AUTHORS: Jill and Lynn
EMAIL: gryffon@netscape.net and lvirag@netcom.ca
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Continuation of Games We Play series, set after Clothing Optional; its Sunday!
DISCLAIMER: Angel and Buffy are not ours. Joss is a god, spiteful, but a god nonetheless. No copyright infringement is intended. We'll put them back until we want to play with them some more. If we ever recover from this one!
NOTES: Don't do this at home, folks. It's our own little universe that has never heard of disease or pregnancy, so watch it! We expect lots of feedback! We live for it! If we don't get it we'll hunt you down and torture you with more of the same! You have no idea what we went through! Up to and including an Instant Message session role playing Angel and Buffy, that if it ever were to come to light, would probably get us kicked off the Internet and our computers confiscated. Once again we are politely requesting that you let us know how many cold showers it took to get you through this one ;-> Turn on the Surround Sound and Technicolor.
She awoke slowly, in much the same position she fell asleep the night before, on her side, her head pillowed on a strong arm. She smiled in the darkness. Angel...her Angel...was pressed up against her back, sleeping soundly, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close even in sleep. Looking at the clock, she noticed it was only four in the morning. Snuggling closer to him and wrapping her arm around his, she whispered, "I love you." She drifted back to sleep in the arms of the man she loved.
He didn't know what awakened him at first. Then he felt her small hand pat his arm. He heard her whispered "I love you" and smiled against her hair. He squeezed her gently, pulling her to him a little tighter. He was never going to let her go. He heard her little murmur as she drifted back to sleep and smiled again. He closed his eyes and let sleep take him, holding the woman he loved in his arms.
The next time he woke, it was to the sound of running water...not the shower...she was filling the tub for a bath. He opened his eyes and looked toward the bathroom door, surprised to find it open. She never left the door open. She was sitting on the edge of the tub. He watched her pile her hair on top of her head and clip it in place. She bent over to test the water temperature with her hand and then adjusted the faucet. He could see the steam rising off of the water. She stood and stepped gracefully into the tub and sunk down, submerging herself in the hot water. The water continued to pour out of the faucet as she maneuvered in the tub. He saw her foot come up out of the water and press the dial, turning the water off. She laid there, relaxing in the hot water, eyes closed, arms resting on the sides of the tub. Sleepily he got up and silently padded to the bathroom, intending to join her.
She heard him. He bumped the door as he came in. She smiled a little smile, and without a word, moved forward, allowing him to step in behind her. As he stretched out in the water, his legs outside of hers, she settled against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, holding her to him, as he mumbled, "Morning..."
"Good morning, sleepyhead..." she teased gently, not quite awake herself.
Taking the soap in his hands, he washed her arms and shoulders, pushing her forward to reach her back. Pulling her back to him, he grabbed a leg and washed it and then did the same with the other. Then, with a little grin, he soaped his hands. Placing the soap back on it's little shelf, he flexed his fingers and she giggled. "Are <you> going to play Mr. Gropy now?" she asked hopefully.
"Yep," he grinned. "But I'm gonna grope a lot more than he'd get away with," he chuckled. With that, his hands began rubbing her stomach, spreading the soap over her skin, and working his way up to her breasts. He washed her gently, cupping her breasts, barely touching her nipples as his hands skimmed over her. When he tried to move lower, she placed her hands over his and said, "Do it some more, ok?" He went back to playing with her breasts.
He started to whisper in her ear. "Do you like that, sweetheart? Does it feel good?"
"Mmmmhmmm," she mumbled. "I love your hands. I love the way you touch me."
"I can't stop touching you. You're so warm and soft. I love the way you fit into my hands," he told her, filling his palms with her. "Your skin is so smooth." She squirmed against him a little and he chuckled against her back. Using his fingers, he circled the nipples slowly, making them harden. "I love these. So perfect...feel so good in my mouth...on my tongue."
She grabbed his fingers to make him stop. "Later. I need to finish my bath. You can grope all you want then." She didn't count on what he did next.
