Angelina wondered what had made her wake up, when she felt a soft mouth on her neck, and a strong hand stroking her clit in firm circles. She moaned and arched into them, her legs falling open to their touch.
"Wake up, my angel. Time for more," Richelieu said between kisses, his deep voice in her ear sending shivers down her spine. She let her eyes flutter open, and was greeted to his intense yet lustful gaze.
A frown came to her face when he moved down her to settle between her thighs. "Sire, what are-" she started to ask, and let out a small cry of surprise when he suddenly buried his face in her, his tongue rapidly lapping at her clit as his hands grasped at anywhere on her he could reach. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned loudly when he started thrusting his fingers in and out of her. It was not long before she was more than ready for him.
"Please…please…" she whimpered, her hands tugging impatiently at the heavy material that prevented her from feeling his skin against hers. Giving a low chuckle against her, he gave one finaly swipe of his tongue before moving back up her.
"Tell me what you're wanting," he whispered in her ear, his tongue flicking at her earlobe.
"YOU. Oh, I want you," she moaned, writhing impatiently.
Just as overcome with desire as she, he fumbled to undo the buttons of his robe. Angelina willingly helped him out, kissing his neck as she did so, and eagerly pulled him onto her once it was completely undone. She was wonderfully surprised when she discovered that this time he was completely nude beneath it, and raised her hips to rub against him. This made him moan, and he caught her off guard when he quickly entered her. Angelina's head thrashed about as he drove into her, nearly pulling all the way out before pushing back into her. The power he exerted made her inch up the bed, until her head was less than an inch from knocking into the headboard. She did not notice this, though. All she could concentrate on was the feel of him inside her, and the deep pleasure it gave her.
"You like that? You like it when I fuck you hard?" he panted in her ear, one of his hands reaching up to tease her breasts.
"Yes, sir, yes," she gasped as she bucked her hips up against his, desperately seeking that sweet release.
"Then say it. Let me hear you say you like it when I fuck you hard."
"I... I love it when you f-fuck me hard," she whimpered, and suddenly buried her face in his chest as his climax washed over her. He followed shortly after, grinding into her hard to draw out the pleasure as long as possible. Once it passed, he rolled over onto his back and fell back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath.
Angelina laid there by him, wanting desperately to curl up into his side and feel his warm body against hers, but knew better than to do so without his permission. As if reading her mind, he murmured, "Come here," and pulled her to him. She willingly snuggled up to him, fitting her head in the crook of his neck and tucking one of her legs intimately between his as she dwelled in how wonderful it felt to be cradled in his strong arms.
Richelieu could not deny how right it felt to hold her, and to feel her small body pressed against his. It was as if she were made for him. "I believe I could get used to this," she sighed, making him chuckle.
"I could not agree with you more," he replied, and they both let out a sigh of content before falling asleep.