Here it is! Finally. The sequel to An Engaged to be Merried Christmas. You do have to read that one first. If you haven't, go do it!
Please let me know what you think of this chapter. I debated about making it a stand alone piece and then writing the sequel separately, but I decided to just put it all together. I hope you guys enjoy this. I know it's been a long wait!
Ch. 1
"Aloha!" Buffy giggled as she walked into the beachfront room her and Angel would be sharing for their Hawaiian vacation. "Look at the view," she gushed and when Angel glanced out the window at the vast ocean he was taken aback by its beauty. "Oh there are SO many things I want to do while we're here."
"Any thoughts on how you want to get started?" Angel asked and Buffy grinned.
"I was thinking we could buy you a really hot Hawaiian print shirt and-"
"Not happening," he cut her off having already heard this argument a number of times.
"Oh come on Angel! You only have to wear it while we're in Hawaii," she pouted and Angel glared at her. She knew he couldn't resist that pout and she definitely used that to her advantage. "You wore Mickey ears in Disneyland."
"I did. And it is one of few moments in our relationship I would change," he told her.
"But you looked so cute!"
"And you will never let me live it down," he chuckled. Only Buffy could get him to even consider wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
"Fine. No Hawaiian shirt. But you have to wear a lei. We are in Hawaii after all," she insisted.
"The things I do for you," he sighed with a smile before pulling her close for a kiss.
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Angel smiled as he thought of how excited Buffy was about her oceanfront massage. It was a couple's massage that came with the package Joyce booked, but Angel wasn't big on letting strangers rub oil all over his body. So he'd let Buffy go ahead without him while he planned something a little more personal for them later.
He had organized a romantic dinner for that night with the hotel. It would be brought to their room and set up as soon as Angel sent them the text message saying they were ready. He'd ordered champagne and a dozen red roses. And he'd insisted on candles being lit around the room. He wanted it to be as romantic as possible. They hadn't really had time for candles and romance yet. It was Valentine's Day after all.
So after he'd dropped about $500 for all that, the concierge had been incredibly helpful in suggesting other activities nearby. And Angel knew exactly which ones Buffy would enjoy.
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"Angel have I ever expressed a desire to go hiking?" Buffy asked him ten minutes into their hike. He glanced over at her and couldn't help but chuckle. "Because if I did, I take it back."
"Where we're going isn't far. And trust me. It'll be worth it," he assured her handing her the bottle of water they'd been sharing. He was also carrying a large cooler and two other bags. Buffy had offered to help, but he figured the last thing they needed was her laden with heavy baggage hiking on uneven terrain. She got hurt too often so with her that was just asking for trouble.
And so far their vacation had been perfect. Buffy didn't have classes on Fridays or Mondays, and her class on Thursday had gotten canceled, so the only day she was missing was Tuesday. It worked out perfectly. And maybe he could convince her to skip her class Wednesday and spend the day in bed at home. He had a feeling that after a long weekend with her in Hawaii, on Valentine's Day no less, it would be hard to let her go right away.
"Looks like we're here," Angel said as he spotted what the concierge had told him about. Buffy looked up and he heard her gasp lightly.
"Angel, this is beautiful. How did you find this place?" she asked as she looked around. The waterfall was small and private and absolutely breathtaking. There was a small green area, just big enough for their picnic.
"I had some help. Apparently it's not a big attraction for tourists," he shrugged. "But I heard it was great. And private. I thought it would be a good way to celebrate Valentine's Day," he smiled as he set the cooler and bag down at their feet. "What do you say?"
"It's incredible," she let out a surprised laugh as she took in the sight. "You sure don't see this sort of thing back home," she murmured as she watched the water rush down into the inlet below. "God just…listen to it," she whispered and Angel did notice the constant rushing water had a peaceful quality to it. "I love this. I'd hike here any time."
"I'm glad," he chuckled knowing she hadn't been a big fan of the hike. "Does my Valentine desire a picnic?" he asked with a cheesy grin and she burst out laughing. He pulled a blanket out of the bag and spread it out on the ground.
"Your Valentine thinks that would be lovely," she smiled playing along. There was something about being here in Hawaii with him that made her feel so carefree. Maybe they should come back here for their honeymoon…
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"NOW who's the one getting hurt?" Buffy asked as Angel flexed his sore thumb on the walk to their room.