He took the soap again, lathered his hands, and slid them down her stomach until he reached the junction of her thighs. Fingers slick with soap slid between the lips, fondling her, washing her slowly, making her moan. Suddenly she found herself raised slightly by his thighs. His hands slid over her thighs and under her, caressing her bottom, slick fingers running quickly between the cheeks and then she was sitting in the tub once more. Cupping his hands, he rinsed the soap from her body.
When he was finished, she kneeled in the tub, turning around to face him. Taking the soap from him, she announced, "Your turn. Now I get to play Ms. Gropy."
Grinning sleepily at her he told her, "Grope away. Do with me what you will." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tile, waiting for her to start.
She giggled. "Never make an offer like that to me. You never know what I'll do."
Moving in closer, she pulled him forward by the shoulder so she could wash his back. As she raised herself to reach around him, he quickly captured a pert nipple in his mouth and gave a little tug. She slapped him playfully with a "Don't do that!"
"Can't resist. They're so pretty," he told her. "Taste good, too."
Every time she came close enough, he did it again. Finally, laughing, she pushed him back against the tub. He grinned at her unrepentantly. Using the palm of her hand, she tipped his head back to the tile, and told him, "Don't move."
She soaped his arms and hands, and then started on his chest, running her hands slowly over the wide expanse. Fingers tracing the outlines of muscle, she explored him. She dipped a soapy finger in his navel and chuckled when he squirmed a bit. She washed his thighs and legs slowly, touching every inch of skin. The water was cloudy; she couldn't see if this was having any effect on him. Sliding her hands under his thighs, she lifted him, almost effortlessly, to ease her hands under his buttocks, repeating his actions from earlier. With his hips slightly raised, she could see that he was hard, his cock bobbing gently in the water. *Yep...he's hot and bothered* Not wanting to start something that she wouldn't finish in the tub, she quickly washed him, causing his hips to thrust up a little, the head of his cock peeking above the edge of the water. Giggling, she bent down and took it into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it once, gave it a quick suck and then let it go, earning her a baleful glare and a groan. She threw his unrepentant grin back at him. "I have to finish my bath."
Rinsing him off, she turned around again, settling back against him, feeling his hard cock against her bottom. He'd get her back, but she'd enjoy it immensely.
She sat up slowly and reached for something. Her hand encountered only the rim of the tub. "Damn, left my razor in my bag." She started to get up, but he pushed her back into the water, stretching to reach the cabinet under the sink. He pulled out a men's razor and a can of shaving cream and placed them on the edge of the tub. Leaning back, relaxing in the water, he heard her say, "I didn't know if you actually shaved." He bent his head forward and rubbed his chin softly against her shoulder. "OK, now I know," she giggled.
"Not everyday. Doesn't grow real fast."
"That answers Will's question," she chuckled. He laughed too. He could just see Red's face when Buffy told her just how she found out.
"I will today though," he told her. "Don't want to scratch you."
"You don't have to," she told him softly. "Feels nice. Me on the other hand...why I took a bath instead of a shower." With that she reached for the shaving cream and took off the top. "Um...Angel," she began hesitantly. "This might work better if you <weren't> here...although I like it that you are..." she added quickly. She looked over her shoulder at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed...he wasn't moving. Shaking her head in resignation, she began the ritual. Raising her leg to the rim of the tub, she lathered her leg.
He watched her out of one eye as she began. As she touched the razor to her ankle, his sleepy voice stopped her. "Let me do it...?"
"What?"
"Shave your legs...let me do it..."
"Why?"
"Because I want to..."
She thought about it for a moment. *Why not...* She shrugged and handed him the razor. Before she knew what was happening, he had her turned around to face him, the foot of the lathered leg flat on his chest and was shaving her leg. She couldn't believe it. She watched his hand, entranced by the long slow strokes from ankle to thigh. If she hadn't been there, she never would have believed it...it...was actually arousing. After this she would never be able to do it without thinking about this. He was finished with one leg quickly and reaching for the other one. As he lathered her leg, she giggled. He looked at her with a grin. He placed her foot on his chest once again, but before he could start, she wiggled her toes against him. He tried again, but once again her toes moved. "Stop that," he told her. "I don't want to cut you."
