@deathanqel [ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver. ( charlie )
her senses were completely overpowered by him. inhaling filled her lungs with the smell of pine and cool rain. a scent charlie had unconsciously begun to find comforting recently. so much so she began searching for it in perfume and candle shops. those magnificent wings of his arched over her, caging the two together. every now and then the soft feathers would caress her bare skin, tempting her to reach out and touch them; to know what they would feel like slipping between her fingers. no matter how beautiful they are, she currently finds them a nuisance.
she wanted to look at the wall or the ceiling, anywhere but at him so she could pretend he was someone else. as if that would lessen the guilt she feels for letting their dynamic shift to this. closing her eyes wasn’t an option either, every time she made an attempt he would stop and chastise her in his velvet smooth voice; keep your eyes on me or this ends now. despite the guilt eating away at her, charlie didn’t want azrael to stop so she obeyed.
his hands clutched her thighs hard enough to leave bruises; she hoped it would that way she can have a reminder of him during the days they don’t see each other. his eyes stay locked on hers as his tongue laps against her slit when he’s sure she won’t look away this time. the seering warmth against her again causes a strangled sound to come from her. her hands grip the bed sheets tightly, willing herself to not grab the back of his head and push him even closer against her cunt. she refused to give him that satisfaction.
a blush stains her cheeks as she watches the way he feasts on her, desire shines in his eyes and she wonders if hers appear the same. she swears there’s a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. then he delves deeper and charlie squirms, a high pitched moan eliciting from her mouth. waves of pleasure wash over as her orgasm builds. azrael continues indulging in her, as if she can’t get enough of her. his tongue moving to her swollen clit every once and again, never enough to satisfy her. she’s so close to unraveling she can’t take it anymore. something between a whimper and a whine comes out of her. “..more, please az. more…”
still being stubborn, her grip remains on the sheets, but she does grind herself against his face. his hands move to her hips then, grabbing them roughly and holding her down. a full on whine comes from her this time and she sees the smug look on his face that only agitates her further. his thumb presses down on her clit with just the right amount of pressure, circling it. her pleasure had built up into a grand wave, seconds from crashing down. charlie embraced it, tilting her head back to allow it to wash over her.
her eyes fly open and the angel between her legs had vanished. a blanket is over her, a slick sweat coats her, and her chest is heaving as she pants. in a daze she sits up and looks around, she’s in her room…in the hotel…alone. a look out the window tells her it’s still evening, the clock on her nightstand reading 3:45 am. “fuck,” she whispers to herself. her panties were soaked and she was completely unsatisfied. how could a dream be so vivid and feel so real? why out of everyone was she having sex dreams about azrael, the two could barely hold a conversation without bickering.
she falls back onto her pillow and groans, his face was burned in her mind along with that look in his eyes and the feeling of his tongue. maybe she had gone mad, but she let the guilt weigh heavily on her as she slipped her hand into the band of her underwear and replayed her dream until she came undone.
