Send Me An Angel (2 page)

Nothing in her house was out of date, or out of place or untidy. She was neat, maybe even a little bit fussy. A friend had once said no man felt comfortable enough to hang around Ellie, for fear he’d be treated like just so much more clutter, packaged up, put in his place and expected to stay there. “It would take a saint to live up to your expectations.”

Ellie didn’t think she was that bad. It was just she’d never really cared enough for any of the men she’d brought home, to put up with their sloppiness, their inability to use a coaster or a laundry hamper, their total refusal to even see why things needed to be kept in order.

There’d never been a man she felt comfortable having in her house. And if she wasn’t comfortable with a man in her house, she wasn’t comfortable with him in her life either. There was no reason for her growing suspicion that
Peter
was different.

Her angel chose that moment to stride, stark naked, into the kitchen.

Obviously, modesty was another concept he hadn’t had much experience with. While anyone, anywhere, would have to concede it was a sin to cover up a body like that, if Ellie was going to do anything other than stare at him all day, slack-jawed with lust, she had to get him clothed. As tempting as the idea was, having a naked man about the house just wasn’t feasible in the long term. The problem was
,
Ellie’s excessive neatness meant there was nothing for him to wear. He was much too big to fit into anything of hers. If any past lover had left any clothes in the house, they had long ago been washed, parceled up, and sent back to their owner.

The solution was obvious. She stood up.
“Shopping.
I have to go shopping for some clothes for you.”

Peter
looked from his naked body to her clothed one. “I observe that you wear clothing. I will need some sort of garments to fit in, won’t I?” He walked to the door. “Shall we go and get some?”

Ellie made a flying leap to the door, and managed to slam it shut before he walked out. “You
do
need clothes to fit in. So much so, you are not allowed to walk around in public without them. You wait here. I’ll go and buy you something.” She eyed his impressive physique. “I don’t suppose you know what size you are?”

“I take a standard third rank Seraphim. I’m a counselor, not a warrior, so I don’t need any protective equipment.” He looked over his shoulder. When he turned back, his eyes were bleak. “I won’t need provision for wings either.”

From the look on his face, she thought she knew the answer, but Ellie asked anyway, “Was it bad, falling?”

Peter
lifted those compelling eyes to hers. In them she could see infinity, just for a moment. “He,”
Peter
raised his eyes skywards, “would never have let me be a guardian angel. I was born of rebels. He wouldn’t contemplate giving me a job that let me leave Heaven, even temporarily. My duty was to help new arrivals. To listen to what worried them, to help them understand life in Heaven, to see how fortunate they were to be there. It was supposed to keep reminding
me
, too. Heaven was where I belonged. Instead, I listened to people who grieved for the earth. Who grieved for the ones they loved. For the things they left behind.
People who couldn’t bear the thought of never having sex, or love, again.”

His spread his arms wide. “Their longing for the physical was something I had no experience of, something I needed to understand in order to be able to help them. I came to see for myself.” He looked at her and smiled, “Falling was not so bad, really. After the first moment, I lost all consciousness. When I awoke I looked into the eyes of…” his grin turned mischievous, “someone who was not an angel.”

Ellie blushed when she remembered exactly what
she
had been looking at when she’d first encountered him on the step, and that reminded her she had to get him something to wear. She was reasonably sure K-Mart did not sell clothes size
standard seraphim
. She took a quick, visual survey to judge his size. Well, that was the intention. Quick, and visual, and survey did not go together in any way when dealing with
Peter
.

She closed her eyes. She scrunched up her face in order to keep them firmly shut. When she knew she couldn’t see him, was sure she wasn’t going to accidentally allow her lids to flutter open, she was able to say, “I have to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” At least she knew she meant that part.

She pushed him back down onto the lounge, gave him a quick rundown on the use of the remote and took off.

Chapter Two

When Ellie returned from her shopping trip, laden with enough clothes to keep Peter dressed for far longer than she could reasonably expect him to stay, he wasn’t alone. Her friend
Jeanne
was sitting beside him, on the sofa, snuggled up right next to him.
Jeanne
’s head was on his shoulder. His arm was wrapped around her, holding her close. The only thing stopping Ellie from hitting them both on the head, with her laden shopping bags, was that
Peter
was also firmly wrapped in the blanket.

And
the tears running down
Jeanne
’s face.

Ellie dropped the bags she was carrying, and walked to the couch. A long look from
Peter
stopped her. He gave a tiny shake of his head, not enough to disturb
Jeanne
, but a clear warning none-the-less.

