"Tony…" She nudged him with her shoulder as they walked along the sidewalk. "What are you really doing here?"
He sighed, but offered nothing else.
Angela stopped, mid step and gazed up into the night sky.
"Be honest with me," she pleaded.
He stopped and looked back, just now realizing that she was no longer next to him.
"Tony …" she considered her words. "I know you were not just in the neighbourhood." She emphasized her skepticism with air quotes and a Brooklyn accent.
The lights in the parking lot were out, their only guide was the full moon above them and a single street light at the side of the road about twenty feet away.
Tony huffed.
"I was worried," he finally admitted with a shrug.
Pushing both hands deep in his jean pockets, he looked at her. She was peeking up at the moon again, her face softly lit by its glow. She took his breath away.
"You see, Mona and I, we ..."
She snapped her gaze back to him, surprised, "mother sent you …" she breathed, disappointment written on her face. "Why am I not surprised …" Her eyes darted back to the night sky.
"Well … Hang on, let me explain," he began. "Mona and I were talking and you see ..."
She returned her focus to him, the moon reflecting in her deep dark eyes. She was such a distraction … but he pressed on.
"We didn't think Snake made a great first impression … on either of us. So yes … yes we were worried about you. What if he had tried to take advantage of you? Or hurt you? Or even worse ..." his voice trailed off.
She was overcome by a sense of love and protection that only Tony had ever provided for her.
"Thank you."
She stepped towards him and softly pecked his cheek.
"What would I ever do without my knight in shining …" Tony had taken the last few steps and opened the door for her, "...van." They both laughed.
"I don't feel like going home yet." She said when he stepped up and into the driver's seat next to her.
"I know a better bar?" he suggested hesitantly. "I know I'm no match for the snake but if you'll settle for the broom I can take ya?" He watched her through hooded eyes.
Angela gave him a warm, confident smile and nodded her approval.
Tony reached for her hand and she eagerly slipped it into his. She took in the feel of his calloused hands on her soft skin. It reminded her of that night … and she felt her skin crawl with delight at the mere memory of his touch.
Tony had watched her place her hand in his and became instantly aware of its warmth.
"Are all your extremities this warm?" he teased her, squeezing her hand and remembering her warm toes.
"You would know" she hissed without missing a beat.
His eyes widened and quickly became unfocused as memories of their naked, tangled bodies filled his thoughts.
Tony cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry if I ruined any chance for a future between you and Jake the Snake." He joked, hoping to cut through some of the tension building between them.
Angela couldn't help but to laugh.
"I'm not." She sighed. "To be honest ... Tonight with Jake, it was fun. It was everything I wanted ..."
"Was it now …" Tony cut in thick with sarcasm.
She smiled.
"When I was 18." She added pointedly.
"And it was fun to have the experience, but ..." she chuckled, shaking her head, "I'm not that girl anymore. I've changed, matured and ... well let's face it, Jake hasn't, he is still stuck in High School." Tony nodded. "I think I'm glad I wasn't different back then because I like how my life turned out. I love my family and my job … I'm a lucky girl." She whispered, her eyes meeting his.
"You forgot your housekeeper," he joked.
"You fall under family," she replied.
Tony smiled but averted his eyes.
"Shall we?" He released her hand and turned the key in the ignition …
"We're here."
They pulled up to a less dicey bar, although not by far.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Angela's tone was thick with uncertainty. "I bet this has an inspiration point in the back too" she warned, stepping out of the van.
"Angela, come on. Do you not trust me?" He asked, holding out his arm for her.
"Implicitly." She replied sincerely, threading her arm in his.
The bar was dimly lit, with neon signs flickering on the wall. The air was thick with smoke and the entire place smelled of alcohol. The loud music blended with the conversations in the crowd drowning them out. Tony walked up to the bar, ordered himself a beer and a martini for Angela and then led them to a booth in a quiet corner of the room. As Angela made herself comfortable on the bench, Tony walked over to the only bright spot in the joint and placed money on the long rail of the pool table, then took a seat across from her in the booth.
"We're not gonna play are we?" She was suddenly concerned with making a fool of herself.
"Yeah … why not?"
