Stolen AngelBy: Lucy Leroux
It had been working this morning. And just after lunch.
Eva shrugged nonchalantly. “Since I broke it.”
“How did that happen?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.
“It wasn’t easy. Took forever to take apart without the proper tools,” she said with a perfectly straight face.
She grabbed the pillow from his hands and tossed it away. Breathing heavily, Sergei fisted his hands at his sides.
“Angel stop,” he said in a near panic as Eva pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He inhaled deeply, and her clean soap scent hit him, triggering a chain reaction that had him hardening like steel. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered urgently.
“Sergei, this is okay. The doctor said so. And so did the one I saw for a second opinion. And the one after that for the third opinion you insisted I get,” she said, stroking his face gently before kissing him softly. “I’m all right now. I know you are worried about me, but I’m perfectly fine, and I miss being with you.”
She stroked his chest with her hands and rocked forward, her silky panties teasing his rock hard erection.
Sergei’s paper-thin resistance crumbled, and he grabbed her with both hands, flipping them over until he was on top. With frantic hands, he tore at her bra and panties until they were lying in shreds at their sides.
Eva tried to work him out of his clothes at the same time, but he had the advantage, and all she could do was work a few buttons of his shirt open. He took over, tearing at his pants until he was free.
Sergei groaned as the head of his cock made contact with Eva’s softness. With a herculean effort, he stopped to look down into her flushed eager face. Too overcome to notice he had stopped, she tried to make them come together with a wanton little move of her hips. Muscles corded in his neck, Sergei pinned her hands down with his own.
“Angel if this is painful, if you feel any discomfort at all, stop me. You’re my whole world,” he said urgently. “You and our son.”
Eva put both of her hands on either side of his face while looking into his eyes gravely. “I love you, too,” she whispered.
The relief and rush of emotion were almost painful in their intensity. Inexplicably, he felt like crying, but Eva moved underneath him and his lust took over. With excruciating slowness, he pushed inside, giving her every opportunity to stop him.
Instead, she urged him closer by wrapping her legs and arms around him until he was flush against her. He tried to hold still to give her time to adjust but, despite the fact she was pinned beneath him, she twisted and writhed until they were rocking together in concert.
“You had a baby, you’re not supposed to be this tight,” he groaned, making her laugh wickedly before she flexed around him, squeezing him so hard it hurt.
He retaliated by moving faster and harder. His faster strokes made the heat rise too quickly, but it was all right, because Eva was right there with him. Shifting positions so that she was on top and in control, he focused on giving her everything he had.
His hands roamed over her body while his mouth tasted and licked from her lips to her breasts. Above him she rocked, twisting up until just the tip of him was still inside before sinking back down. The pulsing pleasure nearly blinded him.
“Eva, I can’t wait,” Sergei whispered urgently as his cock began to jerk inside her.
He was helpless to stop his release. With a little cry, Eva ground down on him, her orgasm triggered by his own. She rode him through the last of the spasms before collapsing on his chest. Burying his hands in her hair, he held her tight as their breathing calmed and their bodies cooled.
It was a very long time before he was able to speak. “I do love you. More than anything,” he whispered, aware he hadn’t actually said the words out loud yet.
But Eva had already fallen asleep, lying on top of him.
That was all right though. He could tell her again tomorrow.