"Oh! That is so not what I meant, but...holy…shit!"

Angel's exclamations had him laughing against her neck, the sound echoing around the bathroom. He nipped her neck and pulled his head back to look at her. He adjusted his standing, his stone arm holding her up and the other arm leaning against the door. She let out a groan when he shifted below.

He grinned at her, "What exactly did you mean then?"

"I…damn," She said as she set her head back on the door. She didn't even know how to phrase her words properly. She couldn't think with him against her like that. "Hellboy, I can't think when you're doing that to me."

"Doing what?" He asked in mock confusion.

She raised her eyebrow at him.

"Oh, you mean this?" He bucked, his bulge moving against her clit.

"Yes!" She groaned as she grasped his shoulders and dug in her nails.

He laughed again. He leaned back and slowly set her down. He only took a step back so he could stay as close as possible to her. She sighed. At least he wasn't directly on her right now.

"Okay, to reiterate my previous question; What did you mean?" He asked her.

"Well…" Angel was nervous to ask this. "I wondered…okay. Look, I've never seen one before. I mean, in books of course but not in person and I just thought maybe now would be a good tim-"

He cut her off with a finger on her lips, "Shh. Are you asking to it?"

She nodded, his finger following her head up and down. He dropped his hand and took a step back. As he kept his eyes on her, he reached down and untied the strings of his sweats then hooked his thumb into the waistband. He didn't bother to wear boxers so when he pushed his pants down, he was bare.

A thick, veiny, red shaft stood at attention in the apex of his hard thighs. Coarse black hair decorated around the base of him. What the books had depicted was nothing compared to him. She looked up at him.

"Can I?" She whispered as she licked her lips.

He nodded. He kicked off his pants that had pooled around his feet so he could stand better. He was prepared and wasn't prepared at the same time when she stepped forward and kneeled in front of him. He grabbed the sink for a grip. He didn't know what she would do…whatever she was ready for. He drew in a quick breath and dropped his head back when he felt the soft fingertips grazing the underside of him. He felt like he could burst at any moment. He had been hard all day with no release. He gripped the sink tighter.

She stood on her knees as she admired the member she was lightly touching. She couldn't believe how soft it was…like velvet. It was both soft and hard. It was such a contradiction. She moved her fingers more upwards, feeling the veins that protruded. The head felt different from the shaft, and she wanted to feel more of it. She slipped her hand over it, fingers barely touching.

He was huge.

She brought her hand down then back up. She loved the feel of it. It was strange for it to feel so soft and yet skin everywhere else on the body was rougher. She moved her hand again up and down with a little more pressure.

The sink cracked. She abruptly stopped and pulled her hand back quickly, thinking she did something wrong. She looked over and his hand gripped so hard it was pale. A crack appeared from the edge and snaked down the bowl. She looked up at his face. His eyes were dark. She stood up, standing in front of him.

"Did I do something wrong? I just wanted to feel you," She asked.

"No," He growled as he shook his head. "You were perfect."

He grabbed her hand and put her back on him, forcing her fingers around the shaft.

"Don't. Stop."

He moved her hand up and down. He squeezed her fingers around, indicating she should put pressure on him as she moved. She followed his silent demand. He let her go as she continued. His eyes darkened with desire as he struggled to stand. It felt so good to have someone else touching him. He was always so rough with himself knowing he could take it. Her touch was soft…delicate…as if she was afraid to break him.

"Harder," he whispered. "Faster."

She nodded silently. She looked down as she moved her hand faster and squeezed around him. Precum leaked from the tip, and she swiped it with her thumb. He shivered at that. It felt sticky on her fingers. She used the precum to glide on his member easier and it helped her hand go faster. She could hear the rough breathing above her head.

Before she could do another motion, he jerked. He clasped the head of his shaft in his hand as he let out a soft curse. His seed spilled into his hand as it pulsed. She pulled her hand back quickly. She watched his face. His eyes squeezed closed and his mouth partly open. He didn't shake like she had with her other orgasms. He opened his eyes and met hers. He pried his fingers from the sink and grabbed the back of her throat. He pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips hard. They pulled apart.

"Was that good?" She asked.

He grinned at her, "Oh fuck yea."

She smiled back in return, "So now what?"

"I have to clean up," He said. "I'll be quick. Meet you back in bed."

"For more?"

He widened his eyes in surprise, "You want more?"

She nodded vigorously, "I want everything."

He was hardening again. He licked his lips. This woman was going to kill him before the night was over.

"Okay. Take those panties off and get into bed. I'll be there quickly."

She nodded again with a smile. She hooked the edge of her panty and slid them down her legs. She stood back up, the fabric dangling from her fingertips. He swallowed as she offered it to him, and he took it. She backed up, reached around to grab the doorknob, and opened the door. She closed it. He looked at the panty. It was soaked with her juices. He could smell it.

Fuck. I'm dead.