When Angels Fall by Melissa Jolley

making him moan, just as she enjoyed making him smile. She encircled his shaft with her hand, stroking him long and slow. He raised his head, looked her in the eye and kissed her hard; his mouth melded with hers his tongue relentless in its exploration. She liked the way he made her feel wanted, even if it was only for this one encounter. She didn’t care; she knew she wanted him, and to hell with what tomorrow might bring. She continued her strokes, varying her speed, her grasp. His hands were at her face, then down her body, over her chest; he lowered his head, encircling the hard nipple of one of her substantial breasts with his mouth, he teased with his tongue and teeth, and now it was her turn to moan. He moved to the other, repeating the pleasure. Each nipple sent a direct line of longing down her body to the tingling warmth between her thighs.
    Wrapping his arm around her waist, he moved determinedly forward, as she staggered backward. His free hand moved to the wall behind her, and she felt fresh warm jets of water pulsating all over her back. He turned her around and she placed both her hands on the wall. The sharp jets of water were aimed perfectly at her breasts and enticed her nipples to pleasure bordering on pain. Alec lowered himself in front of her, his darting tongue teasing her, arousing her further. She was the soft-centered chocolate and he was going to coax every morsel of her delicious liquid center before devouring the rest of her.
    The wave of intense pleasure built, but she swiftly moved away. She didn’t want to come yet; she had to have him inside her.
    She placed a finger under his chin, and he stood, understanding the unspoken command. The jets were now at his back and she lowered herself, taking the long hard shaft into her mouth, her hands at the base, teasing him with her fingers and tongue. She moaned, and a shudder broke through his body.
    Making him moan and shudder was arousing her even more; she had to have him now.
    Sensing they were both near the breaking point, Melody didn’t have time to tell Alec what she wanted before he was lifting her up as easily as a ragdoll.
    Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, she began to lave his neck with her tongue, enjoying the taste of the fresh warm water mixed with his salty skin.
    Lifting her a bit higher before easing her slowly onto his pulsating cock, his hands gripped the pinnacle of her thighs as her breath caught and then released in satisfaction as he entered her. She relished the multiple water flows caressing her skin, thousands of tiny kisses, and the wetness allowing their bodies to glide easily against one another. He moved, placing her back against the wall, and the thrusts became deeper, and even more gratifying, her back sliding against the cool tiles.
    The moment of release neared, but she didn’t want to come yet; it felt too good having him inside her, filling her so completely. She tightened her internal muscles as he slid out and an exquisite agony of loss accosted her body. Unable to hold back any longer, she felt the wave descend again, ready to engulf her, gripping his strong shoulders, crying out, and quivering blissfully, over and over again as his hips continued to rock into hers at ever-increasing speed. Seconds later, Alec pulled her down hard in a final thrust, burying his face at the base of her neck as a rumble of contentment issued from his lips and his body convulsed under hers.
    Melody had no description for the way she felt; it was beyond ecstasy. Alec lifted her gently off him and placed her back on her feet. She felt a bit weak and wasn’t sure whether her legs would actually work, but they held her up, which was all she could ask.
    Melody was conflicted; she knew she wanted to do that again—and only with Alec—no man had ever made her feel like this... whatever this is? Yet, she had made him a promise that she would ask no more than this one, all too brief, encounter.
    “Melody,