Chapter 72: Alex and Rachel, together at last...

"This is happening really fast," Alex said with a grin. Their voices in the elevator were hushed. Their body language, however, could not have been louder.

Luckily, the older couple that had shared the elevator with them from the lobby had gotten out at a lower floor, allowing Alex and his angel to wrap themselves around one another again.

"No," Rachel smiled. She had both her arms around his shoulders, her head tilted up a bit to look in his eyes while her fingers ran through his hair. "This has been a long time coming."

"Maybe for you. You've been stalking me for days."

She shook her head slowly. "I've wanted someone to look at me and hold me the way you do since before the Tower fell. And I only wish I could explain, but you deserve this kind of happiness more than you know."

He smirked, then turned his head so he wouldn't be laughing directly in her face. "What?" she asked.

"You have to keep all these secrets from mortals, but you just dropped a Tower of Babel reference on me like you were there for it."

Her smile became sweetly irritated. "I didn't tell you whether or not it was metaphorical or literal, jackass," she said before planting a kiss on him that made him stop laughing. They were locked in it until the elevator stopped moving and the doors opened. Alex didn't actually notice. Rachel had to be the one to break it off as she walked out of the elevator wigglingher ass as she moved. "But yes, I was there since you inquired."

At the door to the room, though, she stopped. A deep, unsure breath came in and out of her. "What's wrong?" Alex asked.

"I'm being so selfish," she said quietly, closing her eyes for a moment in frustration. She looked up at him. "I'm rushing you. For fuck's sake, I've totally thrown myself at you when you're in no condition to resist that sort of thing. Not when you've got Lorelei doing all she can to encourage you to make every decision with your cock, and your life is total emotional turmoil. Alex, I'm crazy about you, I really am, but I didn't want to—"

He kissed her. Once again, she melted into his arms. The only sounds in the hallway were those of breathing, of kissing, and of the rustling of clothes against one another.

"I'm not the only one here who deserves to be loved," Alex said finally.

Rachel's eyes fluttered open. She held his gaze, but at the same time seemed as if she was suddenly dizzy. Her body felt almost limp in his arms but also almost weightless. "You..." she blinked. "Do you mean loved like physically or—?"

"I love you, Rachel."

She seemed stunned. Her eyes just stared at him. Her mouth made small twitches, as if she were continually about to say something but couldn't. Finally, she got something out: "Wow."

"It's crazy and it's too soon and I don't care. I love you. I want to be with you." He spoke with a calm, humble certainty that went beyond mere confidence.

Her stare continued. "Open the door," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. He pulled out the key card and slipped it into the door. The shift in his attention helped Rachel regain her composure. Rachel waited for him to open the door for her, then tugged on his leather jacket as she moved in past him. "'Gosh golly, Rachel, when are you going to realize I'm totally boring and not sexy at all?'" she mused in a voice of wry amazement.

Alex smiled as she stepped inside. He threw on the light switches before he followed her. She walked a few paces into the room before stopping. It wasn't until the door closed behind them and he threw the deadbolt that she turned.

Rachel's eyes were on his as her hands went to the shoulders of her simple white dress. Without pause, she pulled the fabric down over her shoulders. There was no deliberate teasing, no gyrating or sultry swaying to music. Rachel moved only slow enough that Alex could watch as she pushed her dress down along her skin until it was in a pool at her feet.

Every thought or worry Alex had about comparisons between Rachel and Lorelei evaporated in that moment. There would never be a "better" or "worse" where either woman was concerned. Rachel was an inch or two shorter, a decade or so younger in appearance, and slightly more slender and lithe where Lorelei was slightly more voluptuous and alluring. Lorelei's beauty was poised, sultry and mysterious where Rachel was bright and vibrant. There was no primacy to be found, or even considered. There was no "more beautiful" or "less sexy."

One was an angel. One was a demon. They were both achingly beautiful, and they both owned his heart.

"I thought I was happy a minute ago," Rachel smiled. "But if you're going to keep looking at me like that, I may have to go nude for you anytime we're alone."

"I love you, Rachel," Alex breathed. It was the only thing he could think to say.

She came close to him, bathing in his awestruck stare. Rachel pulled his jacket off of his shoulders and tossed it onto a plush chair nearby. He couldn't do much more than look at her while she smiled back in appreciation. She bent at the knees. "Lift up your foot," she said. He couldn't think of disobeying. She pulled off his sneaker and his sock, and then repeated the moment with the other.

Rachel rose again. Her hands went to his belt buckle. "Never thought I'd be so happy to have a guy unable to take his eyes off my breasts," she said.

"Their amazing," Alex thought out loud.

She moved her face forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. Before he knew it, the buckle was undone and she was unbuttoning his black shirt. When his hands slowly rose to her hips, she inhaled sharply and deeply but didn't stop undressing him. His hands slid upward, mapping the curves of her sides until she was pulling his shirt off. His touch fell away long enough to let her get rid of the shirt. Then she worked on unbuttoning his jeans.

As she handled this last bit of undressing him, Rachel's eyes turned up toward his beseechingly. "I love you, Alex," she said. Again, she tugged him close and kissed him. His arms went around her as their kiss increased in greater and greater passion.

When they finally parted, both of them breathless, Rachel's smile and joyful gaze returned. Her hands were still on his jeans, now completely unfastened. "So, lover," she grinned, "do you want me to be romantic and innocent, or do you want me to be your dirty girl?"

He was still overwhelmed. It took him a moment. "I want you to be yourself," he said finally.

Rachel's hands slid his pants and boxer briefs down. She took his hard cock in her hands, lightly but fondly caressing and stroking him while she raised her lips up yet again for another loving, intimate kiss. Their lips and tongues slid together for many long, sensuous seconds.