"It's a slightly strained thumb. Not a brush with death," he shot back. "I'll be fine."
"Maybe if you had let me carry one of our thirty-five bags you wouldn't have gotten hurt," she pointed out but he merely scowled at her. She knew he wasn't hurt badly, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him after he was always so adamant about her being careful.
"I didn't want you walking down that gravelly path with all that stuff," he pouted and she smiled. "And it'll be fine in a couple days."
"Well until then I guess I'll have to take care of you. We'll just…have to order food," she admitted and Angel couldn't help but smile. She unlocked their room, set down their bags, and helped him inside. But when she looked up she was stunned by what she saw. There was already a dinner ready for them on the table and candles lit throughout the room. The blinds had been drawn and the lights dimmed and the atmosphere was so romantic her breath caught in her throat. And that was before she'd seen the dozens of red roses. "Angel…" she whispered, her voice cracking as she shook her head to clear the tears from her vision.
"Happy Valentine's Day Baby," he whispered and she flung her arms around his neck.
"You didn't have to do this."
"Well you didn't have to say yes when I asked you to marry me, but I'm really glad you did," he smiled and Buffy grinned as she hugged him tightly.
"I didn't do anything nearly as romantic as this for you," she warned and he chuckled.
"That's okay. This is sort of for me too," he whispered conspiratorially. When she smiled he took her hand and led her to the table. "Shall we eat?" he asked as he pulled her chair out for her.
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"This was perfect Angel," Buffy grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "How ever will we continue our holiday celebration?" she asked teasingly as he was already backing her towards the sectioned off bedroom of their room. "Hmmm?" she pressed not really expecting a verbal answer.
"Well," he spoke softly as his hands caressed her waist. "I was thinking of lying you down on that bed, slowly taking off all your clothes, and kissing every single inch of your body. What do you think?"
"I…think that would be an excellent idea," she forced out as she felt his breath on her neck. He gently pushed her down until she was sitting on the bed and he was kneeling in front of her.
"That's just the beginning," he promised with a smirk as his hands ran under her shirt. He raised it up over her head and flung it to the floor. "Because it's Valentine's Day. We need to reach some monumental event today," he chuckled only half joking.
"I don't know about a monumental event, but if you could undress me that would be nice," she whispered and Angel chuckled. She was still in shorts and her bathing suit and he was in a rather playful mood.
"I don't know Buffy. This thumb might slow me down," he teased as his fingers toyed with the strings around her neck. "So we'll just have to take it slow."
"I hate you," she whimpered with a pout so adorable Angel had to kiss her. His hands cupped her breasts through her suit and she pulled him down until he was lying on top of her.
"You are so impatient," he smiled as he reached up to untie the strings around her neck. "I love it."
"How about you love it while you get me naked?" she said pointedly but he merely chuckled as he left her top in place just to torture her a bit more.
"I told you my injury was going to slow me down," he smiled against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her neck.
"Maybe I should take over then," she gasped as she pushed him until he rolled onto his back. Climbing on top of him she quickly untied her bikini top and threw it on the floor. "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself more," she smirked. Reaching down she pulled his shirt over his head and ran her hands up and down his bare chest.
Resting on his elbows Angel smiled up at her, knowing she wanted him to be passive. But the sight of her breasts, pale compared to the tanner skin around them, sent him into action. Sitting up with her on his lap he wrapped his arms around her waist. Without a word, he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned at the unexpected move and buried her fingers in his hair to hold him to her body.
"Angel," she murmured shifting her hips on his lap. Rubbing against the bulge between his legs caused a shiver to course through her body. "God that feels so good," she breathed tilting her head back as he switched to her other breast. He brought one hand up to cup the breast he'd just left and she shuddered in his arms. Angel listened to her heavy breathing above him and he used his free hand to press her hips harder against his erection.
Annoyed with the layers of fabric still between them Buffy pulled away, reaching down and unbuttoning her denim shorts. They were flung to the floor in seconds. Angel moved to roll her over, but she stopped him. Not a word was spoken as she crawled back up his body and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Their tongues clashed together almost violently as they fought for control. Angel groaned against her mouth as she bit his lips. With Buffy on her knees on top of him he grabbed the backs of her thighs, slowly working his fingers closer to where she wanted to feel them most.