"OK..." she answered. "Please continue with what you were doing."
She moved her other leg in the water...right between his legs. Rubbing up against him, she wiggled her toes against his erection. He looked up at her again with a stern, "Stop that." She gave him a wide-eyed innocent look. He grabbed her leg and placed it outside of his and then went back to work as she giggled again.
Somehow he got it done. Finished, he laid back in the tub again and looked at her with a lazy grin. She raised her legs out of the water one at a time, inspecting his work. "You do it better than I do. I always cut myself."
"Been around a long time. You get pretty good at some things," he told her.
She laughed. "Should let you do my bikini line. Be a heck of a lot more fun for me," she laughed at the image she got in her head at that one. She looked at him with a smile that slowly faded with his intense look. "What?...."
"You brought it up..." he told her.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No. Some women shave it all off instead. Why not? You've seen my work..." he said, gesturing to her legs.
"You <really> want to? All of it?" she asked incredulously.
"Why not...but only if you want to...I mean you already get rid of most of it."
Entranced by the erotic image he was presenting her with, she only heard his voice..."look so pretty...smooth...so sexy..."
She could only nod, having lost her voice. Again, before she knew it, he had pulled her forward and settled her on his thighs, raising her out of the water. Before she could change her mind, he began to work, the menthol in the shaving cream making her skin tingle. As the razor stripped away the hair, she grabbed the edge of the tub, white-knuckled, and watched him. The sharp edge of the razor, combined with the menthol and just the fact that she was in a tub...with Angel...and letting him do <this>...aroused her to a fever pitch. Her legs trembled. She was sweating in the hot water. She could only imagine what this was going to feel like when he...she giggled.
"Done..." he said, nonchalantly, as he rinsed her and lowered her back into the water, and removed the drain stop. He stood gracefully, intensely aware of her gaze upon him. He wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbed another one, and pulled her from the tub. He dried her off quickly, wrapping the towel around her when he was done. Grabbing her by the waist he sat her up on the vanity in front of him. He pulled the stopper on the sink and turned the faucet, filling the sink with hot water. Bending down, he pulled out another razor and twisted to retrieve the shaving cream from the rim of the tub. He handed them both to her. "Would you...? Usually cut myself. The no reflection thing."
"Oh goodie! We're gonna play sexy domestics!" she giggled again. He looked at her funny. She told him, "I've always wanted to do this. Think it's sexy."
He grinned at her. He loved that giggle. "Any other parts to the game?"
"Not that I know of...well, maybe you shaving my legs...but if I think of anymore, I'll be sure to let you know." She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her. She lathered his face slowly, running her fingers over his skin. Rinsing her hand in the sink, she picked up the razor and began to shave him. First she did his cheeks and then his chin. When she was almost finished, she nicked him on the jaw. Making a squeak of distress she stuck her finger over it before she realized it would be healed before she could blink. She grinned sheepishly at him. "DUH."
He grinned at her, moving in for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and returned it wholeheartedly. Drawing back she told him, "I like this. Makes me feel normal. Don't get that a lot." She wiped the remaining lather from his face.
"I like it too. I like having you here all the time. If I could get away with it, I wouldn't let you leave."
"I wish..."
"What?"
"Nothing...if I say anything I'll jinx it...so I'm not sayin' a word."
He didn't push her. Instead he picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom and headed back toward the bed.
He tried to drop her onto the bed, but she wouldn't let go of him. Lowering both of them to the bed, he reached around and grabbed her arms and unwound them from his neck and then twisted out from between her legs.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
He didn't answer. He bent down and opened her bag and began to rummage through it. He found it quickly. Her lotion. Climbing back onto the bed, he unwrapped her towel, laying her open to his gaze. When she saw what he had in his hands, her stomach did a flip. "Can we use that to...you know?" she asked, grinning in anticipation. He laughed. "I have other plans for it right now." Squeezing some into his hands, he began to stroke her skin softly, rubbing it into her shoulders and arms. Moving his hands down, he massaged her legs and feet and started to work his way back up. Using just the tips of his fingers, he smoothed the lotion onto her now exposed mound. She watched him stare at her. She laughed a little and he looked up at her.