He remembered her saying she didn't know how to play, but then again, that was the morning after she hustled him and his buddies playing poker. He was pretty confident that if she could do that all on her own, there was no reason he couldn't teach her how to shoot some pool.
"Maybe we can add it to your list," he took his beer in his hand and held it up, "to sowing wild oats."
Angle giggled, "to sowing wild oats."
She clinked her glass to his bottle, grateful that he had gotten her a martini. She was not a big fan of beer and it was bad enough she already had to stomach the one Jake had bought her.
"Thank you Tony." Angela said before taking a sip of her drink.
"For what?" He asked.
"You're always so supportive of me. I know this was just a silly list but you're always there for me no matter how big or small. I could never have started my business without you … Tony … I … I just don't think you realize how grateful I am to have you in my life." Her eyes pierced into his.
Tony licked his lips, "I uh … I have an idea …" his shoulders shrugged.
"Hey buddy" Tony's head shot in the direction of the voice "You're up!" The burly gentleman said gesturing with the pool cues and leaning them up against the table.
Tony got up, "Okay, let's do this Angela."
She had never played pool before, but with Tony as her teacher she was definitely interested in learning. She'd watched it being played many times during her college years, on the nights Trish had convinced her to come out of hibernation and spend a night out. The fact that her mother was a pool shark, didn't help with her outlook on the type of women that would use that table to attract men at bars. She wasn't completely oblivious to the sensual movements that came with it, she'd watched the way the players would lean over the green felt, aiming their cues, the satisfying clack when they hit the balls. She wondered what it might be like to hold that stick, to control the game, to win … besides she was a few drinks in and feeling a little adventurous.
She watched Tony at the other end of the table. The way he casually grabbed the cues and chalked the tips with his expert hands. She walked over to him. Her cheeks warm.
"Hi," she said, a coy smile on her face.
Tony looked at her, surprised but intrigued.
"Hi" he chuckled "What's goin' on?" he asked, his voice rising.
She gestured to the pool table next to them. "You know, I've never played before," the way in which she was hissing at him had his entire body tingling with excitement, "so if we're gonna do this, I want you to do this right this time." Tony nodded.
He had no idea what she was talking about but there is nothing in this world she could say to him right now, in that tone, that he would not go along with.
Angela continued, "I don't want you getting frustrated with me and giving up. I want you to teach me. Not pawn me off on some other guy in this bar like you did with Josh. Because if anyone should have wrapped their arms around me and taught me how to hit a baseball, it should have been you, not him." Tony's jaw slackened, his mouth watering. "Understood?" She asked pointedly.
"But Angela, in my defence, that wasn't my fault," he explained "there is no way I could have wrapped my body around yours like that to teach you properly. It would have been inappropriate," he shrugged.
"Is it inappropriate now?" she jumped up and sat on the edge of the table, her legs crossed.
He slowly scanned the room "I uh … I don't see the kids runnin' around or anyone else we know around here …"
"Teach me properly, or not at all" she stated boldly.
"Understood," he grinned. "This is your weapon of choice," he said, putting the cue in her hand. He then leaned into her and whispered "handle it with care" into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
She hopped off the table as he racked up the balls. Then he led her to the other end with the cue ball in his hand. He lined up his shot and broke.
"Now," he continued, gently taking her by the hand and walking her over to the cue ball on the other side of the table. "Let me show you how to line up your shot … lean into the table…"
"But you got one in," she said "isn't it your turn to go?"
"Are we really going to be keeping score?" he asked her suggestively.
Angela slowly shook her head side to side, a fire igniting deep within her and she leaned over the table, eager for her lesson to begin.
Tony gently placed his body over hers and his hands on her hands showing her how to line up her shot. He then walked over to where she was aiming and showed her how to use the diamonds to mark her target.
This went on until Angela had successfully cleared all the balls from the table. With each ball she sunk she grew increasingly weak against the storm brewing in her body and by the time it was over she was exhausted and ready to surrender.
"You okay there Angela?" he grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.
"Fine …" she breathed, "Tony, I'm fine" her cheeks flushed.
"Let's go for a walk" he suggested, feeling guilty and wanting to cool off, "it's a nice night."
He took her by the hand and they started down the street with no particular destination in mind.
"You okay?" he asked after a couple of minutes of silence.