Ellie retreated to the other side of the room, and watched as he bent to murmur something in
Jeanne
’s ear.
Jeanne
nodded, and let him gently wipe away her tears. Ellie could see his lips moving, and occasionally she heard the deep hum of his voice, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Whatever it was, it had a remarkable effect on
Jeanne
. It was only when Ellie saw the tight line of Jeanne’s lips relax, and two vertical grooves carved on either side of her mouth disappear, that Ellie realized they’d been there for some time.
Jeanne
hadn’t seemed happy for a while, but Ellie had ignored it, or just not noticed. How could she have missed the signals that something was wrong, when
Peter
had obviously picked them up right away?

Jeanne
drew a deep shuddering breath. She clasped both of
Peter
’s hands in hers and said clearly, “Thank you.”
Jeanne
looked up, and for the first time noticed Ellie, “Oh,
Ellie
. You’re back. I came early to make sure the arrangements for your birthday were exactly the way you wanted.” She sniffed and ran her hand over her cheeks. “I met your friend. We were talking about
David
. I know when he went to
England
to
work,
you said forget him and find another man. But I can’t, Ellie. I miss him so much. Your friend,
Peter
, was helping me with ways to cope - with some alternatives.” Her smile was watery, but definitely there. “He’s very good.” She turned back to
Peter
, “You must be a counselor or something.”

Peter
smiled, “Or something.”

Jeanne
drew a deep breath, and Ellie braced herself for the barrage of questions sure to come.
Jeanne
had been Ellie’s friend since kindergarten. She knew Ellie. Surely she, of all people, would be curious, amazed, stunned to find someone like
Peter
in Ellie’s living room. Ellie tipped her head on the side and waited. Any minute now,
Jeanne
was going to start demanding to know how a naked man came to be sitting on Ellie’s couch. Any minute she was going to start shrieking and threatening to call Ellie’s mother, or the police, or a psychiatrist. Her shock and curiosity were going to burst out of her.
Almost immediately.
Any time now.

Ellie waited.
And
waited.

After a long pause
Jeanne
spoke, “Ellie? What’s the matter? You haven’t said anything since you walked in.”

“
Jeanne
, there is a strange man, wearing nothing but a blanket, sitting on my couch. This is not some new decorating trend. Aren’t you at all interested in how he got there? Or why he’s there? Or who he is?”

Jeanne
smiled again, “Oh, I know who he is. He’s
Peter
.”

Ellie shook her head, “And that’s it? That’s all you need to know? He’s
nekkid
,
Jeanne
. Did you happen to notice that?”

“Maybe.
But when he explained…”

“Oh, he explained did he? I would love to know how he did that.”

Jeanne
looked momentarily baffled, “He said… He said…” her brow furrowed. “Well, I don’t remember exactly what he said, but it made perfect sense. I understand why he’s here.”

Ellie shot a quick look over to
Peter
. His grin had all the innocence of a twelve year old. Ellie was beginning to think his angelic face hid a very crafty mind.

Jeanne
headed for the bathroom to wash her face.

Ellie squared off and faced him. “How did you do that? Make her accept your being here?”

He winked. “That information is classified.
A need to know basis.
And not everyone needs to know.”

“And you can control it so people don’t feel the need to know?”

He smirked. Amazing how, with a face like that, even a smirk looked appealing.

Ellie gave him her patented glare again, “If that’s true, why didn’t you do it to me?”

He developed a sudden interest in the pattern of the blanket covering him. “When I first woke up, my mind wasn’t working quite the way it should have been. I, um, wasn’t fully aware of what I was doing. Even now, I don’t seem to have that kind of power over you. And then there was my body… I was being drowned in sensation.” He looked up at Ellie. She made a discovery. It was quite possible for an angel to look devilishly wicked. She cast her eyes downwards and gasped. The blanket covering him was starting to have a remarkable resemblance to a tent.
A tent with a very definite centre pole.

She licked her lips.

Peter
shrugged, “It’s you.” He followed her gaze, “This did not happen when your friend sat next to me, not even when I hugged her. This is part of sex, yes?” His grin got wider and even more devilish, “I think it wants to have sex with you.”

Ellie swallowed. It appeared a small mountain had lodged itself in her throat. “Having, um, er, sex, actually involves, should involve more than just that particular, um, more of your equipment, than…”

His eyes glowed, “There’s more? Show me.”

