Okay, well I warned you guys it would probably take a while for me to write this, but I am sorry for the wait. To make up for it here's a pretty long chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it. Please leave a review and let me know what you think.
PART 12
"I've wanted this for a long time," Angel murmured and Buffy's breath caught in her throat before she gave him a short kiss.
"Me too," she whispered and she offered him a small shy smile that he couldn't help but return. Her hands were resting on his chest and he found it slightly unbelievable that they were finally together. He'd wanted her since the moment he'd laid eyes on her, and every second he'd spent with her since had only increased his need for her.
She'd quickly become everything to him and while he held her close, he fought with himself over what he should do next. He should kiss her goodnight and leave. That would be the proper gentlemanly thing to do, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to tear himself away now that he finally had her. He wanted to spend the rest of the night with her. Getting lost in her, making love to her, learning every nuance of her body… His breath nearly caught in his throat as he imagined the ways they could pass the time. He'd certainly thought about it and dreamed about it more than he cared to admit.
His hands slid slowly along her back, touching the soft fabric of her dress as his mind wandered. Their eyes were locked intensely, both so lost in their thoughts that they had barely noticed the time passing. He still didn't know what to do, and his heart and his mind were battling for control.
"Where do you want to go from here?" he murmured and the sound of his voice seemed to snap both of them out of their trance. She leaned back just slightly, but it was enough to allow her to think a little more clearly. At least she couldn't feel his breath on her lips anymore.
"I want you to stay," she told him honestly and he nodded feeling both exhilaration and fear run through him. If they moved too fast would he lose her? He wouldn't be able to bear having had her and then losing her. "We can watch a movie or something," she rushed out noticing his hesitation and knowing him well enough to understand where it was coming from.
"I'll stay," he promised, surprised he'd been able to wait longer than a split second before agreeing. As soon as the invitation had left her mouth his heart had soared and his body had been making plans he'd tried to stop, but he'd been largely unsuccessful.
"We can go get a snack for the movie," she offered and she reached for his hand as she led him towards the kitchen.
"As long as you don't make it," he teased with a smirk and she shot him a playful glare as they entered the kitchen.
"I was thinking something more along the lines of this," she said as she opened the freezer and pulled out a carton of ice cream. "Chocolate fudge mint chip," she announced with a gleam in her eye as she pulled open a drawer and grabbed a spoon. "Ever had it?" she asked and when he shook his head she rolled her eyes in mock exaggeration and popped the lid off. "Well then, let me introduce you to the finest ice cream confection ever," she grinned as she leaned against the counter and dug the spoon into the ice cream.
He stared, transfixed by her as she held the spoon out for him to try. He stepped closer, effectively trapping her against the counter. Their eyes locked, and with a smirk that sent shivers down her spine, he leaned down and took the ice cream off the spoon.
"It's good," he agreed and she watched him swallow, suddenly wondering if ice cream was such a good idea. Clearly he wanted to move slowly, and she was finding it difficult to not throw herself at him. She took a deep steadying breath. She needed to collect herself. Before she could, he reached out and took the spoon from her hand, brushing his fingers against hers in the process. He dipped it into the ice cream and raised it to her lips. He had to hold back a moan as her mouth closed around it, her eyes back on his. Her tongue darted out to lick a small drip on the side of her mouth, and he could feel his entire body harden at the sight.
"Well it is my favorite for a reason," she retorted and he nearly groaned out loud but instead shoved the spoon back in the ice cream as a distraction. She was so fucking sexy… When she reached in to take the spoon out of his hands, he let go immediately, too surprised to put up a fight. "I take it you like it too?" she smirked and he felt something inside of him snap.
He yanked the carton out of her hands and threw it on the counter next to them. His lips crushed against hers and distantly he heard the spoon clatter to the floor. She dug her fingers into his hair as his tongue delved hungrily into her mouth. He could still taste the ice cream on her tongue and it was driving him wild. He couldn't get enough of her and his hands trailed all over her body. He'd known this would be good, but…Jesus he couldn't even think.
