An Angel's Grace

[a_libertine]

Barry's mind reeled at her whispered, "I have never-"

Before he could completely process the thought her mouth was on his again, their tongues dancing languidly from mouth to mouth. He felt Alariel fold and mold herself to him naturally, as if they had been kissing and rubbing together since the beginning of time.

"M-me either," he whispered back in a momentary pause.

His mouth closed on hers hungrily and his tongue thrust into her mouth with a rapacity that almost frightened him. Alariel's hands were on his back and neck, holding him gently in place atop her body. Barry felt his engorged member and knew she had to feel it to, as it was firmly wedged between his stomach and hers.

As Alariel writhed momentarily under him with a moan escaping her mouth to his, a shudder bloomed through his body centered at his penis.

His hand moved down her shoulder and to her breast. His whole world tilted and whirled as he squeezed it gently. Another moan filled the room, Barry was unsure if it was his or hers, as he felt her nipple harden in the palm of his hand.

Barry raised himself up to his knees between her legs and he looked down out her. "M-may I take your dress off?" he asked.

 

[Talathiel]

The revelation that he was just as inexperienced as she was surprised Alariel, but also calmed her insecurities. She seemed to relax slightly, melting against him and into their kiss. The hunger she could feel in his kiss as he thrust his tongue back into her mouth took her by surprise, but it was not unwelcome. Somehow, she was able to tell, just from that gesture, that she was not alone in her overwhelming desire and need. A fact that was only highlighted by the realization that she could feel his hardened member pressed against her stomach. Despite her best efforts, she squirmed beneath him, moaning softly, a sound that was foreign to her own ears.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hand slid from her shoulder to her chest, taking hold of her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. She was sure she moaned again and certain that she had arched her back just slightly, pressing herself up into his touch. A small shudder danced over her spine and her nipple hardened against his palm. She was almost disappointed when she felt him break the kiss and move away from her, raising herself onto her elbows a little way to look at him.

Alariel couldn’t help the anxiety that sparked within her at the idea of removing her dress, knowing that to do so would leave her bare, her skin open to his gaze without any sort of obstruction. It was a reaction born of habit rather than a fear of the situation, however, and before she really had a chance to notice she was nodding gently, eyes locked with his. She wanted to feel him against her, without the limitations of fabric, wanted to give herself to him completely and prove that she had no intention of leaving. She surprised herself then, helping him as his hands found the material of the dress, lifting her hips slightly and then her torso in an effort to free the dress from underneath her. With the garment discarded she shivered slightly, though she was not sure if it was due to the rush of air over her skin or the idea of being naked under his gaze. Perhaps a bit of both. Yet again she found herself blushing, but she tried to ignore that, mildly annoyed at the modesty she seemed unable to shake. Chewing her bottom lip slightly, Alariel lifted her hands until her fingertips found their way under the hem of his shirt a little way, teasing his skin absently as her eyes sought permission to lift the fabric away.

 

[a_libertine]

Barry knelt there above Alariel in shocked amazement. He had thought previously that only airbrushed women in a magazine we so beautiful. She was absolutely flawless from head to toe except for the wound that had been delivered to her.

Her skin was porcelain smooth, yet carried a light golden tan through out her body. Her breasts were slightly larger than a grapefruit and though gravity carried them slightly to the sides, he could tell her areola were impossibly centered and round, slightly larger than a quarter. The nipples were centered in that darker pink area, and appeared to be the diameter of a cigarette butt, and perhaps half its length. A moment of sudden realization at the psychological impact of smoking dawn in his mind, and was quickly repressed as irrelevant.

His mouth alternately dried up and watered as they trailed down her body to her stomach and the regions below. Alariel had a thin sliver of hair on her pubic mound, perhaps the width of two of her fingers, and she was smooth outside of that sliver. Her legs were long and graceful, rippling with powerful muscles each time her body shivered, whether from cold or anticipation he could not tell.

He felt her hand under the fabric of his thin shirt, the ripples of pleasure from her finger tips moved like the waves from a stone thrown into a pond through out his body. Her eyes had a questioning look, seeking permission to remove his clothes as he had removed hers.

Fear and anticipation, mixed with a more than healthy dose of embarrassment, coursed through him. How could he compare physically he wondered. She was perfect and surely the other angels in heaven were just as perfect, her standards had to be so much higher than he could ever hope to achieve.

Hesitantly, Barry nodded his head, and felt immediate troughs of lava like pleasure roar through his body as her fingers skimmed along his skin removing the shirt. Her eyes were locked onto his eyes as she tossed the shirt lightly to the side and smoothed her hands across his chest and down his stomach until she came to his jeans. Alariel sat up giving her better position to remove his pants and he could feel her hands trembling as much as his had been as she tugged at the button, failing the first two or three attempts.

At last she yanked it open, and pulles the zipper down. The absolute relief his cock felt at being freed from its cage rippled through him, as it sprang free from its confines, to point out across the space between them, nearly hitting her in the forehead as it bobbed up and down from gravity and momentum.

He looked at Alariel and she at him, the purple head of his cock in both of their fields of view. "W-will He forgive me?" Barry asked.

He thought he saw her nod as he flicked the lights off. He looked back at her, and she glowed. It was about half the strength of a candle, yet so much warmer. "Y-you are so beautiful," he whispered half to himself.