Ellie had no idea what she would have said or done next, if
Jeanne
had not returned from the bathroom at that moment.

Ellie shoved the bag of clothes at
Peter
and pushed him into the bedroom.

At the same time, her doorbell rang, and two more friends arrived to help celebrate her birthday. They were standing around making the usual cacophony of sound that accompanied everything they did together, all talking at once, joking and laughing, when a total, unnatural hush fell over them. Ellie’s back was to the bedroom door, but she could tell by the fixed expression on their faces, and the glazing of their eyes, that
Peter
had emerged from the bedroom.

Ellie turned, slowly.

She didn’t know what had compelled her to buy white jeans and a white shirt for him. If any one had asked her she would have said the combination was ridiculous, and far too likely to show the dirt. But she’d put them in the basket anyway.

And now she knew why.

His narrow hips and long, long legs encased in the white denim fabric, the shirt he’d managed to button up just wrongly enough to let the glow of his golden skin shine through, offering tantalizing glimpses of the muscled wall of his chest, looked absolutely…

“He’s divine,”
Casey
’s whisper was awestruck. “Where in heaven’s name did he come from?”

“Oh, he, er, I just…” Ellie’s voice trailed off. She looked at
Peter
, hoping he’d provide some explanation. He gave another minute shake of his head. She was on her own, “Um, he’s a friend.”

“You have a friend like him, and this is the first time we’ve met him? Does he have any friends? Will he introduce me to them?”

“I…
Yeah, sure.
If any of his friends turn up, I promise to introduce them.”

At that moment,
Jeanne
popped the cork on the first bottle of champagne. Questions were forgotten amidst laughter, and the scramble to catch the foaming wine.

Chapter Three

Her birthday party should have been awkward. They were four friends, tight in the way only time and shared experience could make them, and one stranger.
One male stranger.
He should have literally been the odd man out, but he fit seamlessly into the little group. As the champagne flowed and the jokes got bawdier, he simply leaned back, and listened and watched. He didn’t say much, just occasionally replied to a direct question, but he observed everything. His focus was intense. It soothed, rather than bothered Ellie. If she discounted the frisson of sexual excitement she got every time she looked at him, he was the most restful man she had ever encountered. His presence in her house, with her friends, seemed exactly right.

Several times during the night, Ellie looked up to find one of her friends sitting on the couch with
Peter
, obviously pouring her heart out to him. Each time, although there was no doubt
Peter
’s attention was focused on her friend, when Ellie’s gaze hit him, he looked up at her. And the force of that gaze went straight to her heart. He would give the tiniest smile, and, once again she could hear the sound of harps. Each time, she took another gulp of champagne in a vain attempt to cool her fevered cheeks.

By the time her friends had helped her restore her apartment to the pristine tidiness they knew she demanded, said goodbye, and headed out the door, Ellie was close to the edge of control.

Peter
stood up from the couch and stalked towards her. He stood in front of her, all golden and white, hot and sensual. “What else is there we can do together? Teach me.”

His hands reached for her, and Ellie’s control was gone. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. His lips settled on hers, and, for a moment, they remained motionless and rigid. Then he relaxed and followed her lead. He opened his mouth when she applied pressure. He drew in a quick breath when her tongue first penetrated, Then, as he grasped the basic principal, he reciprocated, running his own tongue over hers, stroking and exploring, developing a mastery so quickly Ellie would have realized, if she was able to think at all, that angels were very fast learners.

He pulled back. Not far, but enough so he could pant out. “I want to feel you. I want my skin to touch yours as it did before.”

Ellie could only nod and reach for his clothes. Their hands fumbled and brushed together. Buttons popped. He pulled at her shirt when it refused to come off. She tugged the white jeans down. They struggled to divest themselves of their clothes, while keeping as much contact between them as possible.

When at last Ellie stood naked in front of him, all movement, all struggle ceased. A sigh escaped from his parted lips, “Oh. You are so beautiful,” he looked down at his own chest, and further to where his erection strained upwards, “and so different. You do not have one of these. How can we have sex if you do not have a…?”

His face was puzzled, his confusion evident. If Ellie had not been aroused almost
to
screaming point, she would have burst out laughing, “It’s called a penis, or, or a cock or, well, it doesn’t matter what else it’s called. I don’t need one for us to be able to have sex. I…I have a place where…” she could feel the flush of arousal being replaced by the flush of embarrassment. He took her hand and held it, and the embarrassment began to subside. She led him to the bed and they lay down together. “How much did you actually learn about sex before you decided to come and experience for yourself?” she whispered.

