My Naughty Guardian Angel [pt.2]

Her eyes were a color one could only feel pounding inside their chest. It was impossible to name the color of her eyes.

Did I already know the answer? I felt confused, even more at the silence of her lips after asking me that question.

She was looking at me as if speaking another language. Her body upon me was heaving until she planted her lips on mine, shunning me to astonishment.

I did not expect her to kiss me. Not in such a situation. And why would she kiss me?

Why did she kiss me?

For a heavy few seconds, her lips remained glued to mine, not making a move. What was I supposed to do? Should I have kissed her back?

But I was too shocked to do so.

"Why are you so dumb?" She spoke helplessly as she withdrew her lips from mine and gently snuck her face into the nape of my neck, nuzzling, and fell on top of my body.

What was happening? How was I supposed to react to her sudden affection when she had been maintaining her distance like I was a disease?

Astounding me more, her hands slipped to my hair while her knees sat across my thighs.

"Why do you have to be like that?" Her words were quivering on my skin, making me feel guilty and vulnerable. But that was not the only thing I was feeling, I had this sensation in my stomach that was sending jolts under my pants, making me twitch and quiver inside.

Why was she acting like that? She had already been turning me into a mess. Was it not enough that she was now performing another act to discomfort my heart?

"Do you not see it?" She whispered into my ear, sat up, and fathomed my face in her palms.

She was now gazing at me with an altered look. She looked assured of something. Passionate and victorious.

"Do you not feel it?" She questioned as she gripped my hand and drew it to her chest. "I've been keeping my distance because of what you are and what I am."

What am I?

"I thought I'd stay away from you and never do those things that I have been dreaming about." I could feel her heart pounding at the speed of upbeat music. "But I can't stay away from you now. I can't stop myself from believing in you."

And as she said those words, she kissed me again, sending the last bolt of realization into my chest.

She had never been a believer. She never trusted in God or me - an angel. But she could not deny us anymore. The love in her chest had made her a believer.

I, as well, did not want to cross my boundaries. That is why I have been keeping my distance. The thought of what would God do once he found out about the sin I was about to commit, kept me away from her.

But was there anything more authentic and appropriate than love? Love that was consuming my whole being.

Love is not a sin. And I was not hurting her by loving her. So, how was I sinning?

Thus, I couldn't stop myself from accepting that I loved her as well.

I grasped her face and kissed her back, finally letting the love in my chest speak. I kissed her, deep and affectionately, not willing to run anymore.

Our lips collided with each other, forming a sweet melody that not only enchanted my ears but also my whole body.

Her supple lips were leaving eating mine as if they were left scarce. Her breaths into my mouth were giving me life. 

I felt my breaths getting heavier and my lips getting bold, exchanging saliva just to turn us more passionate.

Then I felt her tongue drive into my mouth like a snake and explore my mouth. I was holding a hot lava in my mouth, I wondered how it did not burn her and turned her away from my lips.

She just kept kissing me and swirling her tongue inside my mouth, leaving me to hum and drool down my lips like an idiot.

I wanted her to never stop, but I also wanted to say something. So, I withdrew my lips an inch away.

"I understand it!" I boomed between our slippery lips, "I understand it now!" and kissed her again, pulling her to fall onto my body once again.

It was like my words had soothed her, that she kissed me back with deep passion until she pulled back and pressed her hand to my chest, sitting up.

"You can't steal this from me. I've been neglecting myself for so long." She spoke and stood up, ordering me to remove my clothes while standing in front of her.

As I stood up, I could feel everything was once again altered between us. Our eyes, our minds, and recklessness. I could feel it in the air. I was breathing it with great acceptance.

"Not like that!" She boomed, sitting on the edge of the bed, and stopped my hands on the collar of my shirt, adding, "Do it with your powers.

Remove it, just like you removed that mannequin's clothes."

My breaths felt stuck in my throat at those words and my body was stiff. She hated me for using my powers, but now she wanted me to use them.

I was happy that she was finally letting herself free, that she was willing to use me for her pleasure.

I lifted a finger and swayed it in the air, leading the shirt on my body to unbutton itself with loud unbuttoning sounds.

With each button coming off, I felt myself quivering from head to toe. My breaths were drooling just like I was drooling when I was kissing her.

It was as if someone was poking me with a finger of pleasure. If that's how pleasure felt. The cold air hitting my skin was only making it harder for me.

Even from my angel, it looked so alluring, I could only imagine what was going on in her head.

I wanted to know what was going in her head, while she was watching me expose myself with my powers that I have only used to help people.

It was such a peculiar way to use my powers, that I never thought I'd witness on myself.

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END OF THE PART 2.

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