Prologue
HER SLOW-MOTION
STRIPPING
TURNED HIM ON
"Now stay very still," she whispered.
He stiffened his dark body like a mannequin. Angel worked on the button with her lips and teeth until it came undone, and then moved on to the next one.
She pulled his shirt out of his pants and undid the last two buttons.
Angel knelt down and nuzzled her face against the hardness of his crotch, blowing hot breaths through the fabric of his pants. Damien ached in his pants and he wished that she would hurry, but, at the same time, her slow-motion stripping was turning him on tremendously. Angel tugged at his belt and it came unclasped. She tugged at the snap at the top of his pants and pulled it loose. That left nothing but the zipper. Deftly catching the hook between her teeth, she slowly yanked downward.
Ziiiiiip!
Go down Angel, Angel go down
Fall to de ground and
Move it 'round and around
Go down Angel, Angel go down
Spread yo' white wings, and
Pleasure all things
Go down Angel, Angel go down.
... Jamaican Folk Song