I hear his moans against my lips. His hands reach dragging me up against him; my hands stay on his cock. His moans get louder until I feel him about t... climax and slow the pace of my hand prolonging his need, he releases my head before looking down at me, pressing a kiss hard and fast against my lips prior to him pulling down the front of my dress. I reach over grabbing one of the ice cubes, before circling it around my nipple as I look at his eyes locked on my nipple as it gets harder in. It's disrespectful to Him and we shouldn't do things like that."In answer I called out, "Angel, am I being disrespectful to God?"The angel appeared, the usual process occurred to my cellphone, then it floated to me. I refused to take delivery of it, instead saying, "Send it to Emily. She needs to read it herself."My phone flew to her. She expected that she was about to lose her argument so wasn't happy, but she took it.I said, "Read it out loud, Emily."Emily read: "God thinks protecting Mark is. ”The sudden movement had my head swirling in dismay, and sitting up was the very last thing I had in mind. The warm skin in contact with my – apparently – bare chest had a different effect, though equally disorienting: a sudden rush of memories swept over me, of buttons popping and fabric tearing and desperate, violent kisses and bare skin touching mine – and that voice, the one that was so aggravating me at the moment, whispering dirty things in my ear while I completely fell apart.I cracked. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER. WHAT SHOULD SHE SAY?!?!? She hadn't thought this far ahead! She didn't know what to do! In her mind she said something something about "destiny", and he swept her into his arms and kissed her. She didn't know what words to use. How to tell him that he meant everything to her, that he was her life, that she would die without him! She needed him like the flowers need the sun, or people need air, or a poet needs words! "Words.... WORDS. I HAVEN'T BEEN SAYING ANYTHING!" She.