Buffy tried to catch her breath, but with their chests pressed against each other, his tongue dueling hers, and his strong fingers creeping up her thighs she just couldn't. She couldn't even find her voice to tell him what to do. Or beg for it. At this point she would beg. And when his fingers slipped under her suit and dug into the flesh of her bottom she nearly did beg.
"Angel," she whispered so quietly she didn't think he'd even heard her. He was patiently massaging the muscles of her upper thighs and backside, never once moving closer to her center or removing her bikini bottom. "Aaa…Angel," she moaned as he pulled her down against his arousal. "You have any idea how good that feels?" Buffy asked breathily.
"Yeah," Angel husked out, grinding her into his lap. "I do," he told her, surprising her when he slipped two fingers inside of her. Her loud gasp spurred him on as he worked his hand into her despite the bikini bottoms that were still in the way.
"Please," she whimpered as his fingers gently massaged her from within. Thrusting her hips onto his hand, she was frustrated when he kept his pace slow. She untied the strings on either side of her bikini and threw it to the floor leaving herself naked above him.
"Buffy," he scolded playfully.
"You said it yourself. I'm impatient. Sue me," she growled resting her hands on his chest and riding his fingers. "If you weren't so…" she moaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Digging her nails into his skin she continued. "Damn good at this, I might be able to wait."
At the cocky smirk that took over his face she tried to roll her eyes, but they fell shut instead. She was breathing hard and he had her right on the edge. His thumb brushed her clit and when Buffy's teeth sank into her bottom lip, Angel removed his fingers completely. Leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied he gave her a challenging look and she glared at him.
"I will get you back for this later," she warned. "Make me come, Angel," she ordered and he let out a groan at the bossy tone of her voice. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her up until she was straddling his face. When his tongue met her soft folds Buffy cried out. "Yes," she gasped as his mouth clamped onto her clit. When he pushed his two fingers back inside her she cried out at the double sensation. "Ohh…you're so talented," she muttered in half annoyance. When he chuckled against her she groaned. He was so paying for this later.
"You want me to let you come, Baby?" he asked, tapping her clit ever so lightly with his tongue. "Huh?"
"Yes, dammit," she bit out. This time, when he took her clit into his mouth he sucked hard and without teasing. Her body was screaming for release and when he bit down she let go. She shuddered against his mouth, and he slowly let up the pressure against her clit, but she was still feeling every slightly touch. "You're such a tease."
"You love it," he shot back, grinning when Buffy crawled back down to take off his swim trunks. They were quickly in a pile on the floor. He knew she'd have something in store for him. He never got to tease her like that without her turning it back around on him. In fact, he had a feeling that was one reason he loved to tease her so much.
He was expecting her to taunt him, go slow, and use her knowledge of his body against him. So when she sat up and impaled herself on him in one stroke he yelled in surprise. But when she moved above him he couldn't hold back a low groan. He loved watching her as she was riding him. Her hair flowing down her back, her breasts swaying with the movement, and more than anything, that look of utter satisfaction of her face.
"Buffy," Angel grunted as he thumbed her nipples. "Come here," he murmured pulling her down for a kiss. As her hips shifted, she moaned, and he couldn't take it anymore. So while locked in a hot kiss he rolled her over until she was under him.
"Don't you dare tease me Angel," Buffy gasped but was silenced as he thrust deep and hard inside of her. Wrapping her legs high around his waist, Buffy was lost in him. She loved the way he felt inside of her. Like every bit of skin was touched.
"Look at me Buffy," he demanded, and it was only then that she realized her eyes had closed. When they met his intense gaze she moaned lightly. "Are you going to come?" he whispered gruffly and she whimpered knowing he was back to the teasing. Only this time it was verbal and he was still thrusting into her at a steady pace.
"Yes," she answered clutching onto his shoulders trying to urge him on.
"Are you going to scream my name?" he asked and she huffed even as she arched into his body.
"Maybe," she shot back, tired of him being in control. If nothing else she wanted to irritate him a little. But instead of showing any frustration, Angel merely smirked. Bending down he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. His thrusts now back up to a steady pace, Buffy thought she might combust from the sensations. Running her fingers through his hair she tried to relax and just let her body feel, but it was too much.
