Send Me An Angel (4 page)

Deep inside her chest, a little shaft of pain arrowed its way into her heart, “Did you do it just so I’d have sex with you? Is that what it was all about?”

He gasped, “Ellie, no! I would never manipulate anyone in that way. I would never manipulate you. I don’t even think I could. I never had the power to make any one do anything.”

“What about
Jeanne
? What did you do it to her? Why did she accept your presence here so easily?”

Confusion clouded the clear blue of his eyes, “I don’t know. I didn’t mean to, but… perhaps there is some, I don’t know… emanation?
Some remnant of my power that is just part of me.
An ability to relax people.
Something that has become instinctive after all the ages I have done my job.”

Ellie’s ears pricked up, “That’s the second time you’ve mentioned how long you’ve been doing your job. Exactly how old are you?”

Peter
rubbed his fingers through his hair, “Exactly? I don’t know. Time passes differently in Heaven, and, to be honest, no one bothers to keep a record of it.” He caught the irritated glance that meant Ellie was getting impatient, again. “The answer is in the thousands of years. The exact number, I don’t know, and I doubt if it matters.”

Ellie’s knees sagged. She’d had wild passionate sex with an angel who was thousands of years old. She felt a little sick and… She cut off that line of thinking. She wasn’t afraid. She was never afraid.

Peter
’s hand reached out and stroked her face. Gently he traced down the curve of her cheek, running his finger along her lips, smoothing away the tightness. Then he slid his hand around her neck, under her hair, to stroke away the tension that clamped around her stiff muscles, “
It’s
okay to be confused, Ellie. It’s okay to be unsure.
For both of us.
There is a lot to cope with. No-one expects you to be able to just shrug it off and carry on as normal. We need to allow ourselves time to get used to this.”

Chapter Five

Ellie shivered as Peter’s hand left her neck and began a long glide down her spine to come to rest over her bottom, pulling her in close. Very close.

He whispered in her ear, all hot honey and velvet, “I think it’s time we put it aside and continued my lessons.” His long, wickedly clever fingers slid over the curve of her butt. They detoured down her thighs, moved to the back of her knees. He made a few leisurely circles that sent tingles scurrying up her spine, to explode in little bursts of heat deep in her groin.

She moved her hips, trying to find relief for the needs he aroused.
Peter
took advantage, and swooped his hand back up, opening her thighs wider, dragging her skirt up,
wriggling
his fingers under the elastic of her panties.
Burying them in her hot, wet tightness.
With his thumb he reached forward, stroking and rubbing her swollen, hard clit.

Her muscles collapsed. Only the clench of his probing fingers held her upright. The more she sagged into that knowing hand, the more it drove her.
Harder.
Hotter.
Until she could take no more of it, and she came, giving herself up to the flooding pulse.

She sagged into him, plastering herself against him from chest to
knees,
her forehead slumped against his shoulder. His arm at her back held her close, his hand between her thighs still held her up. His words washed, hot and soft, against her ear, “Okay. That was revision. Now, how about we move on to some new content?
Advanced, new content.”

She nodded. At least she sent the message to her brain, but it didn’t seem as if her muscles had any intention of obeying. The slight movement of her forehead against his shoulder was enough.
Peter
bent down, swept his arm beneath her knees, and carried her into the bedroom.

He let her fall gently to the bed. He knelt on one knee beside her, “More. Teach me more. Tell me what more I can do to please you. Show me.”

He tugged at her clothing. She squirmed and wriggled and twisted until she was naked, spread out before him. His breath washed over her, heavy and hot, “You are the most beautiful creature, Ellie.” He reached out and ran his hands over her breasts. His cool fingers left burning fire in their wake. His lips followed after, kissing and nibbling and sending the flames burning deep inside her. His tongue traced damp whorls onto her skin, curling and weaving its way down her body, “So beautiful, Ellie. Tell me what to do.”

He’d asked her that before, the first time, but now, it was no longer the plea of a man for whom it was all new, all untried. Now, it was the command of a man who wanted her to acknowledge her own needs, who wanted her to embrace the physical desire he aroused in her.

He turned her, pulled her diagonally across the bed, and raised himself up over her. He took one,
long,
hungry look and dipped his head to feast. His tongue probed her navel. Needles of desire sped along her nerves. She arched her hips, dropped them back onto the bed.

