Angel Long: Paying to Hear the Words, Eighth Bit

I won’t deny it: I’m not much for sleeping, but I’m a great snuggler.

    And after a long hike and a massage and breakfast, doesn’t it just make sense to go back to bed, slumber and snuggle?

    “I seem to keep you perpetually hard.”

    “Guilty as charged,” I reply, kissing her neck, then going across to her shoulder.

    “You, or me?” she laughs. She has her palm full of erection, and her fingernails are scratching at my scrotum.

    “You,” I clarify. “You’re the one who’s ‘guilty’.”

    “Can’t help it, it seems.”

Angel Long: Paying to Hear the Words, Seventh Bit

The whimpering announces her release.

    It’s almost inaudible. Hardly registering at first.

    But it builds. Just as her climax does.

    We still don’t talk.

    We still don’t kiss.

    It’s this long, slow build-up to her orgasm, a gentle incline leading to the precipice, with nothing changing as we proceed, not our rhythm, not our pace, our cadence, nothing.

    There’s just an ‘Oh!’ when she stumbles into her Abyss, and as she falls, I join her, spraying inside her as her thighs clamp me, as she demands my mouth, as we kiss through our simultaneous gratifications, not another word spoken until we’re actually on the nature trail, hiking in the early morning light.

Angel Long: Paying to Hear the Words, Sixth Bit

The middle of the night, and Angel is staring at me.

    I should explain: she’s atop my face, riding my mouth, staring down at me. It’s just as powerful a pose as if we were laying nose-to-nose...only with my beard getting flooded by her effluvia.

    “What don’t you do?” she sighs, hardly moving at all.

    Pausing, I take her hand in mine, interlace our fingers. “I don’t dance.”

    “You can be forgiven,” she eventually shivers, gasps, holds her breath as she stiffens...and then melts onto me once more.

    “I love your pussy,” I whisper.

Angel Long: Paying to Hear the Words, Fifth Bit

But of course, it’s not like everything is separate. That would be silly. So I feed Angel while I spin her around so she’s facing the counter and rub my cock along her under-carriage. She shimmies when my glans hits her clit, she buzzes when she gulps down more dessert, and she gasps when I enter her.

    Feeding...and fucking.

    Fucking...and feeding.
   
    She’s rapacious...she’s responsive...she’s horny -and hungry- as hell.

    Angel’s also got some athletic-level endurance. Understanding of course, that I’m the one making all the effort.

    Bent over slightly, she bucks back forcefully, her ass slapping against my groin.

Angel Long: Paying to Hear the Words, Fourth Bit

     And so we have a stand-off.

    She massages my nuts aggressively, rolling them between her fingers while applying pressure. The sensations have me on the border of ‘Pleasure’ and ‘Pain’, doing a dance, at her mercy entirely.

    I gnaw on her nipple, biting even as I sluice saliva and slather spit around...and gently suckle. She flinches and moans, pushing into me to equal extents as she tugs away.

    In the middle of all this, Angel rides me, substantive six-foot form masterful in its stationary-yet-roaming intent, cunt having its way with my cock, buried up to the hilt inside her, tickling her coombe.

    “You know I love anal,” she sings to me, words half-clipped, reduced by a gasp.

Angel Long: Paying to Hear the Words, Third Bit

“You’re fun,” she laughs at one point, having expressed herself in as many gyrations and herky-jerky motions as is possible, all things considered.

    “Wait until we’re making love.”

    The comment pulls her up short.

    “Don’t worry,” I say, kissing the tip of her glorious schnozz. “We’ll fuck as well...”

    “I’m close,” she mumbles grumpily, pushing against the full extent of my hand.

    “Me too,” I let her know.

Angel Long: Paying to Hear the Words, Second Bit

“You’re such a skinny gal,” I tell her.

    “I know. Love me, or fuck off.”

    “I wouldn’t be holding you here right now if I didn’t appreciate your every line, your every nook and cranny.”

    She still looks really tired. “I could get used to this.”

    “Yeah?”

    “Yeah,” she laughs, seeming really goofy all of a sudden. She peers around. “This is your place?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “It’s nice.”