"Black," I breathed, moving my hand over her behind as she stepped out of her pants and turned to face me.

Pulling her white blouse up over the smooth, flat expanse of her belly, lifting it high enough to expose her navel, she looked down at me and bit her lip. "Do you like them?"

I nodded, tracing the black triangle I knew was hiding a dark blonde one underneath. The way her thighs swelled at the apex, mimicking the smaller swell between them, left me breathless. I wanted to shove the little bit of material aside and delve deep up inside of her, with my fingers, my tongue, my cock. The look on my face must have betrayed my thoughts, because Angel let her blouse fall, covering the thong.

"Nuh-uh!" I grabbed her ass and pulled her toward the bed. "Come here."

"Mark!" she squealed, laughing as I yanked her up onto the bed, looking up at her kneeling over my chest.

"I just want to show you how much I love your new underwear." I moved down, spreading her thighs with my hands, positioning myself beneath her.

"Ohhh," she breathed as I nudged her panties aside and found her with my tongue, probing between her lips, searching the slick, wet folds for the little nub of flesh that made her go all weak and fluttery when I touched it. "Ohhh God, Mark, what are you doing…!"

I'd been dreaming about this moment, and the sound of her moans and the taste of her musky juices in my throat nearly sent me over right then. My cock was pulsing hard against my zipper, and I didn't even dare release it for fear of coming on the spot.

Angel rocked against my tongue, her thighs trembling, and I watched, delighted, as she pulled her shirt up over her breasts.