He rolled onto his side and stroked his hand over her body, “I learned it was an immensely powerful drive. I learned that people were devastated to think they would have to do without it for eternity. That some people actually felt cheated, and that not all of the delights of Heaven were enough to fully reconcile them to its loss, but I never learned anything about what was involved. There seemed to be some strong inhibitions against explaining the actual process to an angel. I think Heaven has that effect on people.”

He was having a powerful effect on Ellie. Tingles and sparks trailed along the path his fingers took. She felt the hot moisture pooling between her thighs. The walls of her vagina twitched and clenched as the pressure began to build.

Peter
’s hand stroked lower, “Tell me, Ellie. Tell me what to do. Tell me what we will do together.”

She placed her hand over his.
Pulled it down.
Guided it between her thighs.
Pushed it towards her opening.
“Here
,“
she helped him slide one long finger into her pussy, “your cock goes in here.” She held his hand and moved it back and forwards, making his finger slide gently in and out. Her legs dropped open a little as his fingers dragged against her.

“Oh.
So tight.
So hot.
So smooth and wet,’ his voice was husky and broken. “And my cock will fit in here? Are you sure? It’s very tight.”

Ellie squirmed and arched, “Yes. Yes. It will. Put…Put another finger, or two in. See what happens.”

He obeyed, and Ellie shuddered with delight at the stretched fullness it gave her. Her hand reached down to rub her clitoris. She stopped. She had a man’s sexual education completely under her control. She was going to do something for women everywhere.

“There’s something else you have to know about before we go too far down that track.”

She pulled his fingers free, and, pausing briefly to mourn their temporary loss, she moved them to her clitoris. “This is a really important part of sex.” She stroked his fingers over the hard ball of flesh. An involuntary twitch shook her and she sighed. He once again demonstrated his ability to catch on quickly. He stroked her harder, watching her face intently as he did so. What he saw there obviously told him what he needed to know, because he began a rhythmic pushing and circling that had her lifting her hips in delight.

“Ellie?”

She was almost too far gone to hear him, but there was something in the plaintive tone that called her back to awareness.

“Huh? What?”

“Ellie, my cock hurts, and my… the things underneath it.”

“
B
,balls
. They’re called balls.”

“Well, my balls. They feel tight, and full, and my cock…I want to rub it like I did before. Should I do that? Or is now the time when I can put it inside you. I would like to do that. It felt so nice when my fingers were in there.”

A groan escaped Ellie, “Yes, yes, now is definitely the time to put it in.”

She wrapped her fingers around his cock. It jerked and pulsed under her hand.

Peter
grunted. “I think it’s going to explode again.”

With an extraordinary effort of will, Ellie manage to gasp out, “Try not to let it. It will be much better for both of us if you can stop it from doing that for a while. It’s better if it
l
..lasts
l..
longer
.”

As the tip of his cock slid in, his muscles went rigid. With a sudden thrust he took the initiative from her, and, flexing his hips, buried himself to the hilt.

The moan that burst from him seemed dragged up from the depths of his being, “That feels so good.”

He lifted his hips and his cock began the long slide outwards. Ellie wrapped her legs tightly around him. Surely he didn’t imagine that was it? There was no way she was letting him out of there yet.

“You haven’t finished. You can’t
g
,go
yet.”

Peter
snapped his head up, “Go? I don’t want to go. I want to stay inside you forever. I might never leave here again. It feels wonderful. Incredible. I want to get as deep as I can.”

He plunged back in, hard and powerful. His thrusts slammed her back against the mattress. She arched her back to follow his outwards stroke. The pounding, thrusting rhythm surged through her body. A hot, glowing coil of need wound tight inside her. Her skin burned. The pulsing waves of orgasm built around the hard drag and release of his cock against the tight walls of her pussy.

She tried desperately to hold it off, tried to make the incredible sensation last, but the relentless
pistoning
of his hips, and the harshness of his breathing, told her he wasn’t going to be able to hold out long. His control was gone.

She gave herself up to the need whirling through her. He plunged into her over and over again, stretching her, burning her, fuelling the devouring flames.

Her vagina pulsed and clamped around him. The groan forced from his lips was short, choppy, and desperate. His whole body tensed and quivered. He lifted his hips and drove his cock hard and deep.

With a scream she let herself go. Let the waves of her orgasm carry her away on a sea of sensation.

