Carrick was not prepared for the sensations washing gently over his body; for the care and gentleness with which the angel touched him. for the slow, loving press of the hard length inside him and the reverent whisper against his face, the beautiful, lyrical Greek whispers caressing his soul.
They moved together for a long time, each soft slow kiss being savoured and, every new sensation committed to memory. Carrick never wanted their slow lovemaking to end, but eventually he felt the swirl of achingly sweet pleasure deep within him that meant his climax was approaching. He kissed the angel again, one hands stroking the soft hair while the other caressed his back in the spot just btween where the magnificent wings sprouted forth.