by Tamara
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Buffy and Angel. They belong to Joss. I'm only borrowing them to have a little fun. When I'm done, I'll send them back, their memories cleared of any mischief they engaged in during the course of the story. Oh, and Angel will be a little late. We've got unfinished business.
Angel laid back and closed his eyes all his thoughts centered on
what a very talented mouth Buffy had. He'd known, of course, that her
mouth was lethal, when either delivering sarcastic lines while
disposing of vampires or assaulting his own as they shared a
passionate kiss. He'd just never appreciated how great it actually
was. Not until this moment. He looked down to where her attention was
focused on his lap. His hips bucked, instinctively as Buffy fastened
her lips around him, sucking gently. She removed her mouth from him
and she ran her tongue around the head of his cock before taking him
once again in her mouth. Over and over she repeated the process and
Angel knew if she didn't stop soon, he'd be finished before they even
started.
"Buffy, honey," he said hoarsely as he struggled for control. "Buffy,
you need to come up. Now."
But she ignored him. She cupped his balls in her hands, fondling them
gently as she sucked on him. Angel knew he couldn't take much more.
Pulling her off him he dragged her up, switching their positions.
Buffy looked annoyed that he'd distraced her from her task but when
his tongue slipped into her she purred in contentment. Angel smiled
at the sound. The Slayer wasn't the only one with a talented
mouth.
Buffy threw her head back as Angel's mouth worked it's magic. His
tongue flicked her clit, sending shivers of sensation up and down her
spine. As his tongue circled the little nub of flesh, he reached up
to take her breast in his hand, rolling her hardened nipple between
his fingers. His other hand found it's way down her body to the nest
of curls that surrounded her femininity. He slipped one finger, then
two inside her warm, wet center and his lips fastened around her
clit. Sucking gently, he pumped his fingers repeatedly into her.
Buffy tightened her thighs around his head, her hips moving in time
with his fingers. Angel added one more finger, opening her up to him,
increasing her pleasure.
"Angel," she gasped as orgasm aproached. "I need you...inside me.
Now."
Angel nodded in acknowledgement. Buffy moaned when his mouth left
her, but she didn't protest as he lifted her in his arms. Angel laid
down on the expensive Oriental rug that graced his floor and then he
wrapped his hands around her waist, lifted her up and settled her on
him. A strangled cry of delight erupted from her throat as his cock
slid deep inside her, filling her completely and she lifted her hips
eagerly in response.
Angel smiled at her then, his arms crossed behind his head, as he
stared at her above him. "Show's all yours, honey," he said to her,
his voice deep and husky. "Do with me what you will."
Liking the possibilities that possibilty provided, Buffy wasted no
time getting started. Leaning forward, she placed her lips on
Angel's. He opened up to her immediately, encouraging her
explorations. She could taste herself on his tongue and slipped hers
deeper inside to taste more. She lifted her hips, slightly, and Angel
groaned as he slid to the hilt inside her. Without pulling her mouth
from his, she took his hand in hers and slid them down her body until
they reached just the spot she was searching for.
Together, their entwined fingers stroked her clit as she moved slowly
over Angel. She sat up, suddenly, her hand leaving Angel's as she
concentrated solely on him. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she
rocked back and forth, riding him expertly. Soon Angel's hands
spanned her waist, holding on as he slammed into her moving in time
with her thrusts. Finally, they came together, hoarse shouts of
ecstasy joining the echoes of their moans of passion. Spent, Buffy
laid her head against Angel's chest, pressing little kisses against
his heart. After a minute, she looked up at her lover, smiling when
she found him watching her.
"Is it my turn yet?" she asked, her voice holding a hint of
eagerness.
Angel smiled. "Don't you think we've done enough for one night?"
"Are you saying you can't handle me?" she asked, with a smile.
Exasperated, he sat up, dislodging her from her comfortable position
against him. "Dammit Buffy! Even vampires need a break," he
explained, annoyance mingling with disbelief in his voice. "God,
you're an animal."
"Last time, I swear," she pleaded, holding up a hand. "Slayer's
honor."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Looking into her eyes, he knew he'd give in. Getting up from the
floor he reached down to help her up. "Alright, alright. I give in."
He couldn't help smiling as her face lit up at his agreement.
Jumping into his arms, she hugged him briefly. "Angel, you're the
greatest."
He shrugged. "I know." He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her
lips. He placed her back on her feet, he took her hand in his. "But
this time we use the bed. The floor hurts too much, thanks to your
stunt in the shower we flooded the bathroom, and the kitchen table's
broken."
Buffy just smiled, grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed with
her. "This time let's see if we can bust a spring in the
matress."
THE END
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