"Feels strange..." she said. "How does it look?"
"You're beautiful," he told her, bending to place a kiss on her thigh. "Looks luscious...can't wait to taste you..." he whispered. He placed a kiss on her belly and began to move lower slowly. Spreading her legs, he settled between them, rubbing his face against her thighs, his hair tickling her skin. Her hand came to his head to caress and urge him on to his destination.
He took her hand from his head and placed it high up on her thigh, near her heat. Whispering against her skin he said, "I want to watch you. I didn't get to before..."
"What?!"
"I want to watch you do it...please...saw you yesterday...you thought I was asleep..." he murmured.
Understanding immediately, she flushed red with embarrassment at the thought. *OHMYGODOHMYGODHEWATCHEDMEICAN'TBELEIVEITOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD* "Why didn't you say anything?" she croaked out.
"Don't be embarrassed, baby...you were beautiful...please...I want to watch you..." He placed small kisses all over the skin he could reach, watching her face the whole time. Taking her hand he placed it where he wanted it. "Do it for me..."
Reluctantly, knowing that she could deny him nothing, she smiled at him, relaxing into his embrace. Slipping a single finger into her warmth, she stroked herself slowly, gasping each time her finger rubbed across her clit. Soon she was circling the little nub with a fingertip, then moving it back and forth quickly, causing her hips to move of their own accord.
He watched her fingers move over her clit, moving his head closer and closer. As he listened to her gasps of pleasure and her little moans, he knew that he wouldn't be able to let her finish by herself.
Extending his tongue, he licked her fingers as they moved in her wetness. Nuzzling them out of his way, he took over, opening the moist lips with his tongue so he could delve inside. Her hands came to rest on his head, running her fingers through his hair, pressing him to her as she arched into the pleasure of his mouth.
He lifted his head and found her watching him. He grinned at her, "Couldn't help myself." He gave a slow lick from bottom to top and raised his eyes to her again. "So sweet...feels so good against my tongue..." At his words, she lifted herself to him once again, crying out when his finger slipped inside her, moving in and out unhurriedly as his tongue worried her clit. Her hands clenched in his hair in a silent demand. He sucked it into his mouth and drew on it lightly as she wriggled in his arms. "Harder..." she whispered. Drawing strongly on it, he smiled against her when she pushed herself further into his mouth and squealed as she came on his tongue.
Slowly, she relaxed her tense body, lowering herself back to the mattress as he kissed his way up her damp body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down to her, circling his waist with her legs, pulling him down to her. She could feel him, hard and ready against her stomach. He grinned down at her flushed face. "I take it you like that, huh?"
"About as much as you do," she smiled back at him. She raised up a little to kiss him, and she could taste herself on his tongue. She rolled him over onto his back quickly, and made her way down his body, licking and nipping. When he moved his legs apart, she kneeled between them, her small hands rubbing his thighs and his stomach softly. She bent down, placing small kisses inside his thighs, as his hands came up to play with her hair. Copying his actions, she took one and placed it on his cock, under her own. He heard her, not surprised she would ask, "I want to watch you now..."
He looked up at her and grinned. She smiled at him and said, "You watched me, now it's my turn..."
Under her hand, he wrapped his own around his cock and started to pump slowly, using his fingers to rub the head. She watched him intently, moving closer and closer, until he could feel her breath on him. On one pass, after his hand had moved back down the shaft, she flicked her tongue against the underside of the head, and he groaned. She took him into her mouth slowly, moving his hand away and taking over. She felt his hands in her hair, as she took in as much as she could, sucking strongly as she moved her head back up. Releasing him to the air, she circled the head with her tongue until he groaned, and then slipped him back into her mouth. Over and over, she repeated the action until he knew he couldn't take any more. This time he pulled her off of him, drawing her back up his body, resisting and squirming. "Not finished yet..."
"Greedy little thing..." he chuckled at her whimper of protest. "I have other plans," he told her, his hands gliding down her back to squeeze her bottom.