She scraped her nails against his scalp and felt his tongue, still cool from the ice cream, circle hers in the most intoxicating way. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, but still she wanted more. Her hands ran down his back. She'd been admiring his back and chest for days, and she could feel his muscles even through his shirt. He tore his lips from hers almost violently and she whimpered at the loss. She tried to pull him closer as she felt his fingers tangling in her hair. Leaning up she kissed him greedily, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip.
He quickly gained control of the kiss, scraping his own teeth against her tongue. She moaned into his mouth and he felt like he couldn't get close enough to her. Running his hands down to her hips he lifted her up and placed her on the counter. He stepped in between her thighs, groaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"God Buffy," he husked out as his mouth met the soft skin of her neck, catching the scent that he'd come to know as so uniquely her it turned him on even more. She arched into him while he placed hot wet kisses towards her chest. His hands slid down to her thighs, letting out a growl of frustration when her dress was in the way.
"Please Angel," she breathed out and she lifted herself off the counter just enough for him to slide her dress up to her waist. His eyes darkened in desire as he saw the lace, barely-there thong she wore. He could snap that with his teeth… He didn't realize he hadn't moved until her voice snapped him out of it. "Angel," she muttered before pulling him closer by her legs.
She gasped when his hardness came in contact with her center. He felt so good. She didn't think she'd be able to stop if he was suddenly overcome by one of his attacks of morality. His lips fell to her chest, kissing across the neckline of her dress. She held his head close to her, never wanting the feeling to stop. His hands teased along her inner thighs with feather light touches.
"Buffy," he choked out barely removing his mouth from her skin. She was so addicting… "Do you want to stop?"
"No," she gasped as her hands flew up to the buttons on his shirt undoing them one at a time.
"We-we're reaching the point of no return here," he rasped out as he felt her fingertips brushing against the skin of his chest. She certainly didn't seem like she wanted to stop, but he didn't want her to regret anything later. He'd wait if she asked him to.
"We're not returning," she breathed, her chest heaving. She arched her back, pushing her hips into his again. His eyes shut as desire slammed through him and his hands clenched on her thighs. "Forward. We're going forward," she said, and now assured that she wanted this, his lips devoured hers. She responded immediately kissing him hard.
His hand slid up her thigh, teasing her just at the edge of her panties. Slowly he slipped one finger under the fabric, running it lightly over her outer lips. He nearly lost it when he felt how wet she was. He couldn't help but slide his finger inside of her and she shuddered from his touch. When she broke the kiss a gasp escaped her lips and he inserted another finger. Her hands reached for his shoulders to steady herself and she held him desperately. He began to move his fingers, slowly at first. His cock was throbbing in anticipation, but he refused to rush this.
With every stroke of his fingers she thought she might explode. How was it possible that he knew just how to touch her? She ground her hips against his hand and their gazes locked. His eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them and she whimpered as he suddenly tilted his fingers upwards inside her. He massaged her expertly and she bit down on her bottom lip.
"Tell me how you want it," he murmured when he saw her eyes lose focus. Her entire body was clinging to him, but it still wasn't enough. He needed to make her his in every way. "Buffy," he called to get her attention knowing that if his own mind wandered this would all be over far too soon.
"Faster," she whispered and Angel complied immediately. When Buffy let out a breathy gasp he couldn't help but lean forward and capture her lips.
The kiss was hot and passionate and she ran her hands down his bare chest. While his fingers slid in and out of her, Buffy was breathing heavily against him. She sucked on his tongue and was hard pressed to remember a time when she'd wanted someone as much as she wanted him at that moment.
He could hear her starting to lose control and her legs tightened around his waist. Oh god, she was close. Her fingers were demanding as they tugged on his hair. Her hips rolled into his hand in a rhythm that was quickly speeding up as she neared her release. She broke the kiss on a moan and he spared a moment to look at her. Fuck, she was beautiful.
He couldn't resist brushing his thumb against her clit in time with his strokes. She cried out at the first touch to the sensitive flesh and he could feel her tremble against him.
