Deacon lowered his head to taste Angel's lips; they tasted of juicy peach, he thought. She parted her lips to invite his tongue into her mouth. His hands were on her hips, slowly moving upward. He growled as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. The sound permeated into her core. Angel knew then that she genuinely was Deacon's beloved and was sure she wanted to be in his world forever.
His hands under her shirt, lifting it softly to find her breasts. He slowly undid the front clasp of her bra in one swift motion. Her breasts spilled out onto her soft skin. Deacon didn't care that her breasts were not firm like other women, her's were real, and that is what he wanted. Her body was soft and not rock hard like someone who always went to the gym. But, Deacon did love and care for her.
Angel
