Lindsey's hands flopped down and quickly encircled behind the archangel's neck, one to encourage but more to hold him in place. He was going wild though, the steady rhythm of wet heat enveloping him very much sending him to that precipice.

"Please," he cried, head tossed back so the line of his throat was exposed to the warm tropical air. He whimpered when the finger breached his sphincter, and although he clamped down on it at first, the suction on his cock quickly made him forget to stay tense against that slick intruder.

"G-gabriel... I can't hold on... g-going t-to...!!"