"Angel," she gasped, her eyes falling shut as the first waves of pleasure overtook her. He felt her clench around his fingers and when she threw her head back he nearly exploded in his pants right along with her. He brought her down from her orgasm slowly, listening to her small whimpers as he did so. She was still writhing on the counter, and just before he pulled his fingers from her she grabbed his shoulders in a death grip. "Don't stop," she begged and her eyes were pleading with him. That first orgasm had been too fast, too fleeting. Now she needed more.
Even as he felt his cock straining further against his pants, he began to massage her inner walls again. When he felt her pulsing slightly around his fingers he realized she was already on her way to another orgasm. On a moan he let his head fall to her shoulder. If she kept making those little whimpering noises, he'd stand here and do this all fucking night.
"Damn Baby," he muttered into her flesh as he felt her soaking his hand. He pushed harder into her wondering if he'd ever get enough. At the sound of her breathless gasps he seriously doubted it. His tongue darted out to lick the bare skin of her shoulder, but he needed to see her face when she came. Leaning back, he pressed her clit hard.
"Oh god, Angel," she cried as she shattered around him in an even more violent release than the one before. One of her hands curled around his neck and she let out another moan before her orgasm slowly subsided.
He removed his fingers and couldn't resist licking them clean. He nearly groaned as the taste of her assaulted his body and when their gazes locked he knew this was going to end far too quickly. He was so on edge and there was still that same hunger in her eyes he'd seen after her first orgasm. She'd already come twice…no, he'd made her come twice. He'd been surprised, but so damn turned on when she'd begged him to keep going. He'd planned to do that later, sure, but not here on the fucking kitchen counter. Maybe, just maybe, she was just as addicted to him as he was to her.
Sitting there after the two most intense orgasms of her life, Buffy couldn't help but let out a tiny moan before leaning forward to kiss him again. He responded eagerly, and she could taste herself on his tongue. She thought she just might die from the fierceness of his kiss as his hands slid around to her back to hold her closer. This was just so, so good. The things he'd been able to do to her with just his fingers…and they hadn't even removed any of their clothes. Oh god, she really might die before the night was over. Feeling a little too powerless, she slowly ran her hands down his chest.
Pulling his lips from hers, he let out a pained hiss as her nails left scratches down his skin, but fuck that turned him on too. While his eyes were captivated by the way her breasts heaved with each breath she took, because damn…they did, her hands snuck down to his belt buckle. It took him a moment to realize what she was doing, but by the time she'd undone his belt and reached for the button of his pants he grabbed her wrists.
"No Buffy," he rasped and a panic rushed through her body. He could NOT stop them now. He just couldn't. "Not here," he said, his voice strained and she shook her head in disbelief. She did not care where this happened.
"It doesn't matter," she assured him, the desperation evident in her voice. "Angel," she whispered and her soft pleas made him even harder. "I need you."
"We're doing this right," he insisted. "I don't care how much I want you, I'm not going to let lust fuck this up," he told her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the counter. They both let out a moan as his erection pressed against her core and Angel hurried in the direction of the stairs.
With her body against his he could feel her hardened nipples even through her dress and it was almost too much. Oh, how he wanted to have those in his mouth…
He was only at the bottom of the stairs when he felt her lips on his neck and he faltered slightly. Then she started to grind her hips ever so slowly. He tried to take a deep, calming breath. She was dangerous. He should have known. He tried to block out the sensations coursing through his body and climb the stairs. Halfway up he felt her teeth graze the skin of his throat and he let out an agonized groan. He practically flew up the remaining stairs and pinned her against the wall at the top of the flight.
"Shit Buffy," he husked out as his lips landed on hers. He pressed himself against her, and even through his pants he could feel the heat of her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and her fingers tugged at his short hair. "You keep this up and I'll be fucking you hard and fast against this wall," he warned darkly.
"Promises, promises," she murmured as a wicked smile spread across her face.