"Just let go, Baby," he whispered in her ear as his fingers snuck between their bodies to rub her clit. "Come for me."
"Angel!" she exclaimed as she exploded under him. With her head thrown back against the pillow Angel was sure it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He kept the pressure on her clit, and she squirmed against him. "Please," she begged desperately as another climax washed over her. This time Angel couldn't hold back and he released deep into her.
Breathing heavily he collapsed next to her, completely spent. He rolled onto his back and pulled her against his side. Placing a soft kiss on her hair he smiled.
"You're incredible."
"You're not so bad yourself," Buffy smirked leaning up to press her lips to his for a short kiss. "We're going to have to shower," she mused and Angel grinned.
"Don't figure out my master plan!" he teased and Buffy chuckled as she laid her head against his chest.
"Maybe a bath would be better," she mused tiredly as Angel stretched out on the bed.
"A nap…then a bath," he whispered and she nodded slightly as they both drifted off to sleep.
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"The bath was a good idea," Buffy smiled as Angel wrapped her in a plush towel.
"Yep. Great," Angel murmured as he grabbed a towel for himself. He dried off quickly, and Buffy could see the frown on his face.
"Angel, are you mad?" she asked and he shrugged. "I told you it isn't personal."
"From where I was sitting it felt pretty damn personal," he shot back and Buffy couldn't hold back a small laugh.
"Are you really upset about this?"
"Well…I'm not happy about it," he answered and she shook her head.
"I can't have an orgasm underwater, Angel," she told him for the tenth time. "Pools, hot tubs, baths. I've never been able to. It has nothing to do with you." When he didn't answer she let out a sigh and walked over to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she waited until he pulled her close. "It's something about the water. I've never been able to come when I'm in water."
"So why let me even start?" he pouted and she chuckled.
"I never said it didn't feel good," she chuckled. "I still enjoyed it."
"Really?" he snorted. "You enjoyed it so much that right in the middle of it you asked if my mom had fed our dog!"
"Angel, relax," she said pressing a short kiss to his lips. "It's not like we have a problem with sex."
"I'm blaming it on my thumb," he groused and she held back another laugh.
"Angel, it's not-"
"Don't say it's not me," he hissed as he threw his towel on the floor. "Because I should damn well be able to make you come no matter where you are!"
"I promise it's not you. It's the water. It…dulls things. I don't know," she shrugged. "Nobody's ever made me come underwater."
"I'm not nobody Buffy. I'm your goddamn fiancé," he insisted.
"Angel, even I can't make myself come underwater," she said and his eyes suddenly widened.
"You…you've tried to…you know," he stuttered as he motioned to the tub and she laughed.
"Yes Angel. I've tried to get myself off in the tub," she revealed and Angel gulped.
"Hmm, right. Okay," he cleared his throat as a bolt of arousal shot straight through him. "No. Don't change the subject!" he said and she held back a laugh since he was the only one who had considered that a subject change. "This wasn't supposed to happen."
"Angel," she sighed as she saw him run a hand agitatedly through his hair.
"Well," he laughed humorlessly, "every holiday something big happens. I guess this time it just wasn't something good. And on Valentine's Day no less," he shook his head and that was when Buffy understood the problem.
"Angel, just because this happened doesn't mean this hasn't been the best Valentine's Day I could have possibly imagined," she said truthfully and he let out a tired sigh. She walked over to him and grabbed his face so he was looking at her. "I know you didn't plan for that. But it doesn't ruin the night."
"I just wanted it to be perfect," he whispered as his hands fell to her waist.
"I know. Just like you wanted our first date to be perfect. And your proposal," she giggled as he groaned at the memory. "But they don't need to be perfect. You worry too much."
"You deserve perfect," he muttered as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You deserve better than perfect."
"Well…I don't need perfect. I just need you," she said as she leaned up and captured his lips. She kissed him tenderly but she suddenly broke it off giggling.
"What?" he pouted but she couldn't stop laughing.
"You're going to be such a groomzilla at our wedding!"
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Later that evening Buffy woke up with her back pressed against Angel's chest. They'd celebrated Valentine's Day very appropriately after their bath and Angel had assured himself numerous times that he had indeed not lost his touch.