"Are we gonna..." she asked, almost shyly, but then ruining the effect with a wide grin.
"Yeah...we're gonna..." he teased. "If you want to..."
Giving him an enthusiastic nod, her hands started to roam over his chest making their way down quickly. Grabbing at her hands, he chuckled. "Hold on...take it easy...we gotta find the ...." his voice dying off as he moved away from her, lifting the sheets searching.
"Find the what...?"
"You know what..." he told her, looking at her over his shoulder, eyebrow raised.
"Oh...that..." she giggled.
"Yeah...THAT..."
Practically diving under the covers, she began to help him look, pulling at the sheets and lifting the pillows, but she couldn't resist. Her hands started to roam over him again, and he heard her giggles from underneath the sheets. He groaned and tried to slap her hands away, growling out "If you'd help..."
"What do you mean...I am helping!" she giggled again as her hand ran up his leg. "Yeah...you're helping...yourself..." he muttered. "Why is it when I want something I can never find the damn thing?" he asked himself.
He heard a muffled laugh and a "You have that problem too?" from her as she moved another pillow.
"Just keep looking..." he told her, lifting the sheets and running his hands along the edge of the bed. "Maybe it rolled under the bed..." he muttered, and proceeded to lean over the edge to look.
She found the jar wedged between the bed and the wall. Digging it out, she turned to tell him she found it and was confronted with the sight of him hanging off the side of the bed giving her an eyeful. She giggled, startling him, and he lost his precarious balance and toppled off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud.
Laughing hysterically, she crawled to the edge of the bed and peered at him sprawled on the floor, leaning up on his hands. She buried her face in a pillow to try and muffle the laugher, but every time she looked at him she just had to laugh.
"What is so damned funny?" he growled at her.
"The look on your face for one," and her peal of laughter earned her a glare.
"We are NOT amused..." he ground out between his teeth, and she bit her lips to try and keep from laughing, looking him over head to toe. She giggled again.
"Oh, I'm SO happy to amuse you," he told her sarcastically. "But enough is enough." He was starting to get a little angry.
Quirking an eyebrow at him and hiding her hand behind her back, she asked, "Well, did it roll under the bed?"
"NO!"
"Well then, where is it?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Well, you had it last..."
Glaring at her, he muttered, "Just find it..."
"All right, all right..." she grumbled as she started moving pillows again, turning around and moving the sheets.
As he started to get up, he saw her move under the sheets again, catching a glimpse of something clutched in her fist. "Wait a minute...what do you have in your hand?"
He heard a muffled "What?" from under the sheet as her hand moved away from him quickly.
"You heard me...you have it, don't you..." he said as he grabbed her hips and pulled her out from under the sheet as she began to giggle and squirm."You made me look all over for it and you had it the whole time!"
"No I didn't...found it as you looked over the edge...your butt distracted me..." she laughed.
"Flattery is NOT going to work...you set me up."
"I did not!" she told him as she tried to pull away. "It wasn't my fault you fell off the bed...you're just a klutz..." she giggled.
"I...AM....NOT...A...KLUTZ..." he growled out. "And it IS your fault I fell off the bed. Now you're going to pay..."
"What are you gonna do about it," she taunted him playfully. In response, he grabbed her arm and started dragging her towards the edge of the bed. "Angel!"
"This..." he told her as he dragged her off the edge of the bed to land solidly on the floor.
"OW! What was that for?"
"Payback...what did you think...hurts huh?"
"Not really," she shot back. "I don't land as hard as you do," she snickered and tried to climb back onto the bed. She heard a "That's it," behind her and he grabbed her ankle as she tried to scramble away from him. Pulling her back towards him he held her leg off the floor to keep her off balance.
Looking over her shoulder at him, she giggled. "This could be interesting," she mumbled as she wriggled to get away.
SMACK!
"Oooooh......what?!"
"Behave."
"NO!" she laughed as she wriggled again, watching him over her shoulder as he raised his and to smack her again. But he started to grin, bringing his hand down to caress her instead. Grinning back at him, she wiggled under his hand and he lightly pinched her, making her squeak and then giggle again.
