Heavenly Hyapatia - Part 5

Hyapatia and the other angel slipped away from everything and everyone else, moving deeper into the quiet corridor of starlight. She pressed him against the nearest wall, her golden eyes half-lidded, breath brushing his mouth. When he tried to speak she caught his lip between her teeth, tugged once, then released. Her thigh slid between his legs and she ground against him in a slow, deliberate circle. The leather straps at her hips creaked. Each soft sound she made slid under his skin and pooled low in his stomach. Her wings brushed his arms, feathers cool and trembling. He wrapped his fingers in her belt and yanked until her bare cunt met the ridged muscle of his abdomen. Her heat soaked through and slicked him. He dipped his hand between them and slid two fingers inside her; she clenched so hard she almost lifted off the ground. Her knees buckled, wings flared, and she arched, riding the thick length of his fingers without shame. Every thrust of his hand forced a wet sound from her. She reached down and closed her fingers around his cock, stroking it in the same insistent rhythm. Their mouths met again, tongues sliding, hungry, open. She came on his hand with a shaking gasp that echoed along the corridor like a prayer.