"Where the hell is your room?" he groaned and she gestured to the one just two doors down. Heaving a sigh, he carried her there quickly and kicked the door shut. He rushed her over to the side of the bed and let her down, moaning again as she slid all the way down his body. He took a shuddering breath before turning to the bed. He reached down for the comforter and began to pull it back. He flung it to the foot of the bed and it slid to the floor, but he couldn't find it within himself to care. He had a feeling they'd both be pretty hot all night anyways. And he'd be more than willing to keep her warm, he thought with a smirk.
When he bent over to pull back the blanket and sheet so they could get in, he felt her arms snake around his waist from behind. He froze as she wordlessly slid his belt through the loops and threw it on the floor. He watched her hands return to his body and expertly begin unbuttoning his pants. He clenched in need as she lowered the zipper, purposely brushing her hand against his hard length. At the shudder that ran through his body she grinned behind him.
"Problem Angel?" she asked innocently and he swore under his breath. She was enjoying this far too much. And damn, he admitted to himself, but so was he.
"You know," Angel replied as he craned his neck to look at her. "Here I am, trying to make this nice and special for us," he teased as the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. There she was, gorgeous, sexy, playful… She was perfect. "And you're being extremely impatient," he told her before throwing the blanket and sheet back so they could get in bed. He did want it to be nice and special. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and slowly slid them, along with his underwear, down his hips. He instinctively stepped out of them and she kicked them both aside before turning him around to face her.
"It is special," she assured him and the depth of her feelings he saw in her eyes floored him. Before he could reply she gave him a shove and he was suddenly laid out on his back on her bed. Climbing on top of him, she smirked before leaning down so her lips were even with his ear. "And it's already way beyond nice," she whispered and his hands circled her waist as she crashed her mouth down to his. He moaned into the kiss as she ground her hips down on his. He could feel how wet she was even through her panties and he slid his hands up under her dress. He couldn't wait anymore. He needed to be inside of her now. "No," she whispered as she grabbed his hands and pushed them up above his head. "It's not time for that yet," she told him with a seductive smile as she dropped her lips down to his throat.
"Buffy," he groaned as his head tilted back to give her better access. He buried his fingers in her hair and he felt her teeth scraping erotically against his flesh. "I can't wait," he admitted while her hands slid along his smooth chest.
"I know," she replied glancing up at his face. "But I want to taste you," she breathed and he felt his dick strain in response to her words. God, he wanted to feel her mouth around him too, but he doubted he'd last.
"I can't, Buffy," he said through clenched teeth even as his body rebelled.
"I'm sure you can find a way to occupy me afterwards, Angel," she challenged and he groaned. He sure as hell could occupy her. "So how do you want me to suck you?" she asked as she slowly licked one of his nipples.
"Jesus Buffy," he practically whimpered as she moved her way across his chest, nipping and licking as she went.
"What do you like? Fast and hard?" she suggested before tugging on his nipple with her teeth. He let out a harsh gasp at her words and wondered if she would need to use her mouth at all or if he'd come just from her words. "Or soft and slow?" she whispered before kissing her way down his stomach.
"Either. Both," he choked out desperately and his hips lurched at her question. "God Buffy, I'm not going to care when you have your mouth on me," he pointed out while she was kissing a path to his hip.
"The first time. Pick one," she insisted and he moaned at the implication of her words. She bit teasingly into his hip bone and he practically flew off the bed.
"Soft and slow," he muttered and she smiled against his skin. It was so like him to choose that. Her fingers slid down to his hips and she placed soft kisses along his inner thighs. She heard him let out a quiet whimper and she saw his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He was trying so hard to stay in control… At the sight she licked her lips before lowering her mouth to suck gently on the tip of his hard length. "Buffy," he groaned low in his throat.
Her eyes traveled up to his face as she pressed her tongue firmly to the underside of his cock. When his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure she knew he was enjoying this. And shit, she realized, so was she. More than enjoying it actually, it was fucking turning her on. A lot. He was so hot and hard… She moaned against him and took more of him into her mouth. Oh god, her clit was pounding. She itched to reach down and touch herself, but she resisted. Instead she dug the nails of one hand into his hips while moving the other to stroke him using the same rhythm as her mouth.