"You know something? You can be a real pain in the ass..." he told her, laughing, as he picked her up and tossed her on the bed.
She laughed when she landed on her back, and as she went to roll over onto the pillows, he stopped her with, "No...not like that...stay on your back..."
"What?...Why?...I thought we were..." she asked, puzzled, as she watched him reach for a pillow.
"Just something new...relax..." he told her as he folded the pillow in half.
"Okaaaayyy..."
"Lift up for me," he told her as he ran his hand along her hip. She pushed herself up a little with her feet, and he slid the pillow underneath her. Settling back down onto it, she maneuvered to get comfortable and laid back among the pillows behind her.
"That's it...feel ok?"
"Yeah, it's fine, but I still don't see how this is gonna work..." she giggled.
"Don't worry...you'll like this...leave it to me..." he told her as he bent forward between her legs and kissed her.
When he drew away, she continued with her speech. "Who says I'm worried, I'm not worried...I know I'll like it," she grinned up at him.
He held out his hand to her and she gave him the jar she still had clutched in her hand. Taking it from her, he sat back on his heels and watched her watch him.
He opened the jar and slowly coated his fingers. By the time he set it down, she was breathing heavy in her arousal. She felt herself flood with moisture at the thought of what they were about to do.
"Lift your knees just a little, baby..." he told her, his voice husky with desire. Immediately, she pulled her feet back towards the pillow and tilted her hips upward for him. Using one hand to stroke her thighs and stomach, his other hand slid under her, gently pressing against her tight opening. She pushed toward him a little, a small moan escaping her lips.
"Nice and slow, sweetheart," he whispered as he stroked her belly. Raising her feet, she placed them on his thighs, lifting herself upwards more, allowing him easier access to her.
"That's my girl..." her murmured, and he slipped his finger into her to the knuckle.
"Oh...wow..." she breathed, as he slowly slid the digit in and out, and she twisted her hips, silently telling him she wanted more.
He smiled down at her. "You like that?" he asked as he pushed his finger in deeper as she wriggled and hissed out her answer, "Yesssss."
The feeling of her movement on him made him growl low in his throat. "Want more?"
Unable to speak, she could only nod her head in the affirmative, watching him with passion glazed eyes, biting her bottom lip as he slipped his finger out, only to return with a second. He pressed in slowly, twisting his fingers a little, opening her to him.
He watched as she writhed in pleasure, her hands grabbing at the sheets to hold the room still. Smiling at her, he asked, "Like that, do you?"
"God yes!" she gasped out, her voice turning to a squeak as he pushed deeper into her. Staring up at him, she slowly clenched her muscles around his fingers, causing him to groan loudly. She released the hold when he twisted his fingers once again and started to move them rhythmically in and out of her. He brought his other hand down to her, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her clit and stroked her moist folds.
She thrust up at him and moaned. He pushed his fingers in deeper as she wriggled against him. He smiled down at her as he asked quietly, "Are you ready for me, sweetheart...hmm...are you?
"Yes...want you inside me..."
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he slipped his fingers out of her and reached for the jar again. "Watch," he told her, directing her gaze to his hands as he slowly lubricated his cock with his slick fingers. She started to breathe heavily and licked her lips slowly, making low moans in the back of her throat.
"I said you'd like this, didn't I?" he told her. "You like to watch too."
"Oh yessss...I like watching you..." she told him, her eyes never leaving his fingers. Filing that idea away for later use, she smiled up at him as he moved forward between her thighs, sliding her legs over his hips to rest on the matress. Her hands gripped the sheets and tugged a little as he drew his cock down over her clit, teasing her, and slid slowly down to rest at her tight opening, before pressing forward slightly. Pushing back towards him, she felt him begin to enter her, grabbed the sheets tighter in her hand and closed her eyes.
"It's ok, sweetheart...relax...you feel so good," he whispered to her as he pressed in. She wriggled a little against him as she felt the slippery head pop in and she pushed against him more.
"Oh god...you're so tight..." he growled out as he pushed further into her at a steady pace.
