Hey guys, sorry it took so long to update this, but it's a pretty long chapter. I was going to post it last night, but I literally fell asleep in the middle of doing it! Anyways, I hope you guys like it.
As for how long this story is going to go on, I'm thinking until around her birthday. After that she'd have to go back to college and this story has to end sometime! It was supposed to be a short holiday piece, and here we are 100,000 words later! However I was thinking of writing follow up pieces like the Valentine's vacation, hockey game, etc. Maybe glimpses into their future. Perhaps a future Christmas or another holiday. I don't know when these would happen. It could be years from now or I could write them come holiday time. I don't know, but I do think they would be fairly short. Although I said that about this one! I got such an overwhelming response for this story, something I thought would just be a few chapters, I never know what to expect anymore.
As always, a HUGE thank you to those of you who read and review. It helps so much to motivate me to continue writing. And I have so many ideas for this story and new stories, I can hardly believe I'm the same person who started with such few ideas for a quick little holiday story! Again, THANK YOU!
PART 25
Buffy woke up many hours later, sweating and feeling overheated so she peeled off Angel's sweatshirt she was wearing and pushed the blankets off the two of them. She could only imagine how hot Angel must be. She glanced over at his sleeping form and smiled as she remembered how nervous he had been about her going to sleep. He'd called Willow and Fred and asked them to check for information on hypothermia and when it was okay for the patient to sleep. Then he'd hung up on Fred and called a hospital demanding to speak to a medical professional. And it wasn't until two hours after he'd gotten the okay that he let her sleep.
Although he'd vowed to stay awake and watch her in case anything happened. She smirked as he nuzzled the pillow in his sleep. Some caretaker he turned out to be.
But then she realized how exhausted he must be. It was after dawn and knowing him he had tried to stay up until she woke up, but hadn't been able to. And the poor guy had had a pretty stressful night before that.
Chewing on her lip she looked around the room. Everything was pulled out of both of their suitcases as if someone had been desperately looking for something. She figured that was where the sweatshirt and electric blanket must have come from. Angel's winter coat was in a pile on the floor and she vaguely remembered him wrapping it around her the second he'd found her in that cave. Oh god, he must have been freezing! She only now realized that if she was wearing his coat he wouldn't have had one to wear. But of course Angel would do that, she smiled slightly.
She didn't know what the policy was for missing persons at the resort, but she had a suspicion that allowing the boyfriend to search for them wasn't standard procedure. She wondered how that had all happened. Angel would never tell her. He'd act like he'd just been out for a stroll and stumbled across her. For such a big, tough guy, he really hated when he was made out to be the hero. She'd have to ask Willow later what had happened.
Even though she'd taken off the sweatshirt and gotten out from under the blankets, she was still too hot. She had no idea whose pajamas these were, but they needed to come off. She stood up and began to walk to her suitcase for more suitable pajamas, but cringed as she put weight on her ankle. Immediately crawling back on the bed she cursed herself for forgetting she'd ran into a freaking tree!
Her knee was mostly just bruised, but her ankle was another story. It was swollen and definitely sprained. But either way, it was too hot in these pajamas. Her clothes that had obviously been stripped off her earlier were in a pile near Angel's coat and Buffy pouted. They were too far away to reach too.
Oh well, she sighed as she simply pulled the fleece shirt over her head. Flinging it to the floor she reached for the pants and carefully slid them over her ankle. Pulling up only the sheet instead of the three blankets-what kind of hotel had three blankets on a bed?-she curled back up next to Angel.
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Some movement caused Angel to stir, and when Buffy tensed slightly in his arms he was immediately alert. Rolling until he was hovering over her, he looked down at her questioningly before realizing only a sheet was covering them. And in that same second he realized his arm was touching bare skin.
"Are you naked?" he hissed sounding scandalized as his eyes widened.
"I got hot," she explained with a smile and he dropped his head, shaking it lightly.
"And you couldn't just change clothes?" he teased but he frowned when all the playfulness left her face.
"No," she answered and he brushed some hair off her face.
"What's wrong?" he questioned and she sighed.
"My ankle," she revealed and he took in a sharp breath at the reminder of what had actually happened. He loved having her naked in his bed, but not for these reasons. "I couldn't walk to my suitcase."
"I'm so sorry, Baby. I should have thought of that," he scolded himself but she ran a hand down the side of his face in comfort.
"It's fine Angel. You thought of everything else," she pointed out. "You even saved me," she smirked but he didn't allow her to lighten the mood. Instead he crushed her to his chest and held her there as if he thought she might disappear.
"Barely," he whispered and she could see his throat working to hold back the emotions he was feeling.
"Angel, you found me in plenty of time. I'm fine," she assured him but he pulled back to look at her and his eyes were dark and searing.