Angel reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair. God, she was good at this. And every time he heard her moan it pushed him that much closer to the edge. As she gently scraped her teeth against him his eyes flew open and he glanced down. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and watching her with those lips wrapped around his cock… He moaned loudly as she began to suck him harder. His hips thrust involuntarily off the bed and he felt a familiar tightening in his balls.
"Buffy," he gasped fisting her hair in his hand. "Oh god, Buffy," he hissed as her eyes met his. Her free hand was suddenly massaging his balls and he didn't know where she'd learned to do that with her tongue, but damn it felt fucking amazing.
She let out a quiet whimper as she felt him starting to pulse and lengthen. She wanted to feel him come in her mouth. She wanted to taste him. God, she wanted to do everything to this man. He was trying to control the movements of his hips, she could see it, but suddenly it was too much.
"Oh fuck, Buffy," he grunted as his hips thrust up into her and she felt him release long and hard into her mouth. She drained him, taking every drop, and his breath was coming in short gasping pants. As she slowly crawled back up his body his eyes locked on hers. His muscles felt almost too relaxed after his orgasm, but the desperate hunger in her eyes was quickly encouraging him again. She needed it now.
He leaned up and captured her lips in his as he quickly ridded himself of the shirt he was still wearing. Once his arms were free, he wrapped them around her small body, hugging her tightly to him as he kissed her. When her tongue slid against his slowly he felt a shudder pass through her and he was assured she was feeling everything just as strongly as he was.
He rolled her over gently until she was underneath him, never breaking their kiss. His hand slid up to cup the back of her neck as her arms curled around his shoulders. He finally pulled his lips from hers and their eyes locked the moment they parted. He was taken aback by the surge of emotions he felt rushing through him, and judging by the awed look in her eyes she seemed to feel the same way. Angel dropped his forehead to rest against hers while they tried unsuccessfully to catch their breaths.
"Buffy," he whispered kissing her lips lightly before moving slowly down the side of her neck. Her skin was so soft. She smelled so sweet… He heard her breath hitch in her throat as his tongue darted out quickly against her flesh. Finding himself captivated by everything about her, he trailed his kisses down to her shoulder before placing gentle kisses along her chest.
This was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He'd always enjoyed getting to know a woman's body, but with Buffy he wanted to know every single inch of skin, every place that made her moan, and every spot that made her open her mouth in that silent scream… Right where her neck meets her shoulder, he realized and having found one of her erogenous zones only encouraged him further. He placed hot, wet kisses there and she squirmed underneath him moaning ever so slightly.
"Angel," she whimpered and it didn't escape him that only moments ago she'd had him under her, a quivering mess, and now she'd given him complete control. "Angel, please," she breathed in a whisper and although he wasn't sure what she was asking for he knew what he wanted. He sat up slightly, pulling her with him while running his hands up her back. He found the zipper and he unzipped it slowly, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. His fingers brushed against her skin as he lowered the zipper and she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Once he had it unzipped he laid her back on the bed, loving the way her hair fell around her. God, she was gorgeous.
He felt his body react, but he knew he was only just getting started. He had so much he wanted to do with her. As he hovered over her he teasingly slid down one strap of her dress, bending to kiss the skin where the fabric had just been. When her hips shifted under him he moved to the other strap doing to the same. She was breathing hard, and it was so damn beautiful he had to lean down and kiss her. Their lips met in a scorching kiss and she moaned into his mouth. She was getting impatient, and he loved it.
Never removing his mouth from hers, he began to lower her dress, easily pushing it down her body and over her hips. She kicked it off and he heard it land softly on the floor, but he knew there was no way in hell he was letting her get dressed again tonight. He tore his lips from hers and as he pulled back he let out a harsh groan at the sight in front of him. It had been on his mind all night and now he knew. She wasn't wearing a bra under that dress. Almost without thought, he brought his hands up to cup her breasts and she arched up into his palms.