"Like it..." she mumbled. He answered with a hissed, "Yesssss..." as he pushed further and further into her.
He delighted in her gasps and moans of pleasure as she pushed against him, trying to take him deeper. "Almost there, baby...feel good?"
"Sooo gooood..." she whispered, opening her eyes and staring at him. The hand holding the pillow came down and slowly slid down her stomach to rest low on her belly. His eyes left hers and followed her hand until it stopped. Looking back up at her, he whispered, "Touch yourself for me..."
Smiling up at him, she told him "Watch..." and his eyes dropped back to her hand as she slowly stroked herself for him. He moaned loudly and thrust the rest of the way inside of her. She could feel his thighs pressed tightly against hers, his hips grinding against her.
"Yesss more ...," she hissed and slowly stroked her clit.
She heard a growled, " Squeeze me, " as his hips began to thrust more powerfully into her. Her tight channel closed on him...hard. "Oh god Buffy, you feel so good ..."
"Angel!" she squealed, as he pulled back and slammed deeply into her. He pounded rapidly into her, his thighs slapping hers with each thrust. "Easy," she whimpered, "Not so hard...too fast." She flattened her hand on his belly to slow him down, caressing him gently.
"Like this?" Angel whispered, forcing himself to slow for her.
"That's it...just like that," she moaned. She trailed her hand lower on him and then slid her finger down and dipped into her moist heat and then moved to rub her clit slowly. Angel moaned and slowly licked his lips, as he pushed rhythmically in and out.
"Tell me what you want, " he murmured, watching her intently.
"Make me come, " she breathed as he ground himself against her, "Mmmmm...yesss...more ...".
"Is this what you want?", his hips bumping and grinding into her heat.
"Ohhh ...like that ...so deep...", she whimpered, one hand in a white knuckled grip on the sheets, as she thrust against him. He looked down at her and she could see the change beginning as he pulled back and then thrust back inside her.
"Not going to last much longer ...", he growled pounding into her.
"Do it. Come for me, " she growled at him, just to see what would happen. His eyes glowed as he slammed into her and she could feel him pulse inside of her as he grunted loudly. He surged forward and his fangs closed on her breast, biting and sucking. Her hands came up to hold his head, her body arching into his mouth, as she exploded around him, her body holding him tightly.
His thrusts slowed until, finally, he stilled inside her, his mouth pulling and sucking at her breast mindlessly. As her breathing slowed, she wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him even closer, as his hand reached under her and lifted her higher into him.
"That has to be a new one, " she gasped, as his fangs slowly withdrew. She laughed with pleasure as he continued to suckle and gently tongue her nipple.
"Mmmm...you taste so good." She winced a little as he pulled away. "You ok ...didn't mean to hurt you ...never hurt you," as he gently kissed her.
"It's ok, Angel. You've never broken the skin there before...just a little sensitive. It didn't hurt until you stopped," she whispered, smiling and gently drawing her hand down the side of his face.
"Sorry, " he said with a silly grin. "I'll make it better." His mouth closed tenderly on her again, licking and kissing the tiny wounds. Her fingers slipped through his hair as she once again arched into his mouth. "At least...I won't...get...funny...looks...for ...this one, " she gasped.
"Better not," he growled, "No one sees these but me ..." She tilted his head up to look at him and smiled as he grinned at her.
"You said you'd make it better...you made it...you make it better." He nuzzled against her breast and slowly sucked it into his mouth, soothing her with his tongue. "Mmmm...best medicine in the world," she chuckled. "Too bad we can't bottle it," he laughed gently. "Nope, it's just for me, " she purred.
"Just for you, " he murmured, trailing a ragged line of gentle kisses from her breast, up her neck, and settling on her eager mouth, moaning as her tongue met his and then ran along his fangs. She drew her hands across his back, scratching him with her nails. He growled against her mouth.
"Like that?" she asked. "Yesss," he growled as she gently raked her nails across his shoulder blades. "You better stop that," he warned, his growl deepening. She giggled softly.
"You just don't know when to quit do you," as he snuggled into her neck and held her close.
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