She sighed. "Yeah, I'm okay."
"But?" he pressed.
"No but, I'm okay" she squeezed his hand "just thinking" she confessed.
"Oh yeah? About what?"
"Life" she replied.
Tony chuckled, "that just about covers it all doesn't it?"
She smiled.
"It's just been quite a year …" she finally said, although she was not being any less vague than her previous reply.
His mind wandered to the Ferguson's wedding. Angela looked over at him and he met her gaze, remembering what a bum he'd been that day but also feeling like he didn't have any other option.
Her mind, however, wasn't on the wedding. She was thinking about Geoffrey. Being here with Tony had her missing the intimacy that she had with Geoffrey. A real relationship, where she could express her feelings and act on them accordingly. Instead she had chosen this muddy, undefined path that led, seemingly, nowhere.
Geoffrey was a perfectly suitable partner.
'He was kind, successful, attractive, a perfect match.' She shook her head. 'He wasn't,' she thought, 'not for me'.
'He was too …' She tried to think of all the reasons Geoffrey wasn't good for her, but she came up short. Okay maybe he was a tad touchy about his car but that's not a valid reason. He was attentive and smart and they had a lot in common. He loved her and more than that he wasn't afraid to tell her that he loved her. Although Jonathan hadn't really taken to him so that wasn't ideal. He wasn't a great lover … I mean, that wasn't really fair to say either he did know his way around the garage … he was good he just wasn't … 'Tony good.'
She sighed and Tony looked over at her.
Angela side-eyed Tony for a moment as her evening at the Fairfield inn crossed her mind. She felt her cheeks flush all over again.
"Ange, what's going on in that head of yours?"
"Geoffrey," she confessed.
"Oh …" of all the things she could have said, that was definitely not on the list of the ones he was expecting. "Do you miss him?" He asked as casually as he possibly could.
"No … well yes … certain aspects I guess. But he wasn't the right guy and when I turned down his marriage proposal there really wasn't a point anymore was there? … Only with the right guy" she recalled with a shrug.
Tony swallowed uncomfortably.
"It is a beautiful night, isn't it?" She said trying to change the subject but ended up right back again, "Tony, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up and ruin our night out."
"Eh oh ... Oh eh ... It's me Angela! You can tell me anything. I mean, I basically already know everything about you ... Ingrid." Angela froze.
"You think you know everything, but I do have my own private thoughts you know," Tony just kept walking, "Anthony!" she called out after him.
He turned with a sly grin on his face.
"We should head back to the van it's nearly midnight." He said and they turned in the direction of the parking lot …
"Hey Ange … about Geoffrey, can I ask you a question?" He opened the door and she stepped into the passenger seat as Tony walked around and made his way to the driver's side.
"What's your question?" She asked when he didn't continue.
"Actually, hang on a second, there's something we should do first." He looked over the console at her feet trying to locate her purse, "where's your list?"
"My list?" she questioned as she pulled it out and unfolded it.
Tony grabbed a pen from the glove compartment, momentarily brushing her thigh with his hand sending waves of excitement coursing through her body.
He handed her the pen "add, learn to shoot pool to your list," he suggested.
She did and then immediately crossed it off. As he watched her he noticed she still hadn't crossed off 'inspiration point', there was something else below it but he couldn't make it out with the way the paper was folded.
"Well that makes me feel better, at least I added a replacement for the ones I didn't complete," a sad smile touched her lips. "What was your question Tony?"
But Tony was no longer interested in that, he had just had an idea. They pulled out of the parking lot and about fifteen minutes later they were parked at a beautiful lookout that he declared to be Inspiration Point.
"Oh Tony this is better than I ever imagined" she said, cleaning her glasses to get a clearer view. "Oh, oh Tony this is so beautiful, thank you for bringing me up here" she looked over at him and smiled.
She eagerly grabbed her list from the dashboard where she had just put it down, along with the pen.
"What are you doing?" Tony asked, hoping to get a better view of that last item on the list he couldn't read earlier.
"Crossing number sixteen off my list - go to inspiration point." She proudly explained and began to fold up the list again.
'Damn it' … "hey wai wai wai wait a minute" he said, grabbing the list from her hands before she could conceal it and he opened it back up to read the final item on it. "What's this now maice aut at inspiration point?"