"Angel," she gasped and he began massaging her. Her eyes fluttered shut and he squeezed gently before brushing his thumbs lightly over her nipples. He watched her teeth sink into her bottom lip and when her eyes opened he saw an undeniable want in her gaze. Unable to hold back, he leaned down to capture her lips in a hot kiss. Her tongue sought out his immediately. As her back arched off the bed, her breasts rubbed against his chest and he groaned into the kiss. He tore his lips violently from hers and was captivated by her heaving chest. It was her nails digging into his skin that spurred him into further action.
When he placed soft kisses around her breasts Buffy felt herself squirming underneath him. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt like this. She didn't think she'd ever get enough of this man. The things he could do with his hands and his lips…
A whimper escaped her as his tongue slid against the underside of her breasts. He was so damn good at this. Her fingers clutched his shoulders tightly as her hips involuntarily thrust up towards his. She was slowly losing her mind with his teasing kisses, but then he took one of her hard peaks into his mouth and began sucking gently.
"Yes Angel," she moaned while holding his head to her chest. "Oh god," she mumbled as his tongue darted out quickly to tease her. One of his large hands slowly ran down her side as he kissed his way over to her other breast before giving it the same treatment. She hooked one foot around his calf as he pulled back and blew on her breasts, still wet from his saliva.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered as his hands flitted briefly over her chest before he worked his way down her body. She was breathless under him as his tongue trailed down her stomach. His hands followed, and he couldn't get enough of her soft, tanned skin. He dipped his tongue teasingly into her belly button, and when she gasped loudly and arched off the bed he knew he'd discovered another one of her sensitive spots.
Smiling to himself, he licked a slow circle around her belly button and flicked his tongue in and out of it. When he caught the scent of her arousal his fingers tightened on her body, but he knew he couldn't wait much longer himself. He slowly worked his way down and smoothed his hands along her hips. Her eyes met his when he glanced upwards and he saw all he needed to in her gaze.
"Angel, please," she begged and in response he placed light kisses along her inner thighs. "I can't wait anymore," she admitted and when he nipped her skin experimentally she let out a loud moan that only encouraged him. His fingers ran along the hem of her panties and she glared at him even as he gave her a seductive smile. Before she could protest, he'd lowered his mouth to her, using his tongue to tease her with the lace. He pushed it up inside her folds and she cried out, but he moved on just as quickly as he'd started.
This time his tongue tapped lightly against her clit, then once more firmly, still all through the lace. His hands slid around to cup her firm bottom as his tongue made hard circles around her clit. He could feel her hips working against his hands and it was turning him on to no end. When he caught her panties between his teeth he pulled them away from her slightly before releasing them and letting them fall back against her sensitive flesh.
"Take them off," she pleaded desperately and he slid his fingers up to her hips and under her panties. "Please Angel. Now, I-FUCK!" she cried out as he snapped the elastic with just his fingers and pulled them away from her body. He flung them to the floor, unbelievably turned on by her reaction. He ran two fingers lightly over her sex, his eyes crossing in passion when he felt how wet she was. She could feel his short nails biting into the skin of her hips and her toes curled in anticipation.
"Damn baby, you're dripping wet," he husked out and the next thing she knew his tongue had plunged inside her. She let out a soft scream when his hands on her hips pushed her harder against his mouth. His tongue lapped up and down the length of her. One of her hands shot down and clenched onto his hair holding his head close to her. A shudder passed through her body when his tongue circled her clit.
He groaned as his tongue delved inside of her. Her hips were reckless under his hands and it was so enticing he could barely contain himself, but at the same time he was practically salivating at the thought of her coming on his tongue. His eyes flickered up to hers and he saw her head thrown back in ecstasy. From this angle he could see some glitter still sticking to her chest from the midnight glitter explosion and he smiled against her. She was perfect. His upper lip brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves and she moaned loudly, thrusting upwards towards him. Her nails raked against his scalp as she worked her hips shamelessly against his mouth.
