Love Lust and Angels (Parts 1 - 3) Read online

  At this moment, Jeremiel was grateful that right now, he was human as far as Naomi was concerned. She, needed not know otherwise. Jeremiel, moved the very same hand, very same finger and grazed the bare skin that revealed Naomi's cleavage. Her caramel skin was so desirable, completely delectable. So alluring to him. He wanted more. He needed more.

  Naomi sighed with his every touch. She reached her hand out and ran her fingers through his raven hair, making him sigh and close his eyes in pleasure as well. This was so much more than lust. Every touch was discovery, desire, intense passion growing between them. After she ran her fingers through his hair, she then gently brushed his rugged face with a single finger. This caused a tingle to run up and down his spine, making him yearn for more, so he moved in and kissed her fervently, beginning to undressing her.

  More! He needed to discover more!

  She immediately caught the signal and began to do the same. Undressing him in what seemed like a rampage of wanting. Getting to her feet, she then stood up in front of him – body naked and glistening in the sun. Jeremiel, swept his hand up and into her inner thigh, taking pleasure in the softness of her skin.

  She squatted in front of him to kiss him deeply and touch his bare chest, and at that moment Jeremiel raised a hand and stroked her now visible femininity with a soft finger. This caused her to moan in acceptance. She swept her hands across his chest from bottom to top then down his back in a single long motion. He pushed his finger inside of her open lips and stroked her, in and out, becoming pleased himself as he watched her reactions.

  With his other hand he reached to grab her rear and caress it as he continued to pulse his finger in her. She threw her head back, and her hair fell back with it. He reached to kiss her neck, her breasts and then she saddled him. His masculine muscle hard and erect, throbbing, wanting to enter her. She grabbed it and he huffed in pleasure. She stroked it a few times with her hand, then rubbed it across her labia once... twice... three times. With each smooth fondle, making him moan, anxious for more.

  Jeremiel was in an ecstasy and a bliss that he'd never known. This was all new to him. He'd never felt these things. Never had, had such sensations bestowed upon him. This was wholly new to him, and though accurate and mature, he shivered from the novelty of it all. However, when Naomi finally positioned his manhood in her opening and pushed herself down on it, he all but lost control. His entire body quaked with rapture. His mouth agape, his eyes closed, his hands pulling her closer to him as she straddled him and road him. Jeremiel grabbed her rear, coaxing her, assisting her for heightened pleasure. Her full, round bottom filling his hands and he liked it! All of it!

  Naomi, caressed him, kissed him, touched him like he'd never been touched before, all the while moving up and down on him. They both panted with zeal. Jeremiel's hair had become drenched in sweat and his body perspired in the perspiration that only great love making could produce.

  Naomi reveled in his strong body, the comfort that he produced, his large hands that discovered every curve of her body. She reveled in every second. Marveled at the indulgence of it all. Relished in the vigorous thirst to have him, the way that she did at this very moment.

  This could quite possibly be the very last time that she'd enjoy sex of this magnitude. She loved the way he touched her, as if he'd never felt a woman before. As if she was the first and only. She delighted in it. Still she road him...

  She began to feel the moment of climax approaching, her belly throbbing from within, her breathing became hard and unsteady. Jeremiel, too was almost to the point of eruption. He lowered his head and placed it upon her bare breasts, there he panted as he began to lose all composure. His member began to throb inside of her as he was so very close to reaching his peak.

  Naomi was so sensitive that she could feel it. She could feel as his manhood throbbed within her. This gave her unparalleled thrill. Her mouth flew open, as if she'd wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Her orgasm came with an explosive climax, and she all but lost complete control of her extremities. She went completely limp in his arms. With that Jeremiel too reached his orgasmic moment, exploding inside of her. His body tensed, making him by reflex, hold her tighter than before. He squeezed her close as his seed filled her.

  Moments later, then lay together, naked. He still touched her – caressed her skin with wantonness. He just could not stop. He wanted more!

  “Well, before we go again, the least you can do is tell me your name.”, Naomi pointed out.

  He smiled softly and affectionately, “Ah, yes. That would be of great use,” he kissed her naked breast, “I am called J.”

  Part 2 – Savoring my Angel

  Jeremiel lay next to her, just looking at her. She was fast asleep, laying on her side facing him, a few scant strands of her long curly locks falling to her face, breathing deep, both hands tucked under a single cheek, nothing on except for the bed sheet that scarcely covered her—their feverish love making causing her to fall into a deep sleep.

  Jeremiel reached a hand over to remove the hair from her face and in so doing softy grazed the skin of her cheek. Naomi shivered a bit but did not awaken. Jeremiel looked closer and could see the minute and almost invisible hairs on her arms stand. Goose bumps all over.

  He smiled. It amazed him that still, even after so much time had passed, he could (even now) have this effect on her. And, what was much more amusing was that she seemed to not even notice—or did she, and simply refused to admit it? He chuckled a bit under his breath. She was so bullheaded, so stubborn, but that liveliness was one of the things he enjoyed so much about her, “You are so beautiful.” he thought.

