Angel lust

The thoughts that ran though my head were sinful, the ways I touched myself over him would not be forgiven, deep pleasure that couldn’t be satisfied without his touch. I knew I couldn’t, I shouldn’t but that didn’t stop my mind from thinking it, I wanted to feel mortal pleasure in the hands of a man. More than anything I have ever wanted or needed before. I didn’t understand the emotions that flowed thought my head; lust was not an emotion angels were meant to feel.
But here I was this is what I feel and I know it’s too late; I was going to act on it even if it killed me. I looked myself over in the reflection of the lake, my long black hair fell perfectly to my waist, and my olive green eyes sparkled with longing. What I was wearing was a sin in itself; a short black skirt with fishnet stockings, black high heeled boots and a black corist with red lace. My hourglass body made the outfit look even more stunning.
This was it, I told myself as I climbed the back steps to his house, the back door was open as it always was so I could drop by without being seen. I walked thought the door, past the living room out the hall and up the stairs. I stopped when I got to his bedroom door. my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I let myself wonder over the last time we had met, I had gone up to his room and caught him in the middle of jerking off. but instead of closing the door and letting him finish in privet, I watched. the thought sent the same heat between my legs as when I had been watching, his strong manly hands had been going so fast and the pleasure that had been wrote over his face was so delouses I wanted to help. But I didn’t I just watched, my hand had gone down to my pussy and was stroking it hornyly. After I watched him explode before my eyes, I waited for him to sort himself out before entering his room. The hint of hornyness has still been in his stormy blue eyes. I couldn’t wait anymore. I opened his bedroom door.
There he was sat on his bed playing on his Xbox, he looked so hot. His black hair was swept to the right and he wore black skinny jeans with a red no fear t-shirt. He didn’t look up as I entered the room and sat next to him on his bed, his eyes were glued to the game of halo he was in the middle of.
“Heyy scar” he said in ecnolagment.
“Heyy” I whispered back, putting my legs up over his. Suddenly he became aware of my outfit, his eyes traced my body not missing a thing as they looked me over. He didn’t pause the game but seemed to forget it all together. “Heyy” he said aigen, his eyes locking on mine.
“How are you?” I asked acting completely natural.
“amazing” he said his eyes doing another tour over my body, I couldn’t help the satisfaction I felt from his attention.