"Angel," she gasped when his thumbs brushed softly against her outer folds. "Oh god Angel, yes!" she hissed in pleasure as he slipped two fingers inside of her while sucking insistently on her sensitive clit. "Angel, on my-" she was cut off by her own scream as his tongue tapped her swollen bud. His long fingers still stroked inside her, and the combination of sensations was proving to be too much. "Please," she whimpered as her fingers curled desperately in his hair. "Don't stop," she begged and he chuckled against her.
"Never," he promised in a husky voice that had her opening her eyes to meet his. When their gazes locked, they could each see that there was more to this than just spur of the moment lust. The way he stared so reverently at her body or kissed her so sweetly had already been proof, but if she'd had any doubt then it was gone now. And if he'd been curious about her intentions, then seeing her breath catch in her throat at his touch and seeing her body respond to his on so many levels soothed his mind. They were together on this, all the way.
She let out a ragged breath as his fervent strokes brought her closer to the edge. He could feel her beginning to clench around his fingers and he increased his pace. He bit down on her clit and when she let out a shuddering moan he knew she was close. Slowly he pulled his fingers out and she whimpered in protest until he replaced them with his tongue. His eyes squeezed shut on a harsh groan when he tasted her all over again. She was fucking decadent. He trailed one hand up her stomach, stopping to teasingly dip one finger in her belly button. With a loud scream she nearly flew off the bed. God, he loved that she was so sensitive there. The thumb of his free hand rubbed her clit in hard circles while his tongue pushed in and out of her. Her pleas were no more than incoherent ramblings now and in mere seconds he felt a mindless rush of wetness over his tongue. She let out a screaming gasp as she came against his mouth and he'd be damned if he didn't hear his name escape her lips.
He licked her gently, bringing her down slowly until she was whimpering softly and he crawled back up her body. He took in the look of her flushed face and her glazed eyes and he swore he'd never seen anything more beautiful. She was breathing heavily and he was overcome by the emotions he felt rush through him. If he could spend the rest of his nights with her, her skin under his fingertips and his name on her lips, he'd be a happy man. He brushed some hair off her face and her hands wrapped around his neck.
"Kiss me," she whispered and he didn't waste a second before his mouth was on hers, his tongue sweeping inside. Her hands glided down his smooth shoulders and she pulled his body down until it was flush against hers. He was still supporting his own weight, but they were chest to chest, skin to skin, and he'd never felt anything so sensual or erotic. He couldn't help but grind his hips into hers, and she moaned when she felt how hard he was. She broke the kiss and her head tilted back exposing her neck. Her hips undulated against his, rubbing his cock against her wet folds. She felt his lips place hot kisses along her throat, stopping to nip lightly whenever her fingers dug into his back. As one of his hands fell to her hip he knew he couldn't wait much longer.
"Buffy," he rasped against her skin, and he glanced up briefly as she looked at him.
"Angel," she whimpered as her only reply and he leaned back up to capture her lips in his.
"Mmm, Buffy," he murmured against her lips as he tangled one hand in her hair. "Do we n- Oh shit," he groaned as one of her legs wrapped around his waist. "Do we need…" he trailed off desperately hoping that he still had that condom in his wallet. He vaguely remembered seeing birth control pills in her bag when they'd been at her mother's over Christmas, but there was no way he was going to ask her to trust him that much this soon.
"I'm fine," she assured him and her hips tilted upwards of their own accord. "If you need-"
"No. No," he interrupted and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Buffy," he whispered before kissing her tenderly again. "Buffy, are you sure?" he breathed against her lips.
"God yes," she moaned and their eyes met. "Please Angel, I need you now," she begged and her gaze was filled with a wanton passion that sent shockwaves down his spine. Their eyes still locked, he slid inside of her and they both moaned at the feel of finally being joined.
"Jesus Buffy," he rasped out and he felt her nails biting into the skin of his back. "You feel fucking amazing," he groaned and she wrapped both her legs around his waist.
"Angel, yes," she moaned her hips arching upwards which only pulled him deeper inside of her. He pushed forward into her, amazed at how good she felt. She was tight, hot, wet, soft… Just so, so good. He pulled out and she whimpered in protest before he surged forwards again. His strokes were smooth and slow, and just not enough for Buffy. She was desperate to feel him lose control. She began to speak up, but her mind was blank as she felt his steel hard length moving inside of her. It was impossible to get words out so she brought both her palms to his chest and shoved him.