  A sudden thought hit him like a ton of bricks...

  She still had not found a compatible donor. It had been nearly six months. She was getting sicker by the day. At this rate, she wouldn't make it. He admired the fight within her. He applauded her zest for life, and even more than that, the fact that she never seemed to give up. But soon, if nothing could be done, (he realized at this very moment) he'd lose her.

  His heart skipped a beat. He swallowed hard. He felt his eyes moisten. Reaching his hands to his face, he rubbed his eyes. What was this? What was this emotion that suddenly invaded his inner most being? He'd never known feelings such as these. Why? He had no clue. All he knew at this moment, was that Naomi was facing her inevitable end, and THAT was the last thing he wanted! He needed her! He thrived on her! She had become his anchor, his fortitude, the splendor in which he delighted, the sweet link between the supernatural and the natural. She was now his everything. He realized how dependent he'd become on her existence. The dilemma was that this was much more than need, or desire – this sentiment, way surpassed those petty hankerings. What he didn't know, was why. What he couldn't understand was the sum of all of these feelings, emotions and thoughts. What did it all mean?

  Naomi, sleepily turned her position in the bed, and Jeremiel momentarily put aside his current thoughts and drew in closer to her in order to wrap his arm around her and hold her close—spooning her, cradling her with security. Tomorrow, he'd find out! Tomorrow he'd begin his search for his unanswered questions, and even (if at all possible) try and find her a cure. He could not let her die. He wouldn't! He had not forsaken heaven and everything therein to be with her, to then lose her to this ridiculous fate!

  Laying his head next to hers and snuggling close to her, he closed his eyes and decided to embrace this small moment of happiness, no matter how long it lasted.

  *****

  Morning had come, Naomi was afoot, already looping around the kitchen, getting her morning cup of coffee ready. She smiled at the sudden memory...

  “What is this?”, the intrigue that filled his voice, threw her off a bit. His cardinal hair slipping forward, losing from behind his ear as he poked his nose into the coffee cup in an awkward manner.

  “Seriously...?”, Naomi asked, she wasn't sure if he was playing with her or not.

  “Yes.”, he replied matter-of-factly.

/>   “It's coffee,” She replied, all the while thinking to herself, “Duh!!”

  “And what am I to do with this 'coffee'?”

  Naomi could not believe her ears. Was he really being serious? A person (on this planet) that didn't know what coffee was? No. Couldn't be. “You're kidding right?”

  “No.”, he responded in the same matter of fact tone as before, eyebrows drawn upwards in an almost amusing look.

  “You drink it,”, she said thinking to herself how unbelievable it all was, then proceeded in showing him how “Like this, J.” Then she sipped at her own still full cup.

  “Ah! I see! Very well then,” he said happily. The notion occurred to him, and he surmised, that ever since he'd taken his human form and decided to live as humans did, he'd been privileged enough to relish in many new things. Food and sex, being the best of everything he'd tried. Pulling his own cup to his lips he tipped it into his mouth and took a large gulp, “Ouch! 'Tis hot!”, he cried practically spitting the substance out as he scalded his tongue and throat.

  Naomi, could do nothing but bend over in pure, unadulterated, laughter. This was hilarious to her! Not only did the guy not know what coffee was, but then he seared himself in the process of trying it “Too damn funny!”, she thought to herself.

  Jeremiel pouted and then after only a second or two, finally found the humor in it all and began to laugh with her. Naomi, walked up to him, took his coffee in her hands and concluded the interesting experience with, “Baby, I think you might like iced coffee better.”

  The memory made her smile large as she poured J his cup and set it on the table. In that instant she felt arms wrap around her waist, the frame of a extremely well built man press up against her, and a kiss on the back of the head.

  “Good morning baby,” she said with a smile.

  “Pleasant morn to you also, beautiful woman,” with that he pulled her hair off of her neck and kissed it softly, “Ah, you have prepared my coffee once more, I see. Shall I pour ice in it this time also?”

  “Alright! So he talks a little funny! But damn is he so freaking cute!!”, she thought to herself as she giggled softly, “Sure baby. If that's what you want.”

  “What I WANT, is you,” he said with a bit of lust lingering in his voice as he teased her with a nibble on her earlobe, “But the coffee shall suffice for now.” he smiled, grabbed his cup and sat at the table.

  Naomi knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that she'd fallen head over heels in love with this man. Regardless of the fact that she had yet to know his real name, or anything about him. What she knew was enough. She knew the person he was—though she didn't know his past—and what she did know mattered more to her than anything else. She loved him so much it hurt!

  What hurt the most was that he came into her life, when she'd become aware that her life was hanging by a mere thread. So she knew, that this—what they shared together—wouldn't last long. That hurt something awful!

  She also didn't know how he felt about her. He'd told her time and time again that he needed her. But needing was very different than loving. She would not tell him how she really felt, until she knew that he felt the same way.

  Pushing her thoughts aside for just a moment, she reached over and gave Jeremiel a peck on the cheek, “I've gotta go baby.”