"Oh … that's ah … make out" she casually explained.
"Oh … oh … well that's … too bad that you didn't get to finish your list."
"Yeah, yeah I got so close."
"I guess uh … I guess that's something that you really wanted to you know …" he asked suggestively.
"Well … yeah, I mean it would give me a real sense of completion."
"Completion's good …" he chuckled "... completion's good …"
She turned and met his gaze momentarily, when she didn't look away he leaned in and without any hesitation their lips parted and they kissed.
Tony pulled away first, but Angela leaned into him, aching for more. He reached for her glasses and began to clean them again trying to distract himself from the hungry eyes staring at him.
"Aren't you gonna cross that off the list?" he asked, his voice cracking. He was going to break if she didn't look away soon.
"Oh … yeah," she said feeling embarrassed. But then she got bold, maybe it was the martinis, maybe it was the fire burning inside of her for which she knew there was no other cure, maybe it was a combination of both … but she turned back to him and said "I was hoping you'd hang in for at least fifty seven seconds …"
"Fuck …" he whispered.
She launched herself at him and took his mouth in a searing kiss. Tony wrapped his arms around her letting her glasses slip from his hand as they devoured each other's mouths.
He pulled her across and over into his seat on his lap and continued kissing her deeply, her legs resting across the center console, back leaning against this window, their tongues clashing. Never releasing her lips he leaned up and found the switch to turn off the cabin light.
He reclined his seat back slightly, bringing her closer to him and ran his hands across her legs to cup her firm buttocks. She moaned into his mouth and it drove Tony crazy as he squeezed her cheeks. Their lips popped apart and they smiled at each other in the star lit cabin of the van.
"Was that better?" he asked her.
He expected a snide remark but instead she was frowning.
"Hey? What's wrong?" he asked her
"Tony …"
"Hey, spill it come on" he whispered, concerned with her sudden mood change.
At first he thought he'd come on too strong, slipping her his tongue but she was the one that initiated more. He had no idea what happened.
"It's just … I feel terribly guilty about lying to the kids."
"The kids?" Tony had no idea what she was talking about.
"When you were running for parent council and the grief that surrounded it with Joanne, Jonathan asked if we were doing something wrong and I looked my little boy in the eyes and I lied to him." Angela was gutted. She'd been holding onto this guilt for months and swore she'd never let that happen again and here she was … so conflicted.
"Angela come on, you did not lie to him."
"Of course I did and it broke me, I cried about it for days every night in my room," she confessed.
"What? … why? We aren't doing anything" his argument was weak at best.
"We did Tony, at camp and I lied to him."
"Can I ask you somethin'?" She nodded "Those things you said about me that day in your speech at the meeting … Did you mean them?"
"Of course I meant them!" she replied without hesitation.
"Angela, we are two people who care very much for one another. Yes I live with you and I'm your housekeeper and if that makes this wrong then maybe you're right but I see two people who are very attracted and drawn to each other who don't want to risk ruining their friendship or their family by giving into something that may not last in the long term. So we give in from time to time, but that's not wrong is it? We're not married Angela, we're not cheatin' on anyone, which is more than what that Joanne can say about her own self."
"You have a point there."
"So now let me ask you another question," she looked in his eyes, waiting for him to continue "Does this feel wrong to you?"
She considered his question for a moment.
"Well … no … but it's morally wrong …"
"Is it?" he challenged her.
"Well yeah we are living in sin, I don't think your priest would approve," she teased him.
"You and I exercise a lot more caution and restraint than most people in our situation would Angela."
"I can't argue with that either."
She thought back to her own frustrations over the last several months. The way he looked her in the eyes when he confessed that he no longer wanted the Gina's of the world and was looking for someone more like her … of course he said Meryl Streep but she knew what he meant. How badly she had wanted to kiss him when she saw how proud he was of her that she had, not only learned to play poker, but completely hustled him and his buddies … and then indirectly said that he loved her. Then a few weeks after that, when he did tell her he loved her but at the worst possible time and then didn't have it in him to bring it up again after his surgery. She knew he remembered. Of course he would never come out and say it, but she knew it the moment he sat her down at the kitchen table one night and officially asked her to be Samantha's legal guardian with him and presented her with the paperwork.