The instant she began to convulse around him, her angel rammed his cock hard into her. He shuddered and shook as he emptied himself into her.

He collapsed, face-down, on the pillow beside Ellie, his considerable weight pinning her to the mattress.

She tried to draw much needed oxygen into her heaving lungs, but the shallow breaths his weight forced her to take, weren’t enough. She shoved at his shoulders. He stirred, grunted semiconsciously, and rolled to his side. Ellie’s chest expanded with the inrush of air.

Beside her, celestial blue eyes, cloudy with the drowsy aftermath of passion blinked open. Those perfectly sculpted lips stretched into a wide smile, glowing with deep sensual satisfaction.

“Oh, so that was sex. Wow. You’re right. It is much, much better to do it with someone else. I was very good, wasn’t I?”

Ellie pushed away the lock of tawny blond hair that flopped into his eyes. His very masculine grin made him look more devilish than angelic. So devilish, Ellie couldn’t resist jolting him out of his smugly satisfied complacence.”

“Yes. You were good.
For a beginner.
You still have a lot to learn, though. Next time you’re going to have to exercise some self-discipline.”

If she’d thought to unsettle him, she was sadly disappointed. Instead, he bounced onto his knees, all enthusiasm and energy. “We can do it again? Okay. What do I have to do?”

Ellie was about to explain that, as eager as she was to repeat and improve on the experience, she needed a little time to recover. She’d barely got the first word past her lips when
Peter
gave a little gasp of horror. His face went white, and his smile disappeared as if it had never been. He clutched his hand over his penis. He turned stricken eyes to Ellie. “It’s broken. I want to do sex with you again. I want that very much. I want to learn what else there is to know,” his voice became almost a wail, “but, Ellie, I think I was too rough with it, and now it won’t work any more. I didn’t mean to break it.”

He looked like small boy who has been careless with his favorite toy. His bottom lip dropped and quivered. Ellie expected him to burst into tears at any moment. She knew she shouldn’t, knew it was cruel, but she had no control over it. She laughed. She flung her arms around him, buried her head on his magnificent chest, and chuckled until the tears rolled down her cheeks.

The golden muscles on which she rested her cheeks moved in and out. Each measured breath told of his offended dignity. The arms surrounding her were tense. She lifted her head and swiped a hand across her cheeks, “I’m sorry. I know you don’t understand. I, I’ll explain,” she gave a little hiccup, but managed to keep a fugitive giggle from escaping. “Nothing is broken. In a while it will work perfectly again. After, after, we’ve …done sex,” she stopped to bite her lips – hard. “After you come, it just takes a while for things to, um, reach peak performance levels again.”

He took a moment to assimilate that, “Is it because all the stuff that escaped needs to be replaced?”

Ellie rubbed her forehead, “I think it’s partly that, but I think there are other reasons too. I’d have to look it up. But I do know men just need a little time to recover.”

She gave the organ in question a long gentle stroke. It stirred and stretched a little in response. “Look. It’s starting to get better, er, recover, already.”

Peter
looked down to where his cock was gradually filling, thickening and lengthening. Not much, but enough to allay his worst fears. The tension left his shoulders and he flopped back down on the bed, “I was so scared. I thought I was never going to be able to, you know…again.”

“You will, believe me you will. But not, I think, tonight. It’s been a very long, very strange day. I have to work in the morning, and you, you’ve had enough to learn for one day. Go to sleep,” she kissed him. A sweet, angelic kiss she didn’t allow to develop into anything further. Before she’d had time to settle herself, the deep, slow rhythm of his breathing told her he was asleep.

She took a moment or two to reflect on the strangeness of the sensation.
A man in her bed.
For the night.
It had never happened before, but, then, the man in her bed had never been an angel either. Maybe that was why it didn’t feel wrong. Why, it felt remarkably, beautifully, excitingly okay.

It felt so okay she almost slept through her alarm the next morning. When she finally opened her eyes, panic set in. Every bit of her body wanted to shake
Peter
awake and continue his lessons, but she had to go to work.

She had never, ever, been late to work, and nothing, not even the beautiful man slumbering next to her, his face, in sleep, radiant and pure, was going to change that.

She was showered, dressed, hair pulled back in the way she usually wore it for work, and just stowing her phone in its place in her bag, when
Peter
’s eyes blinked open. His welcoming smile faded as he looked at her and the preparations she was making. “You are not staying here with me. Why?”