  “Where will you be going? To see your medical professional, once more?”, concern exhibited in his eyes.

  “Yes.”

  “Shall I accompany you?”, he stood to his feet and walked to her, then reached over to hold her. Comfort her.

  “No baby. It's okay. I can go by myself.”, the last thing she wanted was his pity. She needed his love, not his sympathy.

  Jeremiel, wanted to go with her. He felt the need to follow her everywhere. His biggest fear was to leave her alone, then never see her return. Yet, he also knew that he needed to respect her wishes, “Very well then, Naomi. As you wish.”

  “Okay. Well,” she reached towards his face, propping herself upon her toes and kissed him softly on the cheek, “I'll see you soon. K?”

  “Yes. Indeed,” he responded with a not so convinced look about him, a weary eye, and then pecked her on the top of the head, “Naomi, please return safely... I need you,” another peck on the top of her head, “I really need you. You do understand: do you not?”

  “Mhm,” was her simple reply, but in truth, she had no idea what he meant, “K. Bye.” grabbing her keys she walked out the door.

  *****

  Jeremiel poked his head out the window of her 2nd floor apartment and watched her cross the street and eventually disappear from his sight. With that, he morphed into his angelic form, opened a portal, and was off. His amazing, glistening white wings flowing behind him as he moved.

  He needed to obtain knowledge, understanding, of whatever it was that was stirring inside him – and he was going to find it!

  *****

  Naomi walked off in deep thought, “What the hell does he mean by 'need' me? I mean honestly! Is he that dense that he can't realize that we are in love? Holy shit!”, then as she tried to put two and two together, she finally considered, and figured that if he would not tell her that he loved her, then she'd merely enjoy the time they spent together. Be it much, or little. She'd savor every moment – delight in every second – regardless, if it led to more, or not. She didn't have much time left on this earth, so she might as well take advantage of every second of life given her. If it was to be just sex, then so be it. But if he finally came to his senses, than that would be good too.

  Life was (literally, for her) too short, and time too precious, for her to spend her entire day 'thinking' about stuff! Besides, men weren't meant to be understood anyway. Right?

  Right!

  *****

  Jeremiel landed in a large public park, fields of green as far as the eye could see. Pine trees, bushed, jogging paths, tennis fields, covered the expanse from one side to the next. People flooded the location—some for leisure and others for work. He observed some couples running together along the jogging path, as well as other couples that sat on blankets sipping on wine and having lunch together.

  The environment was over all enjoyable. Towards the other side he saw mothers watching over and playing with their children. The serenity in the scene was pleasing to him. He'd enjoy bringing Naomi here so that together they too could take part in this place.

  No one saw him. No one could! He had taken up his angelic, spirit form in order to remain undercover. He came here to observe, to learn something. What better suited way would there be to learn more about his feeling for Naomi, than by being around more humans. Especially humans that had mated “Those can teach much.”, he mused.

  Jeremiel, walked with pure intrigue. Processing. Learning. Absorbing. This was good. Walking past a couple that walked hand in hand he stopped himself and turned to follow them. They looked content enough with each other, that he believed they might be able to offer him a lot of knowledge.

  Pleasantly they walked along, smiling at each other, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears, the female laid her head on the males shoulder. An action which cause the male of the coupling to sigh lightly, then he stopped walking, refraining his female from walking further as well. Had Jeremiel not noticed in time, he would have very well bumped right into them.

  He halted on the balls of his feet, then continued to watch them in action. The male pulled the female in—much like Jeremiel had done numerous times with Naomi—then kissed her passionately. Again: nothing Jeremiel himself had not done before.

  However, one thing was different, as soon as he kissed her, he pulled back, looked her in the eyes and spoke tenderly and softly, “I love you, Stacy.”

  The girl softly blinked her eyes, apparently absorbing what she'd just been told, then responded, “I love you too, Justin.”

  Love! Yes, indeed – Love! That was it! This was the answer! At that very moment, at that very instant, at that very second, Jeremiel received his answ
er.

  He was in love with Naomi! He wanted her, he needed her, he lived for her, he would die for her – he was unquestionably IN LOVE with her! The revelation made his heart jump. It made him well up with emotions and expectations. It filled him with illusion and buoyancy. He was more than happy—he was elated! He could not wait to get back, to tell her! He wanted her to know that he loved her. He adored her. He needed her to know that he would always be there for her, and never, ever leave her side. Not just because he “needed” her—but because he wanted to, out of love!

  Yes! Yes, indeed—love was, absolutely, what he felt.

  With that thought, he turned, opened a portal, and went back to see Naomi.

  *****

  “Savor him!”, she thought to herself as she lay in the bed, sexy red lingerie, thigh high red pantyhose, garter belt, and foxy red heals. Her hair made in the manner that pleased him the most—lose and flowing. Face made up, and posed on the bed in the most sensual fashion she knew how, “Oh hell yeah! Feel and indulge in every luxurious bit! I'm gonna tear him up!” she reasoned within herself, “Just wait till he gets here!”