Heavenly Angel (27 page)

“What?” she asked.

Joaquin gestured with his chin to the mirror, which Angel retrieved. “We promised you could watch, remember? Come over here.” He patted the center of the king-size bed. “Come lay down and we’ll position the mirror so you can see. You’re gonna love it, sugar.”

She enthusiastically did what he asked, giggling when he chuckled at her eagerness. They propped her up on several of the pillows so she could relax, and Joaquin came to her, stroking his cock, smiling naughtily at her. He probably knew she liked it when he did that.

He leaned to her and kissed her deeply then left a trail of kisses down to her abdomen, stopping at her mound. She whimpered in disappointment until he grinned and slid a finger over her sensitive clit, which sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through her pussy. He parted her lips and teased her mercilessly, stroking her to a feverish pitch until she was begging for him to do something.

Much to her surprise, he lifted her ankles, and nodded at Angel, who held the mirror so she could see. Joaquin got himself in position and asked “Sugar, can you see your pussy?”

Angel shifted the mirror slightly until she could see. “Oh.” She focused on looking at herself in the mirror and felt a tightening inside her pussy. Joaquin placed her feet on his shoulders. In the reflection, she could see her juices glistening on her lips and the opening to her pussy, and she bit her lip, not so secretly loving the sight of it.

Joaquin and Angel smiled at each other and her. “You like it, don’t you, sugar? We love it, too, so wet and pretty. Are you ready?”

Ready
? She could practically
feel
his cock there already.

At her eager nod, he said, “Watch in the mirror.”

Angel held the mirror as Joaquin slid his hot hands slowly down her inner calves and thighs until he reached her lips. He caressed her stroked her clitoris again.

In the mirror, she could see that her juices ran from her opening and slid down into the cleft of her ass, adding a new layer to her sensory overload. She gasped in surprise when Angel reached out a fingertip and caught the moisture and slid his finger to the virgin territory of her rear opening.

She whimpered but never once looked away. While Joaquin continued ministering to her clit, Angel massaged her anal opening.

Angel looked steadily into her eyes and said, “Think you might like us to make love to you here someday?”

“Oh, yes.”

Her pussy and asshole both convulsed at the thought of them taking her that way. There were so many more nerve endings there than she would have thought possible, and he was making contact with
all of them.
The pressure of his fingertip gave her a naughty, lustful feeling in the depths of her belly.

A low moan escaped her as his finger pressed more insistently against the tight ring of muscle at her asshole. The feeling scared her a tiny bit, but she wanted it at the same time. Grace said it would hurt a little at first if they ever breached her there, but she wanted it, all the same. The dual stimulation combined into one lustful, primal need. She wasn’t sure what Angel would do next, and she glanced away from the mirror and looked up at him.

Angel kissed her forehead and murmured, “Relax. Lay your head back so you’re not straining. Just feel for us.” Doing as he asked, she realized how tense she’d become. She relaxed her bottom as the pressure increased a tiny bit and felt her asshole give way slightly. Part of her wanted to clench, but the other part wanted her men to have all of her.

Relaxing against his finger, Teresa moaned in surprise as his finger entered her ass a bit more. She felt the slight pinch, and her breath came in rapid pulses, but she relaxed and allowed him in another tiny degree.

“Trust us. I wouldn’t hurt you for anything.” He stroked in and out repeatedly as the unfamiliar sensation became more pleasurable and the intrusion became a welcomed one. Joaquin stroked her clit, and she realized he’d been giving her time to experience the other sensation. Now combined, it was explosive. Her pussy convulsed, and she moved with them. What would it be like if they were ever to
both
penetrate her. She’d die of pleasure.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Joaquin asked as he stroked her clit with one hand and her inner thigh with the other. Her feet still rested at his shoulders.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Angel’s finger slid a little farther into her bottom as Joaquin slid a finger into her pussy. They began a concerted rhythm with their fingers, one thrusting in while the other pulled almost all the way out. Her juices ran copiously from her pussy, judging by the decadent, wet sounds of their play. It generously lubricated the way for Angel so that eventually he was able to slide in all the way to the top knuckle as she watched. They gradually began moving into her simultaneously, filling her in both places at once, and the pleasure exploded inside her, her orgasm causing her to clamp down on both their hands.

Angel withdrew his finger while she was still flying high, and Joaquin reminded her to watch in the mirror. He positioned his cock’s head at her opening, and she could see how erotically her pussy lips stretched around his thick cock.

The sight of him sliding into her pussy, combined with the pressure at her opening and the rolling aftershocks of her last orgasm, had her ready to come again.

“Oh! Joaquin, I feel another one coming, please. Please!” She was swamped with lust and insanely turned on by the sight of his rigid cock disappearing into her tingling pussy, filling her so magnificently. “Fuck, she’s as tight as a fist,” Joaquin muttered, pressing in farther. Seeing for herself the way his cock slid inside her was a huge turn-on for her, even more so when it reappeared covered in her juices. Her pussy rippled around him as he slid in again.

Angel’s voice sounded tense as he said, “Teresa, can you see how your cream coats his cock? We’ll never forget this first night with you.”

“The first time and for the rest of our lives,” Joaquin whispered. “We’re your slaves now.”

An incoherent moan slipped from her throat as he gained more ground with each thrust, fascinating her with the sight of so much thick, hard flesh sliding inside her yearning pussy. Finally, he was seated to the hilt.

“You amaze me,” she whispered to him and tightened on him as he withdrew and pushed back in.

He gazed at her and said, “I love you, Teresa.” He thrust, groaning intensely. Reveling in the sight of his cock thrusting into her pussy, Teresa thought she felt him grow slightly larger, which set her pussy to clenching. He licked his thumb and reached down to stroke her exposed clit, and the muscles in her pussy tightened down as she spiraled toward her orgasm.

