"Angel of the Morning" (MF rom cheat)
by Souvie
(femNOSPACEecrivain at netdot dot com)
copyright December 2000
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Thanks to Denny for suggesting the song as the
basis for a story. It wasn't what he had in
mind, but sometimes I can't control the muse. Who am
I kidding, I can *never* control my muse. *g* I hope
at least someone out there likes it.
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Angela felt his light touch on the outside of her
arms, tracing the contours, dipping down to glide over
her waist, and back again. He used just the right
amount of pressure; gentle enough to arouse her, but
not too light to tickle. She smiled, and opened her
eyes.
He was leaning over her, looking at her as if he was
a bear, and she the honey. A grin spread across his
handsome face. "It's almost morning, sleepy head."
She stretched, letting the cover slip down and over
her bare breasts. She saw his gaze shift and almost
laughed aloud. He hadn't been joking when he'd said
he was a "breast man".
He brought a hand up and cupped her breast, kneading
it gently. "We still have some time," he said,
arousal flaring in his eyes.
Angela could feel his erection pressing against her
hip. She kept the sadness from her eyes as she
answered him with a kiss.
He moved his lips trailing kisses down her
collarbone, tracing a path to a shapely breast. His
tongue circled the nipple a few times until it was
puckering and asking for more attention. His mouth
latched onto it and he suckled gently.
She moaned, and ran her hands over his shoulders and
across his back, her nails digging in just the
slightest bit.
His attention shifted to her other breast, taking
just as much time and paying just as much attention to
that one. His hand skimmed down over her waist, and
found a resting place between her thighs. She spread
them further apart, to give him easier access to the
treasures there.
Her moans were louder now. She'd never been any good
at keeping her passion hidden. She raised her hips up
and arched her back, revelling in the way he was
making her feel.
"Doug, please, I need you," she said between moans.
Her hands found his hair and tugged his head from her
breast.
His eyes met hers, both reflecting back the passion
they'd ignited in each other. "Already?" He knew how
much she loved foreplay.
"Now, please."
He positioned himself above her, using one hand to
rub his penis up and down her slick pussy. He was
teasing her and she knew it. Her nails dug into his
shoulders, and he slid into her in one smooth stroke.
His groan of delight mingled with hers, and he
started moving, both of them falling into an old,
familiar rythym.
When Angela came, it was all she could do not to
scream her pleasure. She wasn't above some loud
moaning and dirty talk, but the hotel was a new one
and the walls weren't that thick.
Doug stiffened as he reached his release just moments
later, his hips rocking back and forth against hers,
her inner muscles squeezing him tight.
He collapsed on the bed beside her, sweat glistening
on his tanned skin. He gathered Angela close to his
side, burying his face in her hair and inhaling
deeply. She always smelled of lilacs; he was never
able to smell them without thinking of her.
He watched as she fell asleep, wanting to imprint
every last detail on his mind forever.
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The dawn was just peeking in through the curtained
windows when Angela stirred again. She opened her
eyes, and saw him dressing. He walked toward the bed,
a smile on his face but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Angela..."
"You don't have to say it," she interrupted in a soft
voice. "I knew this day was coming, Doug."
He sat down on the edge of the bed by her side. "You
know I love you."
"I know." She laid her hand on top of his. "We've
had three good years together, Doug. Sex, with no
strings attatched, remember?" she said, quoting the
words he'd told her that first night so long ago.
"I just feel guilty..."
"It was I who propositioned you, Doug. There's
nothing to feel guilty about where I'm concerned. I'm
a grown woman, and I wasn't foolish enough to believe
you'd leave Mariel for me." Her smile was sad and
wistful. "I might have dreamed it sometimes, but I
knew it'd never be a reality."
"Will I ever see you again?" There were tears in his
voice, if not his eyes.
"Perhaps. But I think it's for the best if we make a
clean break of it." She'd been in Mariel's postion
before, and call it an attack of conscience, but she
just couldn't carry on being the other woman a day
longer. No matter how much it to say goodbye.
"I can give you a ride home if you'd like." He hated
the way he sounded so formal now.
She shook her head. "I'll be fine." Her words
implied more than just finding a ride home.
He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. His
hand gently cupped her cheek. "You'll always be my
angel. So delicate and ethereal in the morning
light. My angel of the morning."
His hand dropped away as he turned and left, never
glancing back. Only then did Angela give in to the
hurt. The soft light of a new day framed the tears
that ran silently down her cheeks.
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