Page 8 of Just Once

When the bathroom door opens, a cloud of steam floats up and dissipates. And then Angel steps out, wrapped in the towel I gave her. Her hair is dry—pulled up in a top knot now, out of the way—and her body is pink and glowing from the heat.

“Hi,” she says, smiling as she slowly walks over to me.

“Hi, beautiful,” I say.

“Thanks for letting me do that.”

“Is there anything else you want to do first?”

She slows to a stop right in front of where I’m sitting on the bed. “Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I say, the corner of my mouth lifting. “We could watch some TV…have a snack…”

“Or you could just fuck me,” she says.

“Or I could do that.”

Angel’s eyes shimmer. Then she pulls out the end of her towel from where it’s tucked into the other side and lets it fall to the floor.

Jesus. She’s stunning. I knew she was going to be, but…wow. Her large, perky tits, the soft curve of her belly, the little thatch of hair above her pussy, her luscious thighs…I pull my eyes up and focus on hers.

“You’re gorgeous, Angel.”

“And right now, I’m all yours.”

I stand up, towering over her, and tell her to sit down on the edge of the bed. She does as I say. Her eyes move to my crotch—to the big bulge there—but that’s not what I want her to do.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her.

She parts her knees.

“Wider,” I say.

She spreads them open further, as far as she can. I kneel down in front of her and smile. She watches me with desire in her eyes as I lower my mouth down to her folds. And when I lick her for the first time, she shudders with pleasure, letting out a gasp as she does.

I lick her again, running my tongue up and down her clit. And then again and again. She tastes clean but also sweetly feminine, and it’s a taste I can’t get enough of. Chasing after her moans, I run my tongue up and down faster. Soon, she’s swollen and soaking wet.

“It’s so good, Dante,” she groans. “Oh, God. I can’t—even—describe—”

I insert a finger into her and she cries out. I keep licking her as I pump in and out of her. She writhes and moans and gyrates her hips. Soon, she’s gasping for breath. And when she comes, she comes hard and fast, trembling like mad against my mouth.

I slide my finger out of her but I keep kissing her as she comes down. When I hear a final sigh, I stand up between her legs. Angel lays back on the bed and watches me in a blissful daze as I take off my clothes.

“Do I get to taste you now?” she asks.

“If that’s what you want,” I say.

“What doyouwant, Dante?”

“I want to make you come again.”

She grins. “Then get over here and fuck me.”

I grab a condom from my bedside table and roll it on. I’m rock hard, standing at full attention. Angel eyes my cock as I walk back over to the bed. Her expression is full of anticipation.

She scoots back on the bedsheets and I lower myself onto the bed. Her legs are already spread for me and I move in between them. I don’t enter her yet, though. First, I kiss her on the mouth—a long, deep, sensual kiss. Then I bend down and suck on her nipples, making her moan for me again.

“Dante,” she groans. “Please. I need you.”