Angela sighed, submerged in her own thoughts and completely oblivious to the fact that Tony was watching her.
She thought about the way he held her when she cried into his shoulder after losing her job. She had never cried in front of anyone like that before. She had never felt safe enough with anyone to come undone like that until he came along. She remembered the terror in his eyes at the thought of losing Jonathan to Michael …
As these moments swirled around in her mind's eye, it momentarily occurred to Angela that the feelings that were overwhelming her right now, were very different from what they used to be when she thought of Tony after that night at camp. She remembered how he sold his baseball card for her because he wanted to compete with Geoffrey and thought how silly it all was, wishing that he would realize that what mattered most to her was not the value of the vase … but the fact that he knew what colour roses she'd want in it.
Suddenly she became aware of the very real possibility that she might be falling in love with him … but she pushed the thought away, knowing that was not the capacity in which she could have him.
"Look," Tony began bringing her back to the present, "I'm not saying we should do anything …"
"Oh Tony, I would never think that," she jumped in
"All I'm saying is wanting to give into this, whatever it is," he gazed up to the heavens because he really had no idea what they were doing or what path they were on, "is inevitable. But it doesn't mean we have to. We have control over that. But I'll tell you, we can't change the way we feel, that we have no control over and God Angela sometimes it's just unbearable." He confessed.
"I've had my days …" she too, admitted.
"You've had days?! Madonna Mia! Days … I'll tell you about days … The Fairfield Inn!" he blurted out.
"That was … awkward" Angela admitted
"Can I ask you something?" Tony asked tentatively.
"The answer is yes," she replied, not needing to hear the question. "You?"
He nodded, "Angela I almost couldn't do it … I was so frustrated with myself."
With a smug grin on her face she asked "Oh yeah? How did you eventually figure it out?"
"Exactly how you did" he suggested pointedly.
"I don't know what you mean" she said thick with sarcasm, feigning innocence.
Angela gave him a smile but it had guilt written all over it. She remembered biting her tongue for fear that she might call out Tony's name … but to her disappointment it never got good enough for it to be of any concern.
"Did you and Casey…?"
"No" he said before she even got the name out of her mouth "Mr. March?" he asked.
She shook her head surprised that he would even have to ask.
"I had a feelin' … about the Fairfield Inn I mean." He clarified "I'm not tryin' to be cocky or anythin' I just know what I went through and I kinda thought … well, hoped I guess … that I wasn't the only one havin' a hard time after what happened … I'm glad I was able to help you out though…" he chuckled. Now he was being cocky.
"Thanks for coming to my rescue," she hissed in a tone that was impossible to misunderstand.
"Don't mention it," he said, cupping her cheek, "I'm always happy to help," he added, his eyes sincere.
Angela believed it. She turned into his palm and placed a soft kiss there. He was her rock. He helped her raise her son. He had fought alongside her to keep their family intact. He'd been there at her lowest point professionally, encouraging her to start her own business and then doing all he could to help her make it successful. At this point, it was hard to imagine her life without him. She knew he had his insecurities and it bothered her to no end. How could he not see his own self worth? She didn't need a Geoffrey to provide for her and give her fancy things, she needed someone she wanted to rush home to every night and he was it.
"For the first half hour or so all I could think about was Tonya and you." She finally looked at him. "I couldn't help but wonder if you were doing to her, what you had done to me." She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. "Then all I could think of was you."
"I felt the exact same way. I just couldn't stomach the thought of Geoffrey ... You know ... Touching you." He confessed.
"Geoffrey …" she smiled, "he was a good guy, with a good heart, but it wasn't like that with him … What about Tonya?" She asked.
"Tanya knows what she's doing." He admitted candidly and Angela felt her stomach ball into a knot.
"But she's not you … All I could think about that night was you." Her eyes began to shimmer, reflecting the glow of the moonlight.
"Everything she did, I compared to you. How you felt under my touch, how you moaned my name, how it felt to be inside you." She was shocked by his candor. "Every second … my mind was on you."
He looked away, now feeling uneasy about allowing it all to pour out like that.
