An Hour of Cloud Nine (1)

His lips covered my mouth perfectly. He pushed me down with his wings covering the whole bed. His hands trailed down to my neck and then down to my shirt. It just hit me on the head that I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, that I had not showered since.

“Michael, wa–“

“You can’t take back your words, Arianna,” he breathed out the words to my mouth. Then he pulled my shirt from my head in one movement. He did not waste any time before he shifted my bra, revealing my bare chest.

Michael straightened his back a little so that he could look down on me. His cold eyes observing my naked chest.

I was somehow embarrassed when he only looked at me like that. “Don’t look at me like th–“

He hunched down and covered my mouth quickly with his lips again. “You are not ordering me around in bed, Arianna,” he said. One of his hands grabbed my breast and I gasped. But he did not allow me to take a breather, not even a single second when he assaulted my mouth with his lips. He sucked my lips and put his tongue inside.

Michael bit my lower lip and I could not help but moan. His kisses traveled to my neck. He sucked on the skin just above my collar bone while pinching my nipple hard.

“Shit!”

His mouth came lower and lower until it found my other breast. His mouth cupped my nipple perfectly. And holly molly, his tongue… goddamnit! I could not even form the right words to describe the feeling. He grazed his teeth on my areola while playing my other breast with his fingers. Then he bit and pinch both of my nipples at the same time.

“Haa! Michael!”

He kept going, making me arch my back. My hands gripping the bed sheet hard.

Michael finally released the bite, he licked my nipple as if to soothe the pain. He also massaged my other breast that he had pinched before.

All the while, I was collecting my breath again.

“I like your moans,” he said. “I like seeing your mouth parted like that.”

I sat up slowly. Using my body, I turned his body so that I would be sitting on his lap. His wings fluttered in the air but then it made a perfect circle with me inside it yet again. When I sat down, I could feel him being hard underneath me.

My hands reached to his shoulders. He truly had wonderful arms and his skin was so hot. I traveled down my hands to his chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath. His chest was sculpted to perfection. And his abs… were gorgeous. I saw that our skin was really contrasting each other and somehow, that made me more aroused.

My hands went lower until I reached his pants. I peeked into his eyes as if asking permission if I can open those pants. He nodded so I tucked those checkered-pants down.

“You have a unique taste for a pajama,” I said.

When the pants went down, his manhood immediately stood up in front of me. It shocked me at first. “You don’t wear underwear?” I asked.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Tch.” Then he grabbed my hair and pushed my face towards his shaft. “Just suck my angelic dick, woman.”

I would not lie, I liked being dominated in bed. Perhaps because of my experience with Alexander that I liked being… rough-handled in bed. Though I do not enjoy being face-slapped or overly tortured until I am black and blue. But hair-grabbing and ordering me around… it actually turns me on.

I started with my tongue, licking the tip of his shaft. Then I traveled my tongue to the lower part of his shaft. I repeated the gesture over and over. Before I finally put his whole manhood in my mouth.

*Beelzebub… His is the hugest –wait, that’s not a word. The biggest penis I have ever met!*, I said in my mind.

Even my mouth could only cover a third of his manhood. And by then, I could already feel the tip on the back of my throat.

“Oh… your mouth is so good,” he said. His hand on my hair started pushing my face to his crotch. I had no other choice but to keep sucking his big shaft. I used my hands to massage the lower part that would not go into my mouth. He was really hard.

Soon, he started moving his hips to my face. And his hand kept on pressing my head. Before long, I found his shaft reaching so deep to my throat that I began to gag. But he did not stop his movement. Instead, after few deep strokes, he stayed in that deep position. I swear I saw his eyes lit up when he saw me gagging breathlessly with his cock in my mouth.

He would only take out his manhood after I felt tears in my eyes. I coughed and my saliva drenching out of my mouth. My eyes stung with tears.

But I could feel myself wetter.

“Take off your pants.”

I did as he said. Yet when I wanted to take off my underwear, he prevented me. “Leave it,” he said. Then he directed my knees to cage him. I wanted to sit down yet he kept me in a kneeling position.

He slipped one finger inside me, disregarding my polka dot panties. “Nice choice of underwear,” he mocked me. I was moaning because of his finger. My chest was slightly arched and he took the chance to suck my breast yet again.

His finger started to do stuff to my flower, while his tongue was toying my nipple. My head rolled back. I was watching the white ceiling. There was a unique chandelier with poles made out of iron. It was a peculiar-looking chandelier. At other times, I would have wondered about that unique lamp but at that time, my mind was already melting as Michael’s hand ravaged my flower.

He put in another finger and increased his movement. I could feel my thighs clenching as I gripped his shoulders for support.

Then he put another finger. “Shit!”

His other hand moved my panties to uncover my woman garden. “Oh, you shave,” he said. I wanted to say, ‘It’s a habit Alexander made me,’ but my mouth was busy moaning because of his fingers.

Suddenly, he rubbed my clit with his other hand. Three fingers pumping my inside and one thumb playing my sensitive spot.

Then he pinched my clit.

“Ah!” I moaned. My head rolled back even further. “Shit… Michael!” His three fingers moved faster and faster.

I felt my body shaking as I rode the wave of pleasure. My stomach clenching and I could feel my insides twitching around his fingers. My love juices pouring out to my thighs.

After the wave ended, I felt so out of energy that I half leaned on his toned body. He took out his fingers from me and squished my butt cheeks. “You did great,” he said.

“Do you want more?” His eyes were twinkling with mischief, “We still have another half an hour.”

“More?”

Suddenly, his wings opened up to the air. Before I could make sense of anything, he hugged my butt and waist. And in a blink of an eye, we were already flying in the air.

Instinctively, I hugged his neck, afraid that I would fall. I saw some of his white silvery feathers plucked out of his wings and fell to the bed and floor. He kept flapping his wings in a rhythm to keep us midair.

“Grab it,” he ordered. I followed his gaze to the iron bars on the chandelier. My body moved on its own as my hands gripped the bars.

He positioned his hands below my knees. My body fell slightly and I tightened my grip on the bars. Feeling my butt exposed to the air, I quickly said, “Don’t drop me.”

He grunted. “I did say you are not ordering me around in bed… I guess this doesn’t count as a bed. So, fair enough.”

Then he added, “Even if you didn’t order me, I wouldn’t drop you, Arianna. Ready?”

*Ready for what?*, I thought.

He ground his manhood, caressing my flower over and over, lubricating his manhood with my juices.

*Oh, that…*