Page 26 of Metatron
His hand found its way between my thighs, and he stroked my nether lips.
“I want to taste you,” he murmured.
I shuddered. “Oh, I’d like that, but I’m way too far-gone to last more than a lick.” I leaned my forehead to his. “I want you inside me.”
His turn to tremble.
I lifted my body and grasped his cock firmly, my thumb stroking over the tip, spreading the pearl of liquid pooling. I rubbed the slick head of him against me and moaned.
I’d never wanted anything so much.
I guided him to my pussy and let go, sliding my body slowly down onto his cock. My sex pulsed in welcome around him. He was thick. He stretched me and filled me, and I couldn’t help but squeeze as he hit just the right spot. It was all I could do not to come. But I held off.
I’d not dreamed of this moment to come in three seconds flat.
His fingers once more dug into my ass, and his lips found the flesh between my shoulder and neck for a suck. I rolled my hips, and he groaned. I ground against him, driving him deep, and it was my turn to pulse and catch my breath.
It felt so good.
I rocked and pushed against him, rubbing the very tip of him against my sweet spot. My breath halting, my heart racing, my body trembling with need.
My orgasm wouldn’t hold off for him. I came.
Hard.
And shook with it. His hands were there to keep the wave of my climax going, pushing and pulling me to keep up the thrusting, rolling me into a second orgasm where he joined me.
I felt the hot spurt of heat as he came. Heard his shout of enjoyment. Felt the crush of his arms as he held me tight. Sensed a connection to him that whispered, You’re what I’ve been waiting for.
A moment of perfection that I didn’t want to end.
When he finally stirred, I expected him to be aloof, abrupt, even dismissive of what happened. I’d learned angels didn’t put as much stock in intimacy and sex as humans.
To my surprise he said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome?” Like what else should I say? I remained cradled in his lap and arms, limp with pleasure and not wanting to move. Not yet. Let me bask a moment longer before the brush-off.
His hand stroked down my back, and I shivered. Dare I say, my sexual desire stirred already. I’d never had that happen before.
“I’ll have the cantorii move your belongings to my quarters,” he suddenly stated.
I stilled. “Why?”
“I’d say that’s obvious.” His hand cupped and squeezed an ass cheek.
I liked it, a lot, and I was kind of peeved my feminist side just had to tartly retort, “It was just sex. Nothing more. No need to move in together.” That was what I said. Inside? Melting marshmallow that he’d made the first move.
In any new relationship, getting past that first awkward “I like you” proved to be my downfall. The few times I’d put myself out there, I got shot down. A lot of men didn’t like a woman like me, brash, able to fight her own battles, not willing to accept bullshit. Add to that the non-Templars saw me as too assertive and secretive, with reason, and one couldn’t exactly tell a guy, I fight monsters in my spare time.
“So date someone who knows,” you’d think. Only once had I disastrously dared to date another knight. It ended because he couldn’t handle my imp kill rate was higher than his. Oh, and I never chose him as a mission leader. In my defense, it wasn’t because we were fucking at the time but because he sucked when in charge.
“It was more than just sex, and you know it.” He leaned back enough to look me in the eyes. “If what ignited between us were just about bodily release, we would have handled it upon first meeting.”
“Maybe you would have,” I snorted. “I’m not a slut to sleep with strangers. I prefer to get to know someone first.”
“And now that you know me?” A soft purring query.
“You’re not all that bad.” Why did I not tell him the truth? How I thought him commanding, and yet caring. His plans did their best to minimize civilian casualties. He never asked anyone to do something he wouldn’t do himself. He was also crazy sexy.