"All I could think about was your lips … your fingers inside me. That was the only way for me to get through it that night. I felt mortified and really sorry for Geoffrey if I'm being honest."
Tony nodded, he knew exactly how she felt.
"So," Tony licked his lips "seeing as Jake didn't get you to inspiration point I wanted to show you …"
Angela threw herself at him before he could get the words out. Their lips crashed against each other again and their hot breath steamed up the windows. Tony started to undo the buttons on her blouse and kissed down her chin and throat, nipping at the delicate skin of her neck. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled him back to her engulfing his lips in a searing kiss. He continued working her shirt loose, freeing it from the confines of her pants, he wanted access.
Angela pulled back and smiled at him as she began her own exploration. She pushed his black jacket away from his shoulders and Tony shimmied out of it letting it pool behind him in the seat. Angela leaned in and placed small kisses along his jaw line to his ear where she nuzzled.
Tony ran his hands under her shirt to run along her beautiful back until her bra got in the way. Angela pulled away, her eyes mischievous as she bit her lip and started to undo the buttons on his yellow silk shirt. Tony let his hands wander around her sides and stomach until she finished. Once his chest was exposed, she wasted no time running her hands across the plains of his pecs. Her hands ran down his stomach and Tony leaned back enjoying her ministrations, they stopped at his belt, as their angle didn't allow her to go further.
Tony leaned in and took her lips in a slow sensual kiss. He ran his hands up from her waist to undo the front clasp of her bra, freeing her perky breasts to his hungry gaze. He parted her bra, cupping her in his firm hands as he gently massaged her. She arched her back eager for more. He kissed the hollow of her throat and began to lick a downward path to her delights, kissing the top of the right and then the left.
"God you're beautiful," he said huskily.
His hands went around her and pulled her closer as he closed his lips over her right nipple sucking her greedily. He released her only to nuzzle her breast and move to the other giving it the same treatment. His tongue teasing her nipple before his hot mouth engulfed her, gently biting down and pulling her closer. He wanted to brand her, so that Geoffrey, the Snake, and any other man who thought themselves worthy would know she was his. He kissed and nipped all around each breast, taking the tender flesh in his hot harsh mouth, her skin turning pink.
Angela pulled herself away from his mouth and pushed him back in his seat. 'Two could play at this game' she thought and now it was her turn. She leaned in and flicked his left nipple with her tongue. Tony shivered as she did the same to his right. She then nipped at him before taking the skin just above his nipple into her mouth and sucking greedily. He reclined further back taking her with him, as she lavished her hot tongue around his chest, Tony running his hands all along her sides and back. He'd have a hickey tomorrow, but he didn't care, let her mark him as hers. He was as good as. He sighed as she kissed up his throat and took his mouth in a searing kiss.
"Shit! … Tony, we are getting carried away … Why is this so hard!" she cried.
"Mmmm," he moaned, kissing along her lips, chin and neck.
"Tony, there is a point of no return and I'm getting very close to that line" she said but made no effort to stop.
"I know, Ange but I want you," he replied.
"I know, but …"
"No! You're right," he said painfully, his hand stopping halfway inside her pants where it had been trying to slither inside. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked her.
She took a moment to consider the implications of them giving in again. How much harder their lives would get with each indiscretion if this kept up. But she wanted him.
Angela looked him in the eyes, shook her head and took his lips in hers once more.
He pulled away and brought his hand up, letting it slip inside of her pants then pulled her panties back just enough to allow him access to feel the warmth at her center. He leaned back in and took her lips in his as his hand came down to cup her. He could feel the heat as Angela parted her legs just enough to give him better access, her moisture dripping into his hand. She moaned into his mouth as his whole hand rubbed against her.
"Let me give you this," he whispered against her mouth. There were a lot of things he was not able to offer her … but this he could give her.
Angela nipped his lips as his fingers found her most sensitive spot, rubbing it slowly.
"Mmm Tony," came her raspy voice.
He sought a rhythm to bring her pleasure as his lips kissed down her throat once again to her chest. He took her breasts into his eager mouth again and let his fingers work her center.
"Oh God," Angela sighed, throwing her head back and arching her chest into him.
