Night Angels (Beast & Beauty)

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Authors: Jessie M
thoroughly. Her breathing changed pace, becoming harsh as he used his fingers, inside her at first, and then in the soft rhythm she liked. She arched her back towards him.
    “Keep going, I need more...” she whispered, her voice sounding far away from the world. 
    Fuck no... No more fingers...
    He might not be that experienced, but he knew what women liked. And so did he.
    He wanted to get down there... and he was going to. His head lowered and his tongue trailed down her stomach, she watched him with sex-drugged eyes. She knew what was coming and he could see she wanted it.
    His tongue swept across her clit for the first time and she took a swift intake of breath. Then he circled her with the flat of it.
    “I love that so much, do it fast, suck me ...” she groaned as he swept into action, over and over, fast, wet and soft.
    “Oh Kyle.... Oh my God.” Her hands grabbed at his hair in a frenzy, her legs widening as far as they could go as she pushed his face into her. He felt her tense and then release, flopping back with a deep sigh.
    “I hope that feels as good for you, as it looks to me...” he grinned. 
    “I think I love you already,” she said shakily and beamed at him. “You know when I look at you, I want more and more and more of you... I hope you're up to it, because I'm really, really in the mood.”
    He silenced her with a long, deep kiss and then positioned himself above her, his cock dying for another session.
    Was he up to it? Was she fucking joking...? He'd waited a helluva long time for this and he was so hot for her...
     
    She shook him, waking him from his blissful slumber, as he lie on top of her, dead to the world after their numerous heavy and very energetic sessions.
    “Hey gorgeous... I'm sorry but I've got to go. Believe me I really don't want to, but I promised my mum I'd be back by eight. She's going out.”
    “Tell her you can't make it, I need my sexy new pillows,” he said with a grin, snuggling his head on her breasts.
    “Come on... up you get. You can have your pillows another time, okay?”
    “How about tomorrow?”
    She laughed as he moved over to her side and she got up and dressed. 
    “Well come on then lazy bones... I need a ride home!”
    “Oh I see, bossing me around, are you? Now you've had your way with me?”
    “I can be very, very bossy when I want to be, but you'll have to wait for that...” She smiled and leant down, kissing him sweetly on the nose. Reluctantly he rose and dressed, and they left quietly, creeping off to the garage.
    They set off in the early evening, the bike light on full beam, as they travelled the empty lanes to Friston, where she lived.  He dropped her off and they had a very long and wonderful kiss goodbye. Eventually she dragged herself out of his arms and made her way up the garden path to her cottage. She turned and blew him a sexy kiss. He chuckled happily and took off with a surge of speed and a wildly happy disposition.
    What a difference a day made. All thanks to her.
    He set a slower pace as he rode back home, enjoying the ride. He took the longer route, just another couple of miles, to enjoy the tranquility of the country road. He looked up at the sky, to the moon. It looked beautiful, so large and bright. A few clouds were scattered across it, adding an ominous air of mystery to its beauty. He dropped his eyes back to the road, taking a sharp bend, and turning into his lane from the other direction. The Brandons didn't usually come this way, because it was regularly flooded, as a ford ran across it. But he liked this end of the lane. It was overhung by many trees, like a tunnel. It was earthy and natural.
    He was pulled out of his reverie by two headlights which were coming towards him. At first he thought it was a car, but as they came closer he realised it was in fact two bikers riding side by side. He pulled to one side of the narrow lane to let them file past and they slowed and stared at him, unsmiling.
    Two large Hells

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