Joaquin pistoned into her, and while she watched, her pussy swelled and tightened more. He stroked her clit in rhythm with his thrusting, and her juices ran from her pussy as the wave overtook her. She cried out as they came simultaneously. His big, swollen cock thrust into her one final time, and Joaquin moaned loudly as he filled her so full of him.

For a second, she thought of them someday coming inside of her without a condom and making a baby. A baby that they would love as fiercely as they loved her and Michael. She imagined her belly filled with either Angel’s or Joaquin’s child. It was so strong an image that she slammed her eyes shut and ground her pussy against him, completely undone by the strength of her orgasm and the power of that image.

Joaquin released her legs and rubbed them before lowering them to either side of his hips. Still joined, he lay down in the cradle her body formed and nuzzled her throat. Looking into her eyes, he kissed her while they caught their breath.

“How do you feel?” Joaquin asked, brushing his lips over her jawbone.

“Heavenly,” she murmured as her eyelids drooped heavily.

“We should help you shower and then tuck you in to sleep. It’s late,” Angel murmured. The fire in the fireplace had died down to smoldering embers but had heated the room nicely.

Joaquin carefully withdrew from her and rose from the bed. “I’ll start the shower while I lose the condom.”

Angel followed him into the bathroom to wash up then returned and lifted her from the bed and carried her into the steamy bathroom. They pinned up her hair, and at their request, she allowed them to bathe her. They were gentle with her tender parts and then rinsed her off and toweled her dry. Angel gave Joaquin her silky nightgown, and he put it on her and brushed out her hair. She brushed her teeth again, and this time Joaquin lifted her and carried her to bed. They tucked her in between them, snuggled close to her, and both kissed her goodnight.

She whispered in the dark, holding onto both of them, “I love you both so much it hurts.”

“But in a good way, right?” Joaquin asked quietly.

“A very good way.”

Chapter Twenty-two

Teresa sat on the couch in Grace’s living room and felt icy goose bumps rise on her arms as she exclaimed in a panic, “You did
what
?”

Her spa day with the girls, while the men moved her belongings from the apartment to the ranch was sounding less like fun and more like torture.

“Honey, it’s not as bad as you think. It’ll be
fun
!” When Grace used that cajoling tone, Teresa knew she might as well give in. But
this
was presuming a lot on a friendship!

“For who?”

“Well,
that
part won’t be fun,” Grace said, her elegant eyebrows knitting in sympathy, “but you’ll enjoy the benefits on your honeymoon, I
promise
. And there’s more to the spa day than getting waxed. We’re all getting massages and facials then we’re getting our nails done.”

Teresa steeled herself. If she was doing this, she was going to at least negotiate for a fair deal from all her so-called friends. “I think if I have to bare my
goodies
and get waxed, everybody else should, too.”

Five faces grinned at her.
Oh crud. That was their plan all along. Now they have me!

“Okay!” Grace giggled, clapping her hands like she was looking forward to it.
Masochist!

“No problem, babe.” Charity snickered, slapping palms with Rachel.

“Heck, I might try a full Brazilian this time.” Rachel said, grinning

“I’m game. I like
neat
,” said Kelly, her eyes twinkling at Teresa.

Corina laughed and gamely said, “Count me in. It’s good to try new things.”

Rosemary patted Teresa’s shoulder in reassurance and wisely said, “Trust me, honey, it’s better than shaving. Your men will love it. I’ll do it, too. I’m due, also.”

Teresa knew they had her. “Ooh! All right! But I’m not going totally bare, Grace. How do we even know Angel and Joaquin will like it?” Before the words were even all out of her mouth, she knew she was grasping at straws now.

The girls all looked at each other and then in unison erupted in raucous, cackling laughter.

Grace giggled and said, “Well, we know because
one of us
, who shall remain
nameless
, may have dropped a hint or two and got a positive response from them. When quizzed about it, they both expressed an interest—“

“Exactly
how
do you quiz two men about what style of waxing they prefer for their bride-to-be?” Teresa demanded, her cheeks in flames.

Sagely, Charity interrupted with her usual irreverent wisdom. “Is that a question you
really
want an answer to, or do you just want to know what they prefer?”

Teresa adored Charity for her ability to see the real issue. “You’re right, Charity. Okay. Give it to me straight. What did they like?” Teresa asked in resignation.

“A triangle, French wax. Bare vulva. Perianal waxing they left up to you. They don’t want you to feel like you have to bare yourself like that to the wax tech the first time.”

Well, how very thoughtful of them!

Teresa started sputtering, “Peri
anal
? Bare myself?
Bare vulva
? I—first time?”
More like only time!

“Do you trust us, honey?” Grace asked gently.

“Of course I do.”

“You’ll get through this, and after it’s over, you are going to wonder why you hadn’t done it sooner, for yourself if not to please them. It’s going to hurt for a few seconds, sting for a few minutes until they’re done, but you’ll take ibuprofen for the pain, powder the offended area, and know it was all worth it the moment your men get a good look at your—“

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

Charity patted her shoulder. “Trust me, honey. It takes weeks to grow back, and I don’t think it hurts as much with subsequent visits. You can work your way up to the perianal, full wax later.”

“No, I think I’m going to go for it. It should feel better after a couple of days, and you’re
all
getting waxed, right? I’m not doing this alone,” she said, looking at all of their faces for confirmation.

Rachel grinned. “Nope, we’re all in.”

Grace got up to retrieve the phone. “I’ll let Madeleine know. Look on the bright side, Teresa. We thought about planning another bachelor-bachelorette party, but it’s been less than a month since the last one, and we figured everybody was still stripper happy.”