In the Arms of an Angel

A Part of a Story?

..."How do you want your body to feel at the end of tonight?" he asked, gazing into her naked eyes. Sitting in the large chair, she lowered her back softly and slowly onto his, allowing them both to feel what it is like to have the last two pieces of a puzzle finally come together.

Like the perfect match they were, his lips were exactly thus for the luscious contours of the back of her neck. As she responded with every caress of his lips, her hands began to stir the power of their love. At first her legs slowly expanded beyond, but still resting on, his. Her hands felt the strength of the body that held hers, slowly from the knee. Her eyes found it hard to stay open at times, with his lips turning their combined temperature well above their single heartbeat.

Moments later, his massive arms and hands began to circle her waist, just below the rim of the tight, black shirt that covered the gold of her heart. "Yes," he heard her whisper faintly. His fingers almost seemed to slip under the rims, just like her neck had slipped between his lips, just like his had slipped in her hands. The bulges of his upper arms pressed against her as they moved to lift her...shirt up. It moved up, her arms raised high, but he stopped. "Don't move," he said, her arms raised high and her vision lost in the black of her shirt.

It didn't seem like a second, even in love's time, that it took for her body to shudder ever so slightly...being caught by his. The wings that graced her lover's hands moved her body in every way at once, it seemed so fast. It slowed, but only to make room for sheer intensity. Against her now wet and aching lips, he held his long self against them, two fingers crawling slowly upwards on either side. He felt her breath collapse as her back caved into him, her arms hanging loose in the shirt that seemed to hold her captive between his wings...wings made only for her.

Bringing his lips close to her hidden ears, he asked, "What does your body want? What does your mind want?"

She tried to answer once, but her voice collapsed in the attempt. The second time she managed to utter the word "You."

With that his arms raised up, removing the only thing keeping her from seeing him, wanting to touch him. His body soon began to breathe heavily, the sweat dripping between them, his muscles wrenching with every strong caress. "Your touch," he said, exhaling shakily, "Makes me want." In that instant, without finishing, his body rose directly against hers, his lips devouring her left ear. She lost her body, but she didn't care, her ear, his hands, he held her when her body heaved, when she pressed back against him. He was everywhere and the pleasure couldn't stop. "Oh God please," she said as she caught her breath, the pleasure having become too great for both her mind and body.

A state of pure passion was the city her body now owned. She was so calm and so wanting. The only thing her mind and body wanted was to give his mind and body something he could never find anywhere in any universe.

Slowly, but most definitely surely, she turned her entire body around. She wanted nothing other than to see every inch of him as she showed him the intensity of love when someone like him is strong enough in heart to open it.

They gazed in each other's eyes and the moment before he entered her, they exchanged a look of fear...fear of not knowing what the power they were unleashing would do to their souls.

Sweat seemed to pour onto their bodies straight from the core of their inner selves. In the movement, her hands glide over his muscular body like an ice cube over a raging sun. She could see every ounce of him pouring out...as she caught every ounce of it, sparing no drops.

In his eyes, he saw her and all that her mind and body could do to a soul...a soul like his. All of what he saw was summed up in her eyes. They burned so deeply it was like her eyes had just exploded and he was caught in the between the power of two supernovas.

They kept moving both between and into each other, reaching depths they had initially feared, but now savored. When their souls ran dry in that movement they gazed into each other's eyes....

Well, is not the rest of the night, the rest of the story?