But Buffy had a few Valentine's Day surprises planned for Angel that they hadn't gotten to yet. Slowly pulling away from Angel's arms she crawled out of bed careful not to wake him. Walking over to her suitcase she grabbed what she needed and hurried to the bathroom. Just in case he woke up, she didn't want to spoil the surprise.
In the bathroom she looked at the lingerie in front of her. A red lacy bra with white trim and matching panties that were so innocent looking she knew they would make Angel crazy. Smiling to herself she put them on, deciding that the short matching robe would be the perfect touch.
Heading back to the bedroom she was thrilled that Angel was still asleep. She slowly crawled on top of him, briefly wondering where she should start. The sheet was tangled at his feet and the image of him lying there naked and asleep was too hot for words. Licking her lips she bent down and pressed her lips to his jaw. Kissing lightly down his neck she smiled as he groaned softly in his sleep. She moved quickly down his chest and teasingly wrapped a hand loosely around his hardening erection. She pumped him only twice before swirling her tongue around the tip.
"Buffy!" she heard and she looked up to see Angel's teeth clenched and his hand reaching out for her hair. But she crawled back up his body, sitting up on his lap. She could feel his arousal pressing into her backside and she tried to ignore the gush of wetness between her thighs. It wasn't her turn right now…
"Happy Valentine's Day Angel," she smiled seductively and his hands slowly reached up to her hips.
"You are so fucking sexy," he rasped out, running his thumbs lightly over her covered nipples. His mind was blank save for the thought that the hottest woman alive was sitting on his lap in some of the most innocently sexy underwear he'd ever seen. He swore he could feel the heat of her on his stomach through her panties and he was already so hard he wondered how long he'd be able to last.
"I hoped you'd like it," she said softly as she ran her nails lightly down his chest. "I know it may not be as good as your surprise for me, but-"
"It's better," he cut her off, his eyes clouded over with passion. "Much better. Come here," he muttered as he pulled her down so her chest was against his. "Kiss me," he said quietly and Buffy wasted no time in pressing her lips to his. When his tongue slipped into her mouth she gasped in surprise. She'd been thinking she was in charge. Although she had been planning on relinquishing that control. She knew one of his favorite things was when she let him be in control.
"Wait," she said pulling back. "I have to give you your present," she said reaching for the nightstand drawer.
"This isn't my present?" he asked, a somewhat disappointed tone in his voice.
"Well…not your first present," she said and he smiled, happy to hear he'd be getting her as well. "Here," she said handing him an envelope. "Open it." Sitting up slightly he opened the envelope. Pulling out the paper he read what was there. His brow furrowed as he didn't quite understand why she was giving him this.
"Your cable bill?" he asked in confusion. But then she leaned over and pointed to a specific line on the cable bill. "The NHL season package?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "You have this at your house?"
"I do now," Buffy nodded. "I figured now that you're living there we would need it. And we can watch all the games and you can help me learn what's going on before we go see the game in real life," she said and Angel grinned.
"You're incredible, you know that?" he said taking just a moment to let this sink in. Buffy had given him an awesome gift. He could watch every single hockey game for the rest of the season, no matter what team was playing. And she was sitting in the prettiest lingerie he'd ever seen.
"I thought you'd like it," she said and Angel set the paper aside and sat up to wrap his arms around her waist.
"I love it," he said. "Almost as much as I love what you're wearing," he grinned eliciting a giggle out of Buffy. "So…do I get that present now?" he asked hopefully as he played with one of the flimsy bra straps.
"There's one condition," she warned him and he whined playfully. "I want you to have total and complete control over me," she whispered in his ear. A shiver went through his body as her hands ran down his back. "I want you to dominate me, take me, and make me do whatever you want me to do."
"Buffy," he groaned as he rolled her until she was flat on her back.
"Please Angel," she said staring into his dark eyes. "I want you to."
"Okay," he swallowed thickly. "Take off your robe," he ordered and she quickly sat up and flung it to the floor. "I don't think you know how good you look."
"Tell me," she breathed out and he knew that the rest of the night was going to be filled with him telling her every dirty thought that crossed through his mind.