"Buffy," he gasped in surprise when she rolled them over. He slipped out of her in the process and groaned at the loss, but from this angle he could see and feel everything. He felt the way her fingernails dug into his chest. And he saw the desperation in her eyes right before she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. He grasped onto her hips, trying to grind her onto him even as her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Her hands ran up down his body, feeling the hard muscles of his stomach react to her touch. Unable to wait any more, she sat up and while resting her hands on his chest, sank slowly onto his stiff member. Her eyes fluttered shut when he was fully buried inside her, and her nails curled into his skin. She began to move above him, and his strong grip on her waist helped set a rhythm. A loud moan escaped her lips as she sped up her pace, rotating her hips against his. He was breathing heavily, the sight of her riding his cock just too fucking hot for words.
The high pitched cries coming from Buffy were more than enough to encourage him. His fingers slid up her body, squeezing her breasts in his hands. She arched into his palms, the pace of her hips increasing and Angel sat up. Buffy let out a soft scream at the change in angle inside her and then moaned when his lips closed around her nipple. Her hands now on his shoulders, she could feel her entire body beginning to tighten and coil with pleasure.
"Angel," she whimpered rotating her hips ruthlessly against his, desperately searching for friction. Releasing her nipple, he slid one hand in between them. He brought two fingers over her clit and rubbed hard. She moaned, her fingers spearing into his short hair as she moved faster above him. He could feel her starting to clench around him and he let out a groan at how damn good she felt. Her fingers tugged brutally on his hair as her walls contracted around him. Shuddering in his arms, she cried out shamelessly as he thrust upwards extending her orgasm. The ecstatic look on her face at the height of her pleasure and the soft incoherent whispers that flew out of her mouth after she came were devastatingly addictive to Angel. He would never get enough of this woman.
He rolled her underneath him and raised himself up with his hands on either side of her face. God, she was fucking gorgeous. Her skin was still flushed and her eyes were slightly glazed over, but her legs wound around his waist at the exact moment he slid deep inside her. Her nails dug into the backs of his shoulders, and Angel felt a primal urge to make sure nobody else ever satisfied her like this. He watched her eyes flutter shut and her back arched when he thrust harder into her. He felt himself growing even harder inside of her, but he refused to let go until she was with him. When her nails left angry scratches down his back he felt it all the way to his core, and it only turned him on more.
"Please Angel," he heard her beg and he groaned as his fists clenched on the sheets. He tried to regain his control, but he was quickly unraveling. She was wrapped around him in every way and he was pushing into her so damn hard…
"Come on, Buffy," he pleaded almost subconsciously, but when he saw her teeth bite into her bottom lip he nearly groaned. Did she like it when he talked to her? "Just let it go, baby," he urged and when she moaned he knew he'd discovered something he hadn't even dared to imagine. "I want to feel you come," he whispered in her ear and she buried her face in his shoulder, biting into it to stifle her scream. "Do you like that, baby?" he rasped even though he already knew her answer. Yeah, yeah, she fucking loved it. "Let go Buffy," he gritted out and she exploded around him with a gasping moan.
Feeling her drench around his cock was enough to push him over the edge. "Oh god, Buffy!" he exclaimed as he splintered inside of her releasing hot and long. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her and she clung tightly to his shoulders. They were both breathing hard, but he had the presence of mind to roll them over until she was resting on top of him. He could feel her breath on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and he buried his face in her hair.
"I don't think I can move," Buffy mumbled and Angel's lips spread into a lazy smile.
"You're incredible," he replied and she tilted her head up to look at him. He bent down and kissed her lightly before settling back against the pillows.
"Did I mention I love New Year's Eve?" she asked and he chuckled while wrapping both arms around her and pulling her onto his chest.
"This year I'm going to have to agree," he replied and she gently pressed her lips to his while their legs tangled intimately.