . .his manhood was still firmly inside her.
She sat upright, sensually rubbing his arms - her breasts bounced lightly, and when she bent down and sucked his right nipple. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on her hips.
She moved her hips in circles against his groin, grinding down and firmly gripping his left nipple between her fingers. Uriel let out a hard moan; this was new to him. Christine started to move her hips back and forth. Uriel's manhood nailing her sweet spot, she let out a satisfying moan against his nipple.
He couldn't take it anymore, the way she was flicking his nipple, suckling the other while grinding his manhood into oblivion. He dug his nails into her hips and flipped her over, and she stared at him with her lips slightly parted.
Uriel bent down and bit her shoulder. He thrust harder into her, her legs folded around him. She arched her back upwards, and Uriel placed his arm under her and pulled her towards him. He couldn't hold back anymore, her legs were tightening, and she closed her eyes.
His back was aching with excitement. Uriel's wings opened and spread wide. He didn't slow his velocity when a cry of pure satisfaction escaped her lips; he climaxed with her.
They both relaxed down into the bedding, she opened her eyes and widened at the sight of Uriel, and she pushed him off her, "What are you!?"
A look of confusion passed over his features, and then he felt the weight on his back, 'Shit! Shit!' She scrambled off the bed and moved away from him. There was fear in her eyes. He got up from the bed and folded his wings backwards, "Christine, I... I can explain it."
She shook her head, "Stay away from me!" She ran from his bedroom, and he followed after her, "Christine! Please wait!"
She wasn't listening, and she found her dress in the dining room and pulled it over her head, " This was a mistake. I should..."
What was he? He was behind her now and grabbed her arm. "Please let me explain."
She yanked her arm from his grip, "Stay away from me! I can not believe I fell for this!"
His wings were drooping, he fucked up. . .she will never give him another chance. Christine glared at him, "I never want to see you again!" She ran from his apartment, leaving Uriel standing with a solemn expression.