"You could have died, Buffy!" he exclaimed angrily vocalizing something he'd barely dared to think about. "Do you realize what could have happened to you out there?" he asked, his voice cracking half way through his question. "And what it would have done to me?"
"Angel," she whispered as she saw him finally losing the careful control he kept over his emotions. "I'm fine," she repeated. "I have a sprained ankle. It'll be better in a few days."
"Christ Buffy, you act like you just fucking tripped!" he yelled as he sat up in bed, no longer able to sit still. "You skied into a goddamn tree! You could have hit your head or broken your damn neck. Then how would you have gotten to that cave, huh? You'd have been buried out there under the snow and we sure as hell wouldn't be having this conversation now," he choked out feeling his throat constrict at the thought.
"Angel," she began, but she stopped when he shook his head silently begging her to be quiet. He'd been terrified for over twelve hours now and it was finally all catching up with him. He'd realized that the 'honeymoon phase' of their relationship was over. They'd had their first fight and it had damn near gotten her killed. The two of them never did anything halfway, did they? He may have laughed at the thought if he hadn't been so damn afraid.
"I'm never taking you anywhere cold again," he announced and she sat up next to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Angel, I could die at any time. I could get hit by a bus or get into a car accident or-"
"Shut up," he snapped and Buffy might have been offended by the harsh words if he hadn't looked like he was about to burst into tears. "Just…don't talk like that," he begged as he ran a hand over his face. "Don't even think like that."
"It's just the way of the world Angel," she said gently but he turned to her and wrapped an arm around her waist as he buried his face in her neck.
"Not our world, Buffy," he denied. "I can't lose you. I won't," he insisted and she cradled his head against her breast and ran her fingers though his hair. "I know I spent most of my life without you, but now that I've met you I can't imagine going a day without you."
"Oh Angel," she whispered feeling tears pooling in her own eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too Buffy. So damn much it hurts," he spoke as he raised his head to look into her eyes. "So much," he repeated as he captured her lips with his. She whimpered into the kiss as her hand clung to the back of his neck.
"Angel," she moaned as she fisted his t-shirt in her hands and pulled him down on top of her body. He held himself up off her but kissed her hard. He was shaken from the hysteria he'd been feeling for nearly a day now and he needed to feel that she was here with him. His tongue explored the depths of her mouth while he rested his weight on his elbows and knees. He brought his hands up to the sides of her face and rested his forehead against hers.
"I need you," he told her and she didn't answer but she reached down and began to pull his shirt over his head. He helped her remove it and threw it on the floor before coming back down to her. "Just tell me if I hurt you."
"You won't hurt me," she shook her head but he could feel how tense he was, how so fucking desperate he was for her, and he worried. He didn't know if he'd be as attuned to her as he normally was and he didn't want to cause her any more pain than he already had.
"Buffy," he spoke hoarsely as he closed his eyes to try and regain control. "Right now I want nothing more than to bury myself so deep inside you that I forget that I could have lost you last night," he rasped out and when his eyes opened she could see the fire there. "And you're a lot smaller than me. Sometimes I worry…" he trailed off and for the first time Buffy realized why he always seemed like he was holding back just a little bit. "And you're already injured. I just don't want…" he trailed off unable to even finish the sentence at her look of understanding.
"You'd never hurt me," she assured him. When he opened his mouth to interrupt she smiled lightly. "And I would tell you if you were," she promised and she saw him let out a deep breath. "Now stop worrying," she told him as she ran her hands down his back. "Because right now I want the same thing you do. I want to feel you deep inside me. As deep as you can get," she breathed and his erection throbbing at her words and the feel of her pulling him closer. He felt like every nerve ending on his body was reaching out for her, and no matter what he did it wasn't enough. He wanted to touch every inch of skin he could find, worship her body, and make her forget everything that had happened the night before. Now it was just the two of them and nothing else mattered. Nothing else ever mattered.
When she guided his lips up to hers it was a slower kiss, but the fire built slow causing them both to let out a low moan. As she felt his hands ghosting over her sides she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, both begging for him to move faster and hoping this would last forever.
He finally broke the kiss to breathe, but found he still couldn't catch his breath. So he gave up trying and pressed his mouth to her neck, enjoying the surprised gasp that escaped her lips. He kissed and nibbled his way slowly across her neck before going back up to her lips.
"Angel," she sighed into the kiss as her hands ran over his muscled back. There was always intensity between the two of them, but right now she felt like with every kiss he was touching her heart…her soul. Suddenly feeling incredibly selfish, she moved to roll them over, but he stopped her, holding her down gently.
"Please Buffy," he asked so softly she barely heard him. "Just let me do this for you," he begged. "And me."
