Page 82 of Angel

For a guy who spent his entire love life with one woman searching for poetry in the dark, waking up next to Roxy was like finding the melody I had no clue my soul was missing.

She lay tangled in the sheets, languid, sensuous, soft breathing, and I inhaled her perfume.

I’d written songs about heartbreak and the brutal art of letting go.

However, as the sunlight played on her hair, I realized Roxy was my redemption after the storm of Evangeline’s betrayal.

The woman was thawing the heart I never thought would come off ice after Evangeline.

Roxy made me lower my guard, blowing my mind in and out of bed with her grace.

I’d spent the week wanting her near me, because, heck, she soothed me.

Add to that was the sheer perfection of our sensual compatibility, which blew my mind.

Our connection was so incandescent, it was as if she was healing some of my pain.

For the first time in weeks, I could think of Evangeline without it cutting me up.

Even now, as I stared at Rox lying next to me, I grasped that I was slipping and sliding into uncharted territory with her.

Biting my lip, I leaned over her, easing the sheet from her shoulders, revealing her tits.

Fuck, this woman was seductive but so dangerous.

My cock throbbed, going hard as a rock.

Unable to help myself, I slid lower on the bed, as my mouth came over her nipple.

Heaven.

I suckled it, at first lashing it with teasing strokes of my tongue, then with need.

She bucked beneath me.

‘Angel?’

As she breathed my name, her hand went into my hair, cupping the back of my head.

Sensations ravaged me; the bliss of being cradled and suckling her at the same time tore through my body and soul.

She was such a sweet escape as she woke, stirring, hand going under her tit to offer more of it to me.

I lapped, lavved, and nipped, so gone for her, rubbing my cock into her upper thigh.

She took pity on me, and I shuddered when her hand encircled it.

Shifting to bring it closer to her grip, I cupped her other breast, sucking, lost in bliss as she jacked and stroked me.

It was when her fingers squeezed my thick, swollen head around my barbel that I growled, canted my nape back, and shook.

My cum sprayed with wild abandon, coating her hands and tummy.

It was the hottest morning sex I’d ever had.

She kept pumping, and I remained hard, shuddering in pleasure.

When her hand left me to go between her thighs and her head fell back onto the pillow, I realized she was cumming too.