Tony moved to the other breast to suckle, letting his fingers walk down her slit into her hot wet opening. He let her juices coat his fingers. slipping two inside he made sure to keep his palm flat against her clit as he rubbed her inside and out.
"Tony, mmm, fuck," she cried out, her hands running through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp.
He stimulated her sensitive spot deep inside with his expert hands while keeping his rhythmic suckles to her left and right breasts. She tried to spread her legs wider to give him better access, but her pants were in the way. She pulled his mouth from her breasts and greedily took him in hers, her tongue dueling with his for entrance. She moaned against his mouth as she started to buck against his hand and thrust at his fingers.
"Mmm, Oh God,Tony" she murmured around his lips as he continued to pleasure at a steady pace.
He pulled his mouth from hers and nuzzled her ear, taking her lobe into his mouth and tugging gently.
"Cum for me Ange," he whispered breathless in her ear.
He increased the motions of his hands and fingers eager to get her there. He leaned back against the seat and watched as her orgasm tore through her body. She grabbed his arm with both of her hands as to hold him in place and began to thrust wildly with every stroke of his fingers. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth open in the shape of an o, his love bites along her chest. She was coming undone and Tony knew there was no more beautiful sight than an abandoned Angela giving into her desires.
"Tony, oh God right there, please," she cried out.
Suddenly her breath hitched, her back arched, he felt her warm liquid coat around his fingers and pool into his palm as she lost herself.
"Ohhh, Fuuuuuuuuuck," she cried out as she rode out the waves in his hand.
Tony continued to stroke her down, nipping at her chin, his other hand across her lower back calming her. He pulled his hand, shining with her juices, from her pants, leaned down to pull a tissue from the console and wiped himself off. He brought her to him and held her close, taking her mouth in a tender kiss as she came down.
Tony took care to retuck and clasp her pants closed. He then sighed as he snapped her bra in place and buttoned up her shirt. Angela watched him with hazy and loving eyes.
She shifted back to her own seat, noticed the bulge in his pants and reached out but he cut her off by taking her mouth again in a hot but tender kiss.
"This was about you," he said. Yes he was throbbing, yes he wanted her to finish him, but tonight was about her. He'd deal with it at home. "Your night Ange, your list and your inspiration point," he finished.
He reached for her glasses that had been floating around in the van, grateful that they were still in one piece and gently cupped her cheeks to place them back on her face.
He loved her, he knew he did. He had confessed it under the effects of the drugs they gave him when his appendix ruptured and he knew she heard it. But they were from different worlds and he was not in her league. He wasn't good enough for her, yes he'd move heaven and earth to make all her desires real, but he was just her housekeeper and she needed a man who could at least stand next to her as her equal. Tony, wasn't that. But that didn't mean that he couldn't give in to the chemistry between them and have some fun. It didn't mean he couldn't show her how worthy she was.
"I know you said that sometimes some things are better left to imagination, but I hope this one lived up to your expectations," he stated.
"Far exceeded," she smiled sleepily.
"Good, you deserve it," he said and gave her a small peck.
He leaned back into his seat and turned the key in the ignition bringing the van to life. He took a moment to collect himself and shift slightly.
"Are you ready to go home now?" he asked sweetly.
She nodded, her head rolling in his direction on the headrest.
Tony placed his hand on the gear shift to start the journey home but Angela jumped up …
"Wait! Actually no," she sat up and started looking around her "there's just one more thing I wanna do." She unfolded her list and crossed off the final item on it - make out at inspiration point.
Tony laughed.
"You good?" He teased her.
She nodded and smiled, "Great."
"I hope your mother's waitin' up for us 'cause she'll see right through that look on your face" he chuckled and Angela was so content she didn't even care to argue or feign shock.
Tony pulled out of the spot they had been parked in and they started their drive home.
"Hey Tony," Angela began.
He looked over at her momentarily before focusing his attention back on the road.
"I know that you had a pretty wild youth so I'm sure there isn't much that I can offer you, but, I want you to know that if you ever want to make your own list I'm happy to repay the favour."
"Hah!" Tony was amused and completely taken by her. His eyes sparkled. "Yeah?" he asked with a sly grin.
"Uh huh" she nodded enthusiastically, she too was smiling.
"You know Angela … I think I might just have to make one up …"