 

[Talathiel]

She could almost feel his eyes dragging over her as he took in every inch of her form, a small tingle seemed to follow them, over her breasts, her stomach, her legs, but it all seemed to accumulate in that sweet spot between her thighs. Alariel moved slightly, drawing her left leg up a little, bent at the knee and pressed close to her right, an attempt at ignoring the spreading damp and desire, though success was limited.

She could see the hesitancy in his eyes as he nodded and gave him a soft smile in an effort to calm his insecurities. She was not seeking perfection, she did not want someone who could have been chiseled out of marble by one of the great artists. She wanted him. Nudity had not been entirely uncommon among her kin, and they were a beautiful race to be sure, but Alariel had never looked at them in the way that she now looked upon Barry, never felt about them the way she felt about him. Her expectations were nothing for him to fear. Before he could take the time to concentrate on his doubts, she pushed her hands higher, lifting the shirt up over his skin and finally away from his body. Her sapphire eyes locked with his again, soft hands gliding over his now exposed torso until they found his jeans. She was forced, then, to break her eyes away from his and move, pushing herself to sit up again.

She had hoped that the tremble in her hands, as much anticipation as anxiety, would not be noticeable, but as her slender fingers found their way to the button of his jeans it became obvious and problematic. Alariel's attempts at releasing the button failed as her fingers fumbled and she felt a little silly, slightly useless, at being defeated by something so simple. She tried for a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself and tried again, finally feeling the button pop free. The zipper gave her no trouble, a small mercy after her fumbles with the button, and finally she had freed his rigid cock of its confines. She looked away for the briefest of heartbeats, as if etiquette and decency dictated that she avert her eyes, but they quickly returned when she realized the nonsense of the action. It was the closest she'd ever been to a naked man, let alone a naked man's stiff member and she couldn't help but be curious, and even slightly alarmed, at what she saw. After a moment, she lifted her gaze to lock with Barry's once more, surprised by the words he spoke, asking of forgiveness.

Human preachings did not lie about how forgiving He was. She gave a small nod, wondering briefly if she would be forgiven too, though she knew better than to allow herself to worry about that at a time like this. They'd already crossed the point of no return here, it was too late to go back now. Not that she truly wanted to. "He will." She replied quietly, startled as she found herself questioning how this could be something that would need to be forgiven. She knew better than to question what she'd been taught all her life, didn't she? She watched him as he flicked off the lights, suddenly realizing in the semi-darkness the extent of the glow that still hovered over her skin. Though not glaring, she couldn't deny that it was obvious. She felt apprehension creep over her as she worried about the reaction he might have to this all too obvious reminder of what she was or had been, worried that maybe this was a bit much for him to deal with. All that fell away, however, when she heard his gentle whisper. The tension in her muscles released slowly and she relaxed, forcing herself to stop worrying and thinking the worst. She knew that he had accepted what she had told him as the truth, that he would have expected some faint light to dance across her skin. The chances he would suddenly recoil and no longer want her simply because he'd flipped a switch were slim.

She shifted slightly where she sat, leaning forward to run her hands from his shoulders and down his chest again, slowly this time, eyes following, as if trying to commit every line, every dip, every tiny flaw to memory. Her hands slowed further and finally stopped when they'd reached his hips, a breeze of uncertainty sweeping through her for a moment. One hand fell away to her side, the other slid lower still upon his body until her fingertips grazed lightly over the length of his cock almost curiously. Her eyes flicked up to his face again as she realized what she'd done, searching for any disapproval or a need to apologize and tear her hand away. Had that been too forward? She wasn't sure what he expected, what he liked, but she was more than willing to learn. As she watched him, it was as if her fingers moved of their own accord, trailing back again from the purple head to the thick base, her touch still feather light.

 

[a_libertine]

A tremor of pleasure rippled through Barry as Alariel's fingers trailed up and down his length with the gentlest touch he could ever recall, and his eyes rolled back a a groan of pleasure rolled from him, and filled the small apartment. He could feel his staff quiver up and down with her touch and all thought fled him.

He had wanted to ask if He would forgive Alariel, but that hand short circuited any thought he might have been able to form. He leaned forward, all strength being funneled into his penis and placed his hands on Alariel's thighs as his head slung low, another moan escaping him as he felt her lips brush along his forehead.

Straightening up and sitting on his heels, Barry looked at her and reached tentatively between her legs, running a finger along her soaking wet slit. As his finger moved up and down, Alariel opened like a flower. He noticed that Alariel shivered when he reached near the top of her slit, and focused his attention on the little nub that had appeared there.

"P-please wr-wrap your hand around it," he whispered, his voice full of passionate need.

As her hand softly formed an "O" around him, barely touching his shaft, Barry shifted. He sat flat on his butt, his legs arched over her legs, his feet by her hips. Each were wide open for the other, absolutely nothing could be hidden. Her hands trailed up and down his length, barely touching him, which sent shivers roaring through him like a white water rapids.

Barry leaned forward ever so slightly and massaged Alariel's nub between his finger and thumb. A gasp exploded from her, and Alariel's hand clamped down on his shaft, near the top.

His body convulsed at the sudden change in sensation, and his balls erupted, firing his seed at Alariel, the first salvo splashing between her breasts.