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Angel of the Morning (17 November 2007)

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 hidden 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.

-----

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 hurt 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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