An Unexpected Romance

Chapter 9

Ava

It was a quick drive to Angels apartment, most likely because he sped through every orange light that was verging red. His urgency was sweet, I’ve never had a man want me or make me want them as much as Angel does. Just talking to him has my belly doing somersaults, and brings the biggest smile to my face. Despite this I cannot get rid of the nagging feeling reminding me how my parents disapprove of him, and warned me in fact to stay away. Shaking my head internally I focus my hardest on staying in the moment, something that for me is not an easy task. Angel pulls into the underground garage and I smile at him as he puts a hand on my thigh rubbing his thumb in firm strokes. He really is as good looking as the photo Ivy showed me the day before the ball, perhaps even more. From the side you can see his long dark eyelashes and the smooth line of his nose, his facial hair stubble, something I usually deem messy but he pulls it off with such ease. I feel embarrassed for judging him as harshly as I did from the photo alone, he is nothing like the press portrayed him or even I assumed, he is intriguing and caring and every layer I unwrap I like him more and more.

Once parked Angel turns to me a wide grin on his face,

“Ready?” he smirks, holding my eye contact so intensely that I look away before nodding. Letting go he climbs out and before I can even undo my belt my door is already open with Angel waiting on the other side, his large hand outstretched towards me.

“My lady” he chuckles as he helps me out of the car, closing the door quickly behind me. We walk towards the lift and Angel pulls me to him, snaking an arm around my lower back. Leaning into his touch, I smile lightly and rest my head on his upper arm. I breathe deep, inhaling his heady scent that is becoming so familiar and comforting to me, the butterflies still fluttering in my tummy making my face flush. Pressing the button, the doors open revealing the most spacious lifts I've ever seen, he leads me in only stopping to push the button for the penthouse. Once the lift door shuts Angel puts a finger under my chin and turns my face towards him, our eyes meet and instantly he leans down taking my lips. My mouth instantly softens under his as he begins teasing my lips with his tongue until I grant him access- our tongues dancing passionately round each other. Before I know it he has backed me against the lift wall and his hands stroke down my waist to my hips pulling me in. I moan audibly into his mouth and feel him smile against me as he releases a low chuckle. When the doors open on the top floor he pulls away and grasps my hand tightly leading me down the hall to the only door on this floor.

Unlocking the door he pulls me into the dark hallway before closing it quickly with a slam. Angel wastes no time pulling me back against him and continuing the assault on my mouth. My legs quiver with excitement, all sense of the outside world becoming non-existent. All I can think of is Angel, and his hands touching my body. He travels his kisses from mouth down my jaw to my neck, kissing the sweet spot that makes me squirm and moan for him. I push his blazer off his shoulders and using his tie I pull him closer to me as I back myself up until I hit a small table.

“Ava” he growls as my hands lightly rub over the growing bulge in his trousers, his hands cup my arse and lifts me onto the surface pulling up my dress in the process. His heavy breathing is warm on my face as he watches my expression change to desperate need as he lightly runs his finger down my folds causing my breath to hitch. Angel's eyes darken and he groans once he realises I followed his instructions from earlier, 

“Such a good girl,” he says. 

His eyes glint with desire as he teases me with his fingers, circling my c**t agonisingly slow. His other hand cups my breast, and thumbs my hard tip through my thin dress. I cry out, arching my back my body desperate for him,

“Angel” I whimper through shallow breaths “Please” 

“Please?” he teases leaning forward, slowly trailing kisses down my neck again. Feeling too shy to tell him I try to move his hand myself to show him what i need, however this makes his hand still before he uncups my breast and pins my hand onto the table roughly,

“You have to tell me” he smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. His other hand that has now ceased any movement still hovers on my c**t, making me throb for his touch. Angel watches me patiently, before placing a light encouraging kiss to my lips. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and reply in a small voice

“Please make me c*m”

In an instant his touch continues, faster than before and when I open my eyes he is smiling widely at me as a gasp escapes my lips. Readjusting his hand, his thumb continues to rub my c**t as two fingers circle my entrance lightly before pushing all the way in. I throw my head back at the new feeling and cry out  in pleasure as well as relief. My body starts to tense as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my peak. Almost like he senses this, Angel’s speed increases and his mouth is back on mine as he swallows my moans into him.

“You are so sexy” Angel mumbles to me between kisses, 

I finally fall clenching around his fingers, my thighs and hips convulsing as waves of pleasure pulse through me while I cry out his name. 

When I open my eyes again Angel is watching me, his blue eyes filled with lust and something else,

“I love watching you come undone” he mumbles tucking a strand of hair behind my ear gently “You are so incredibly beautiful”

Leaning in he kisses me, this time slower and less dominant. I smile as he runs his tongue against my bottom lip before tangling it gently with mine. I pull away as Angel looks at me questionably

“Take off your clothes” my voice breathless, “I want to see you”

His gaze burns into mine, and he smiles a lopsided grin at my bold request. He unbuttons his shirt in an inhuman amount of time, shrugging it off his shoulders revealing his lean tanned muscles. His trousers and boxers receive the same unceremonious treatment, my breath catching when I finally see how hard he is for me, his c**k thick and long.