“What do you want me to do Ellie? Tell me,” he left her navel.
Slid a little lower.
Then stopped.
And
waited.

Ellie gathered her thoughts. She was going to have to say something to direct him. She had to be in control.

She let her thighs drop open. Felt the furnace of his gaze as he stared at her.
Could feel his attention focus like a laser, “Tell me what to do?”

“You know, you must know,” her words were little more than a whisper.

“Tell me, Ellie,” it was a command. “I need to know what you want. Tell me.”

The words were forced from her in short, sharp bursts, “What you do with your fingers. What you do with your cock, do it with your tongue, with your lips, with your teeth.”

Peter
’s breath escaped with a hiss of relief, “Yes… You need to say it. You need to talk to me.”

He licked his way down to where she waited for him. Hot. Wet. Ready. He ran his tongue down her centre, parting her, opening her up to the thrust of his tongue. She drew her legs up. His body rolled in between them. He lifted her heels onto his back, opening her wider. His teeth scraped lightly along the taut slick surface and nipped at her clitoris, pulsing and throbbing under his attention. The intensity was almost unbearable. Ellie tried to clamp her legs together, but his broad shoulders held her open to him.

Her head thrashed from side to side. Her hips thrust spasmodically upwards into his hard chin and tongue. He pulled back just a little, panted out a few words, “Like this Ellie?”

She groaned, “Harder.
Faster.
More.”

Telling him, directing him excited her.
Pushed her closer to the edge.
He ground his thumb into her clit.
Made a hard push with his tongue that drove him deep into her.
Her hips surged off the bed as the muscles in her legs tensed. She came, rhythmically clenching around his tongue as it continued to thrust into her.

Peter
waited for the spasms to subside. He gave her dripping pussy a long, slow kiss, and crawled up her body until he reached her mouth, “Can I kiss you, here, Ellie? You won’t mind? It won’t be offensive to you, the reminder of what I have done, where I have been?”

Offensive?
The smell of her own juices, mixed with the distinctive masculinity that was his alone, was the most erotic aroma she had ever encountered.

It roused her from her sex-sated stupor. She grabbed his head and pulled it down on hers, opened her mouth to accept his tongue, to suck in the taste of their love-making.

She’d never known that a kiss, just a kiss could have such restorative powers. The desire she’d thought was fully satisfied, roused again. She arched her back into him, felt the rasp of the clothing he still wore, “Take them off. I want you naked, now. I want you naked and in me.”

Peter
gave a desperate little half laugh, “I don’t think you can want that more than I do. There is nothing I wouldn’t give up to be in you.” He hurled the last of his clothes to land where they would. Ellie didn’t even spare them a glance.

But when he was naked, he hesitated. His erection was
full,
the head of it purpled and engorged, his need evident. Yet he stood beside the bed, his hands by his side, his eyes… an incongruity in such an angelic face, were grim, resolute, “Ellie, we need to talk.”

She snapped into a half sitting position, her elbows propping her up. “We do not need to talk.
Especially not now.
Something else you need to learn is…” Her voice rose to a near shriek, “we do not interrupt a steamy sex session to talk. Now get back on this bed and get on with it.”

He opened his mouth. Ellie cut him off, “Now.”

He swallowed, nodded, looked down at his bobbing erection, and obeyed.

But
as good as he was, as ready as she had been, the exchange had altered the atmosphere. Ellie was conscious of a restraint, not just in her own responses, but in
Peter
’s.

Each thrust, as powerful and as delightful as it was seemed to ram home the word talk, talk, talk, over and over again.

And
Peter
’s face seemed set, his usual look of innocent delight overwritten by a fierce concentration.
The look of a man who had a demanding job to do, and who intended to do it properly.

She couldn’t let what they had together be turned into a performance or a duty. She wanted the oblivion that came with total consumption. She put her concerns aside, forced herself to settle into the moment, tried to let the usual rush of pleasure to take her away. As
Peter
drove into her, stroke after stroke, she willed herself to focus on the point where his cock slid in and out of the tight grasp of her body. Let her awareness settle on the way the drag of his withdrawal made her clench and arch to follow, how the thrust of his return filled her, and drove the blood pounding through her body.