"I love the way it looks like you're damn near going to explode right out of that bra," he husked out as his hands cupped her breasts. "It's so fucking hot," he groaned leaning down to run his tongue in the small gap between her breasts. "And your mouth. You have such a pretty mouth, Baby," he whispered as he stared at her mouth. He felt like his entire body was on fire right now. How could he possibly wait while he told her every single thing about her that looked good? "Then your tongue comes out to wet your lips and all I can think about is what that tongue feels like when it's on my cock. Then you'd take me in your hot little mouth and suck me…" he trailed off as he wondered why she wasn't actually doing that right now.
"Let me, Angel," she begged and he could see her chest heaving. He was already painfully hard. He'd been on edge since the second she'd woken him up. But he had a lot of things he wanted to do to her. Maybe he should let her take the edge off. Rolling them until she was sitting on top of him he let out a harsh breath. "I'm only going to do what you tell me to do," she reminded him teasingly.
"Touch me Buffy," he groaned as he watched her hands fall to his chest. "Lower," he begged but she gave him a tiny smile and only moved to his stomach. She felt every ridge of his body, occasionally reaching up to tweak his nipples. "Dammit Buffy, you know what I want," he growled.
"Then tell me," she shot back and he reached up to tease her nipples through the thin fabric. When her teeth sunk into her bottom lip he knew she was feeling it.
"Wrap your hand around my dick," he instructed and in a second her hand was loosely wrapped around him. "Tighter," he groaned as he sat up. He cupped her breasts, hoping to spur her on, but she seemed determined. "Move your hand. Up and down!" he clarified as he felt her about to remove her hand. She smiled as she began to pump her hand along his shaft.
"Does this feel good, Angel?" she asked and he squeezed her hips.
"You know it does," he groaned as he fought the urge to thrust up into her hand. He buried his face in her neck, nipping along the skin. She let out a tiny moan that only turned him on more. "Harder," he demanded as he bit down on her collarbone. She gasped but kept her hand moving steadily. She surprised him by running her thumb along the tip and he moaned. "Buffy…" he trailed off as he breathed against her neck.
"What do you want me to do, Angel?" she asked and he sighed. He could barely think. He just wanted to feel that mouth around his cock. So he told her.
"Take me in your mouth," he breathed out and she slowly made her way down his body. He had his hands in her hair immediately and he guided her mouth to his dick. "Please baby," he whispered despite the fact that he was supposed to be in charge. He should know by now that with her, he was never in charge.
The second her lips surrounded him he saw stars. She was always so good at this. And right now she was looking up at him with big questioning eyes.
"S-swirl your tongue around the tip and then suck me," he rasped and before the words were even out of his mouth she was doing just that. Her hands were at her sides, and he knew he needed to tell her what to do, but he couldn't form a thought right now. "Do something with your hands."
"What should I do?" she questioned and he nearly whimpered as she let him fall from his mouth.
"Fuck Buffy, I don't know!" he yelled. "You know a lot more about this than I do! You…you have free reign over my dick. Please baby. Just make me come."
"Yes Angel," she said obediently and he nearly died when her mouth was back on him but with much more force than before. And one of her hands cupped his balls while the other squeezed the base of his cock. He pushed her hair back from her face and the visual of him disappearing between her lips was too hot for words.
"So good," he whispered as his eyes shut. "Keep doing that, Baby. Just keep doing everything you're doing," he rambled wondering if he had died and gone to heaven. Maybe Buffy was an angel. But when her teeth grazed his cock he thought she might have more in common with the devil.
He had to brace one hand behind him on the bed and it took every ounce of self-control he possessed to not thrust up into her mouth. Especially now that she took him so deep he hit the back of her throat.
He cried out as he felt himself swelling and his balls were so tight he knew it was a matter of seconds. His spine was tingling and he couldn't see straight. And then Buffy did that miraculous thing with her tongue and he was lost. He exploded into Buffy's mouth, a loud curse escaping his own lips as she swallowed down every drop. She sucked and kissed him lightly as he calmed down before she let him fall from her mouth.
"You are so incredible," he breathed as he pulled her to his chest. Falling back to the bed with her on top of him he tried to catch his breath. "I can't even tell you what to do because whatever you do is better than anything I can think of," he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to her hair.
"Well maybe you'll have more luck when I'm flat on my back and begging," she smirked and Angel groaned.
"Trust me Baby. There are more things I want to do to you than I could tell you in a lifetime."
"Then we better get started."