Chronicles with an Angel

She took the foil packet and I encouraged her to use it and I continued to finger her. She fumbled with the foil packet, ripping it uneasily, and began to put it on me, before pausing.

Angelica began stroking me and I saw the look of excitement on her as my head and shaft responded to her touch. I felt the reaction that had on her through the rush of moisture that cascaded against my exploring fingers.

She raised a finger from the head of my cock and slid it against her tongue. She smiled and licked her lips, teasing me a little bit more before placing the condom on my cock.

I could stand her teasing, her boldness at this moment, and I worked myself against her to clue her in towards my own desperation for release.

This slight game continued as we moved back into the living room and once she had solidly placed the condom on me, I lowered my head and consumed one of her nipples, my teeth gently grazing it and she nearly leaped into my arms.

With arms firmly against me, I lifted her hips and bottom before kissing her on the lips. She met mine with equal fervor and the gentle hunger of our mouths would soon be pale in comparison to what would happen next.

I couldn't help myself when I slammed Angelica's back against a nearby wall. Her arms would brace the door frames she was sandwiched between and I was able to tilt her hips enough that I was able to enter her, surprisingly with a singular push.

Because of my ease of entry, I was surprised to find out later in the evening that she hadn't had sex in over a year and had never masturbated. I pressed slowly in and out of her at first, to build a steady rhythm, and her arms would alternate between the wall and my back for the next few moments.

I was desperate for release by this time and I called out God's name a few times as I grunted and hissed against her body. Her own face contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, her gaping mouth trying to form a coherent though.

I slowed my thrusts to try and delay the inevitable but I could not. My release was achingly slow and controlled. Everything in my body was telling me to assault her with need but reason still clung on by a thread in my mind and told me she needed tenderness.

When I returned Angelica to her feet, she leaned against the wall to catch her breath and stretch her legs. She told me her body was humming and as I left her, I heard a slow mumble of disappoint.

It was an eternity for me as well, even though it was just seconds. I left her sight for a moment to go into the bedroom. When I returned, she perked up and smiled. When she saw what I possessed in my hand, she tilted her head and said "Really?"

Angelica's head turned from my hand to my manhood. I was still very hard. A talent my wife says she enjoys. I saw the puzzled look on Angelica's face as I was going to put the condom on.

I asked her if I shouldn't. This was uncharted territory for us both and perhaps a moment needed to be taken. We talked about what had just happened. It was unexpected. We talked as we headed to the couch to sit and prepare for deeper conversation.

Angelica said that was very bold. Very exciting. She told me about her sexual past. She apologized for assaulting me earlier and I accepted. We had chalked our sexual encounter up to confusion and raging emotions. She was still a married woman, even if she was unhappy. I was, kind of, still dating her daughter. At least officially. Until she arrived Friday for my decision.

As our naked bodies clung to the fabric of the couch, our body language was loose and relaxed. We shared some laughs and tender moments. We had decided mutually that this was indeed a one time thing and that was it.

We sat on the couch for a moment longer and it was an awkward silence.

She looked at the coffee table, trying to not look at me.

I, on the other hand, could not turn away from her. Two hours ago, I wanted her to be as far away from me as possible.

Now?

That had changed and the coiled up longing in my body was the result of what we had just shared. Whether it was right or wrong, it happened, and I didn't regret it.

Angelica looked at me out of the corner of her eye and slowly her head turn to regard me.

Silence.

I sat in the corner of the couch, angled to face her. She sat a mere foot from where I was. I saw her play with the tablecloth before she turned to look at me.

When she looked at me, the look I saw when I had held her after she cried was there again. Our eyes stayed connected.

I wasn't aware of when Angelica moved towards me or me towards her but as she did so I heard the rip of of a wrapper and small, warm hands on my erection, with renewed vigor the moment our eyes met.

We kissed and I laid a hand on the small of her back as I shifted to accommodate her.

As she lowered herself on my cock, our bodies merged and we kissed hungrily. As she rocked against me, she smiled, mumbled, and arched her head back with the occasional delirious chuckle.

Her hands resting on my shoulders, Angelica would coax an orgasm from me before she would come.

Our mouths were teasing and exploring each other with growing familiarity as I scooped her from my lap to the bedroom, where we would remain the rest of the night into the morning.

We woke up in each other's embrace. I stirred first and rose to fix a glass of orange juice. I wasn't aware that she had rose shortly after I left the bed to stand in the doorway of the kitchen while I slowly tasted and relished every drop of the liquid as it passed my lips.

"This isn't going to be a one or two time thing, is it?" she asked.

I looked at her, with longing in my eyes, and stood silently.

She leaned against the door frame and raised an arm, extended a finger to play with the trim on the frame. She knew she shouldn't have kissed me. She said she knew what that would lead to.

I asked her what about everything that happened in the bedroom.

"Mistakes." she grinned devilishly.

Her eyes turned from the where she was playing on the door frame to regard me.

She sauntered her hips from side to side as she walked to me.

"Mistakes I want to relive over and over until real life forces us to stop."

I laid the glass on the counter and asked her if she was sure.

"No." she shook her head just before she stopped in front of me.

"But you have awakened something within me more powerful than anything I have ever felt."

I took her into my arms, lifted her onto the counter and we made out like teenagers in lust. What began that previous afternoon would continue until early Friday morning. I took her out that night for dinner and returned to my home for dessert. When the sun rose Friday morning, we knew that we had to pull ourselves from each others arms. We showered and fucked again before we cleaned everything up to a pre-sex arrangement.

As she left me, she kissed me on the lips, lingering in the touch and told me thank you. I smiled and told her thank you. I got the sense from her that there was almost physical pain in leaving my side. As she lingered, I found myself reliving every moment with her.

As unbelievable as it seemed to me, it was a stark reality. She would say that I awakened something within her. The truth is that she stirred something within me as well.

Elizabeth pulled up like clockwork at 9 am. Angelica was still standing in my doorway. My soon-to-be ex-girlfriend was both stunned and showed nervousness as both her mother and boyfriend were standing together.

It felt weird to both Angelica and myself to return, momentarily, to a pre-affair state even if to just throw Elizabeth off the scent of our escapades. Somehow her rudeness and callousness was changed, I noticed it, it wasn't sincere and I could see it in her eyes.

Elizabeth was actually glad her mother was there and said they needed to talk. They ended up going out for a mid morning breakfast and after they left for their afternoon together, I went out for a jog.

They say women weaken legs and I needed to rebuild some strength and stamina in mine.

The entire time I jogged, I was unable to stop thinking about the wonderful thirty-nine year old woman I had spent the better part of two days laying naked with. I had to push her to the back of my mind because I knew, or I thought I knew that I would never see her again because my relationship with Elizabeth would be over the moment she came home from that lunch.

Or so I thought. Those are tales for other days.