She felt her blood begin to heat again, heard the little gasps she gave, heard
Peter
’s breathing begin to rasp in and out of his lungs in response. Felt it when his face relaxed, and he lost the mechanical regularity of the rhythm he’d set up to the wild, frenzied pace that carried them both closer to their goal.

Ellie felt the pulsing begin deep in her body, where his cock stretched and seared her. Felt the pulsing and welcomed it, gave
herself
up to it with gratitude and relief.

When her muscles went rigid and her back arched,
Peter
groaned his own sound of relief and let himself go. His hips jerked. He buried himself deep inside her. The violent pumping of his cock as it emptied itself into her was matched by the clench and release of the waves that beat through Ellie’s body.

After, when he lay slumped by her side, Ellie closed her eyes. She didn’t for a minute think he was going to forget that he’d wanted to talk. Nothing she’d learned about him so far suggested he was less than determined in getting what he wanted, so she closed her eyes on her racing thoughts, and feigned sleep as hard as she could.

Chapter Six

Ellie didn’t blink when she felt Peter pull himself up to lean on his elbow. She didn’t let a muscle in her face move, even though she felt the heat of his scrutiny. She didn’t flinch when he drew a long, cool finger down her cheek and traced the line of her lips.

So there was absolutely no reason for the clear trace of amusement in his voice when he said, “I know you’re awake in there, Ellie.”

“Go away. I’m sleeping.”

“No, you’re not. You’re pretending to sleep, and you’re not fooling anyone. Well, if anyone else were here you might be, but you’re not fooling me.”

She opened one eye in what she hoped was a bleary way, fitting for someone who
had
been asleep, “Is this because of your angel-power thingy?”

He shrugged, “Probably. I just know. I can almost hear you thinking, and, while I think I know better than to use the
f
word, I don’t see what reason you have to avoid talking to me.”

“F-word?
F-word?
What has swearing got to do with anything? Or if you mean the act, we’ve just done it, in case you are having some sort of Earth-induced memory loss.”

“Not that f-word. The real f-word for you, the one you can’t say or even admit…fear.”

“I am not afraid of talking to you. I just got annoyed that you would try to have a conversation right at that moment.”

“Ever wonder why you respond to things like that with anger? No. Don’t bite my head off. That is something we will have to talk about one day, but not now. What I want to talk about now does have something to do with what we were doing.”

“And you had to do it right then? What did you want?
To try out some new technique?
You should have said.”

“No, Ellie, not some new technique. I brought it up right then because I thought it would have some effect on what we were doing, and why we were doing it.”

Ellie wanted to stick her fingers in her ears and start humming, or singing la-la-la. But she was learning quickly that the baffled innocent who’d landed on her doorstep was a temporary response to the situation. The longer
Peter
remained on Earth, the more the strength and determination of his true character became obvious. If she
did
give in to her childish impulses, he would most likely pull her hands away, cover her mouth, and make her listen.

His mellow voice was solemn, “I can’t stay here with you like this.”

Ellie’s heart stopped beating. It was exactly why she hadn’t wanted to talk to him. She didn’t want him to leave. How dare he think he could just get his rocks off once or twice and go? Well, okay it was more than that, but that made it worse.

She felt the rage begin to swell, and welcomed it. Welcomed it because it masked something far worse, something she didn’t want face.
Something that threatened to shake her knowledge of herself to the core.

She was just about to scorch him with a volley of abuse when he spoke again, low, firm, commanding, “Ellie, Stop.” His free hand grasped hers. His eyes, when hers flew to meet them were serious, but there was a depth of concern and emotion that cooled her temper, slowed her breathing,
relaxed
her rigid muscles. “I am not leaving you. You don’t need to get angry. There is nothing to be afraid of.”

He raised his eyebrows at her outraged gasp, “I know. You’re not afraid. If it comforts you to think that, you can go on believing it for a little while yet. What I meant was, and what I would have said, if you’d let me finish before you went into atomic meltdown, is, I can’t stay here, and not make some financial contribution to the running of the house. Even if I could, I need to have something to do. I need to do what I have been trained to do, what I have done for so many millennia. It is an essential part of me. I want to do my job. I want to be a counselor here on Earth. I don’t think I can stand too much more of this filling in time, waiting for you to come home.”

“But you came to Earth to find out what made it so attractive. Can’t you do that?”