“Shall I do a spin?” Angel asks, his voice half filled with amusement and the other half lust.

My eyes go wide with embarrassment as I realise I'd been staring. I look at my feet, my face hot and flushed. Angel's finger pulls up under my chin bringing myself to look at him, stepping in between my legs he cups my cheek before kissing me hard. I return the kiss with all the need and longing that I can, clenching the slick flesh that begins to pool between my legs again. I wrap my legs around him pulling closer so his c**k bumps against me causing him to make a sound low in his throat, something between a hum and growl. His gaze is hot on me and I can hardly draw in any air - completely intoxicated in this moment with Angel. 

“Darling grip onto the table” he says,his request is made between heavy breaths, but I nod as I do as he instructs. His hands rest on my knees as he pushes my legs further apart and lines himself up. He catches my gaze before he thrusts into me in one movement, causing us to both moan in sync. Taking my mouth into a drugging kiss he starts to move slowly, rocking inside me. Both of us are so eager and ready that it feels as natural a breathing. I grip the table hard as the tempo increases, utterly unraveled and so needy for him. Nothing I have ever experienced, feels as right and perfect as this moment with Angel. The base of my spine tingles, along with my sensitive flesh. I gasp as Angel runs a finger over my c**t and thumbs it, my back arching slightly as I feel myself tighten around him as I c*m sobbing Angel's name. 

His lips crush mine, his hand gripping my thigh, a deep growl escapes Angel's throat as he thrusts into me one last time before giving into his release.

He places both hands on the wall either side of my head, his forehead resting on mine as our heavy breathing mingles. Angel’s eyes are closed and sweat beads on his forehead leaving a trail as it runs down the side of his face. Every moment I spend with him feels like a fantastic sexually charged dream, because for me this doesn't happen. I was starting to believe that like my parents I would fall into a mutually beneficial marriage, if I was lucky perhaps one where I at least find my husband attractive or nice. Except this is one hundred percent real, and this man was right in front of me, wanting me as much as i want him.

Once our breathing returns to normal Angel pushes off me, quickly planting a soft kiss to my lips before he finds his grey boxers and pulls them on. I slowly ease off the table I have been sat on, my arse half numb and I shiver realising how cold it is without him pressed against me.

“Here” Angel scoops his white shirt off the floor and wraps it round me as i put my arms through not bothering to button it up

“Thank you” I smile

“Come this way” Angel murmurs, taking my hand he pulls me down the hallway before we enter into a large living- diner room. The carpet is a pale cream, and the grey walls hold a few paintings in black frames. Angel doesn't seem to have much furniture apart from an L-shaped grey sofa that faces a giant TV and  a coffee coloured dining room table that is big enough to fit eight but hardly looks used. I gasp as I take in the view opposite me, the whole far wall is glass windows from floor to ceiling which is at least another floor above. Angel turns to grin at me,

“The view is what sold me the place, ” 

I nod in agreement before remembering that I'm still half naked. I awkwardly try to pull the shirt together with my one free hand and Angel chuckles

“Don’t worry, it's a privacy glass. Nobody can see inside “

I relax slightly as he continues to pull me to the right and across the room to a set of clear glass steps. Following him up we come straight into his bedroom which overlooks the floor below. Just like the previous room it is decorated in a cream and grey with only one black and white painting hung above the king sized bed. He leads me to the large bed with pristine white sheets, and lets go of my hand before disappearing through a double door at the end of the room. I take in the minimalist room, crossing my arms as I make my way over to a large black dresser that has a small frame. Picking it up I see a tattered family photo of a young couple with a small baby. The father had Angels pure blue eyes and bright smiles. The mother had a softness to her face that I have seen Angel resemble on a few occasions. I put it back on the dresser, trying not to pry any further when I hear footsteps from behind me. I turn to see him leaning against the door frame,

“Baths ready” 

“You ran me a bath?”

“I ran us a bath” he winked, his grin so wide that his blue eyes light up.

“Oh” I respond shocked that he would want to do that with me. Something about the gesture seems so much more intimate and sweet,

His smile disappears at my response falling into a nervous frown, “Unless you would rather bath alone”

I shake my head and smile lightly “No, the company would be wonderful”

“Are you sure? I would understand if-”

Crossing the room I lean up on my tip toes and kiss Angel’s lips sweetly, cutting his rambling. His lips hesitate before he kisses me back, a hand gently running through my hair. Pulling away i smile up at him, taking his hand into mine and tugging him into the bathroom

“Come on”