The angel then pulled back, smiling, and bent at the knees again. Rachel kept her eyes on Alex's lovestruck face as she licked the length of his cock. He let out a short moan, but before he could actually form words Rachel took him into her mouth.

He thought he was going to fall. His whole body went weak as he was swept away by this intimacy. Within moments, Rachel was working his cock over fiercely, no longer caring about holding his gaze but rather focusing on bringing him to an unexpected height of pleasure.

It didn't take long. She didn't work him to a finish, either. Rachel slowed again, looking up at him lovingly before she finally released him. When he was steady enough, she helped him get the rest of the way out of his jeans. "Just a teaser," she winked. Then Rachel rose, hooking her fingers around his neck to pull him along with her as she stepped back.

Swept away though he was, Alex was quickly adjusting to the wild excitement of being with her. Or, at least, he was able to think and move on his own again. He stopped her before she got to the bed. "Just so we understand each other," Alex said as he quickly knelt before her.

"Oh, lover, you don't have toooooooohhhh," Rachel moaned. He was slower with his oral attentions than she was, but beyond that, it was much the same treatment. Alex's hands slid around her ass while he explored her wonderful pussy with his mouth. "Fuck," she breathed as her eyes fell closed. "Fuck, fuck. Never... oh, I've never... Alex..."

"Never?" He kept at it; switching between softly licking, sucking, and gently biting all over her soaking wet pussy. She was intoxicating and so very delicious. Luxurious even. He felt privileged to go down on her. Once again, it was like being with Lorelei, yet entirely different.

Her voice was weak. "Would I lie to you? Oh, wow. Fuck, that's... you... you're amazing..."

"Then relax on the bed. I'm happy to keep this up."

Rachel's head shook. "No, lover. Not yet. Oh. I want you. I want you to take me first."

He couldn't deny her. Alex rose again, and after a moment's kiss and embrace to steady her, she resumed pulling him toward the bed. He saw that she stayed turned toward him as she backed up. "Um," he said, "what about your wings?"

Rachel just smiled. She tugged him down as she sat down on the bed, then scooted backward without ever breaking their gaze, and finally laid back. Her wings went right through the mattress while her back fell against it. "Wow," Alex breathed.

"Wow is right," the angel grinned, looking pointedly at his very erect cock. "For such a good guy, you carry around a whole lot of pure sin."

"Says my dirty girl," Alex grinned back as he joined her on the bed.

She latched onto him, pulling her lover down against her with a joyous yelp. "You're damn right I am," she said between kisses. "I'm yours, Alex. Take me."

Her legs were already apart for him. Her hands were on his ass, and her body was more than ready. He slipped and teased and ground against her anyway, kissing her all the while. Rachel laughed in joyous frustration, pulling on him and fighting against the smile that made it so hard to kiss back effectively. The hand that slid over her breast helped a bit with that, turning her smile into a gasp of pleasure and heightened arousal. His fingers traced and ever so lightly pinched at her erect nipple. Their tongues intertwined. His cock kept sliding between her wet labia without actually penetrating.

"You're really evil," Rachel whispered. She had one hand around his neck. The other reached down to take hold of his cock.

"You were the one worried about rushing things," he said. Finally Alex began the slow, wondrous push between her lips. Rachel's grip grew tight as she pulled on him pulling his cock into her. His cock spread her open stretching her more than she was used to before Alex bottomed out in her.

As if they weren't wild with pleasure already, joining together set their bodies alive with ecstasy. The rush of penetrating her overtook Alex from head to toe. Rachel pulled on him and writhed against him with equal joy. Her sex felt so good around his that he thought he might cum at any second.

Instead, that feeling stayed with him and never abated. He made another thrust, both fearful and yet unwillingly hopeful that it would set him off right there, but it did not. Alex pulled back and thrust again, and then again, and then again pounding her into the mattress.

"Make me yours, lover," Rachel begged him with an uncontrollable moan. She bucked against him as best she could, pulling on his hips with her nails scratching into his skin. "Take me... split me in half baby. Take me like I'm taking you. You're mine. We'll belong to each other."

Alex's face was over hers. One hand slipped up under her head, pulling her hair just firmly enough not to hurt. Rachel gasped in pleasure, encouraging him to ravish her. His breathing became loud, even vocal, and as the intensity of their contact rose, their mouths came together in a rough, hungry, loving kiss.

It went on and on, almost like an obsession as their bodies slowly glistened in the light. They became drenched with sweat. The sunset outside was beautiful, followed by clouded darkness. They didn't notice. They lost all sense of anything other than one another. He was also too swept away to realize just how much this was like his first time.

Rachel and Alex erupted together. Her climax shook through her and exploded around him, wet and uncontrolled and glorious. Alex cried out involuntarily, practically even roaring as the build up of tension and arousal and love within him made its forceful escape.

It was a long while before the rush abated. Awareness slowly came back to them both without diminishing the wild pleasure or wanton intimacy of their experience. Fucking became loving, and then relaxed into a warm, tender embrace.

"I love you, Rachel," Alex repeated.

"I know," she whispered. "I can feel it. I love you, too." She sniffed. Tears fell from her eyes, streaming across her temples. "It worked. Oh, thank you, Lord. Thank you. It worked."

Alex laughed a little. "Yeah, I was afraid I wouldn't get the job done there, too."

Rachel both laughed and sobbed happily. "No, you dummy. Not that." She held him tightly as he trailed soft, loving kisses over her neck. "The ritual. The binding ritual. We finally completed it at long last."

"Ah," Alex huffed. Then he blinked. "Wait, we did what?!"