Orally

You don't want to risk further incurring the Angel's wrath, so you leave the hose where it lay. The puddle between your knees catches each new drop dripping down from both of your bodies like a ticking clock counting down the seconds before you give in--as if your current position could be anything else.

The Angel's skirt sits around your head, a sopping curtain, her hand an insistent pressure on top. Despite the chill of being drenched in a backyard shed, your breaths, steadily getting heavier, seem to fill the space between her legs with a growing heat. When you lean in toward her pussy, you can tell how much it contributes to the warmth as well. As wet as you got her, you have to admit she did a number on you as well, and your inhibitions seem to agree.

She suddenly leans her hips forward, and your lips meet hers--different ones, this time. You gasp softly, able to smell her need, and before long you can taste it as well. You never imagined it would taste so... devilishly divine. With a tentative lick, you swallow your pride, along with no small amount of the Angel's wetness.

A soft grunt above you precedes a tighter grip on your head through the skirt. You start licking with more effort, and her next noise is a moan. It drives you to be more earnest in the act, which is only helped by how much you find yourself enjoying it. You push your tongue deeper inside her, hoping it's good enough to earn her forgiveness.

Muffled moans join the slippery sounds of your oral ministrations, and your hand drifts between your own legs. You think about lifting your other hand to finger the Angel at the same time, but remember she only mentioned using your mouth. Would she mind a few fingers as well? You slip a couple into your own panties, your tongue slowing down as you consider it. It feels good enough to you, but you also liked the way the hose felt...