“I can. I am. But it’s not the objects or the geography of Earth I am interested in. I knew about all that anyway. It’s the people, their feelings, their emotions. And what it is that ties them to each other so strongly.”

“Is that why you came here?”

“I came to find out about love, Ellie,” he looked at her, and Heaven was deep in his blue, blue eyes. “I need to know about all kinds of love, because love is what makes humans what they are. It is that which distinguishes them from all other species. Have you read the Bible?
Corinthians?”

Ellie shook her head.

“
I may speak in tongues of men or of angels, but if I am without love, I am a sounding gong or a clanging cymbal. I may have the gift of prophecy, and know every hidden truth; I may have faith strong enough to move mountains; but if I have no love, I am nothing
.”

His voice washed over her, mellow and warm. Again, she heard the sound of harps, and this time she knew where they came from. They were a product of his purity and grace. He thought he needed to know about love. He didn’t realize he embodied it. The power to calm, to relax, to make people confide in him, was an emanation born of the innate love that formed his soul. Not sexual love, not the physical desire that had clearly been unknown to him, but spiritual love, a clear, bright, burning flame that lit him from within, and warmed everyone who came in contact with him.

People would respond to that warmth, and the more they hurt, the more they shivered from cold despair, the more they needed him. Because not only did he radiate warmth, he possessed profound wisdom. Partly, Ellie was sure, it was an innate part of being an angel, but it had been honed, expanded and developed by millennia of listening to the range of emotions confided in him.

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted.
Peter
might be an angel, he might be irresistible, but he didn’t have the patience of a saint. He poked her in the ribs, “Ellie, stop thinking and talk to me. I need to find a way to support myself, and I need your help to do it.”

“Okay.
A counselor.
Well, of course we need plenty of those on Earth. None of the one’s we have
are
likely to be as good as you, but you don’t have any Earth-type qualifications. In fact, you don’t have any papers at all. That could be a problem.”

She wrinkled her brow, “You’re going to need some. There are ways to do these things, people who could do it, at least all the crime genre books suggest there are, but I don’t know anyone.”

Peter
looked up at the ceiling, “I know some pretty powerful people. I mean, up there, you have the Supreme Being. He created an entire world in six days. There’s got to be a way of creating an identity for me.”

Ellie’s eyes widened until they hurt, “You mean you’d ask G…”

Peter
laughed, “No. I don’t think I need to bother the Boss. Someone on the lower levels will do it for me. I’ve always been a bit of a pet up there. It’s just another form of indulgence.”

“Oh. How will they send it to you?”

“Let me worry about that.
Angels
are good at discretion. We’re here all the time, but how many people ever realize that? Very few, and those who know it, can never actually identify who the angels are. Believe me, the things I need won’t be delivered to me in a fiery chariot, with winged angels driving, sounding golden trumpets.”

“If you have that kind of backup available, why do you need my help?”

“They can provide the papers, the ID, the qualifications, but you know how things work on Earth. You know where I can look for a job. You can tell me what exactly happens in a job interview. I’ve heard some strange things about those. They surely can’t ask the kinds of questions I’ve been told they do.”

“Why? What do you mean?”

“One of my clients said it was common to ask someone to name their biggest fault. That’s stupid. Why would anyone in their right mind tell a prospective employer the worst thing about themselves? It’s encouraging them to lie, and I can’t support that.”

Ellie giggled, “At least it leads to creative lying. You have to try to make your fault
a strength
, like ‘I tend to be a perfectionist” or ‘I am a bit of a workaholic.” Something
like
that.”

Peter
huffed out a disgusted breath, “It’s wrong, and it’s stupid. I won’t do it.” His eyes glowed with the blue fire of righteousness.

“Well, what will you do if they ask you to list your faults?”

His face was a study in complete bafflement. He opened his mouth to speak,
then
shut it again, “I’m an angel. I’ve never had to consider any faults.” He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, fist lightly clenched. “Curiosity I suppose. If I hadn’t had that I wouldn’t have fallen,” he looked over at Ellie, still lying naked on the bed, “but considering where it got me, and with whom, it’s hard to think of that as a fault.” He dropped his hand to Ellie’s shoulder, and straightened his head. “If they ask me such a stupid question I will refuse to answer. They will have to accept that.”

Looking at the clear determination written across his face, Ellie thought they probably would.