She felt like her heart was in her throat and she couldn't verbally reply. Instead she nodded, looping her arms around his neck. Within seconds his mouth was back on hers but his hands were running slowly down her sides. She couldn't help but tremble under his touch and he pulled his mouth back to look into her eyes. They shared a heated gaze, communicating more than words ever could.
As his hands slid up to lightly cup her breasts she let out a soft gasp at the barely there touch. Her nipples tightened in response and when he took them both between his fingers she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. He softened his touch and began to trace light circles around the taut peaks. Her mouth fell open but she was too lost to say anything. Instead her body arched into his touch, her breasts aching with the need for even more attention from him.
"Angel please," she breathed and he stared at her, taking in the slight flush of her skin and the want so obvious in her eyes.
"What do you want, Baby?" he asked as he bent down to pepper tiny kisses along her chest. "You know I'd do anything."
"I-I don't know," she stammered as his palms squeezed her breasts. "Just…more," she finally managed and he couldn't wait another second before tasting her. He lowered his mouth and swirled his tongue around her left nipple before sucking it hard. His hand massaged her right breast and she moaned out loud. Pressing a muscled thigh up against her center, he felt her working her hips against him trying to get the friction she needed.
Switching to her other breast he had to hold back a groan as she held his head against her chest. He laved his tongue over her nipple, loving the way she gasped under him. He somehow felt like if he could just keep touching her, he wouldn't lose her.
"Can I make you come like this?" he asked, removing his mouth to look up at her. She started to answer, but he blew across her nipples, still wet from his mouth, and she shuddered. Banding an arm around her back, he pulled her chest back up to his lips and ground her even harder against his thigh. "Can I?" he husked and she gasped.
"Maybe," she answered unsure of the answer herself. Normally it wouldn't be nearly enough stimulation but right now it felt so good and she was getting close.
"How about like this?" he asks sliding a hand down her stomach until his middle finger was in her belly button. She gasped out loud at the intense sensations it sent shooting through her body. She'd known she was sensitive there, but she'd had no idea... "How 'bout it Buffy?" he asked again as her hips undulated against his thigh. "Can I make you come like this?"
"Yes," she moaned and with a hungry growl his lips were back on her breasts. He wanted to feel her coming apart for him. He knew she was close because her fingernails were digging into his shoulders so hard it hurt, but he loved it. "Angel," she cried, her hands running from his head to his back unsure of where she wanted to touch him the most.
"Come on Baby," he urged and she felt the slow burn that had been building inside her quickly starting to rise.
"Just don't stop," she whimpered and her eyes fell shut as he did exactly as she asked. Hearing the soft moans coming from her mouth was turning him on like crazy. He couldn't help but thrust his hardness into her thigh, but in doing so he increased the pressure between her legs. Her stomach muscles tightened under his hand and he thrust his hips again. "Oh god yes," she gasped as her body was taken over by waves of pleasure. The second her release hit her he pressed his thumb against her clit sending her flying even higher.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered as her body relaxed below him. He brought his hand up to the back of her head and her glassy eyes met his. "So beautiful," he murmured before leaning down to capture her lips again. Her fingers trailed down his back lightly, and with her good leg she hooked her ankle around his calf.
"Angel," she muttered against his lips as she was frustrated by the fact that he was still wearing the sweatpants he'd changed into. "Take these off," she ordered finding it too difficult to make her body slide them down his hips. In seconds he'd thrown his pants to the floor and was back on top of her. Their eyes met again and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.
Her eyes were begging him, urging him into action so he ran his hand down between her legs. He slicked two fingers inside her heat and watched as her face twisted in ecstasy. His fingers moved slowly, loving the way her body responded to him. Finally she grabbed his head and forced his lips to hers. Her tongue met his immediately and she kissed him with a hunger and passion he thought he'd only dreamed about. She moaned into his mouth, before forcing herself to pull away.
"Angel, stop," she begged. "I want you inside me." Oh god yes, he wanted that too. He held back a groan as he removed his fingers. Staring at her intently he palmed her thigh and pulled it over his hip.
"I love you," he whispered before plunging deep into her. They let out twin moans when they were finally joined and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He slowly began to rock back and forth, kissing his way around her chest as he did so. She was breathing heavily, and Buffy's hips rose to meet his in time with every thrust.
Her hands held onto his shoulders tightly as if she was afraid to let go and he didn't mind one bit. When her nails sank into his skin he finally looked up at her face. She was so damn beautiful. He felt his heart nearly exploding in his chest and he pressed a kiss to her lips.
"I can't ever lose you Buffy," he breathed and she wrapped both her legs tighter around his waist and shook her head.
"You won't," she assured him. She herself was overwhelmed by the love that was pouring off him and the emotions she could feel inside her own heart. She loved him so much. She couldn't imagine a life without him either. "I love you too."
As he moved inside her he reveled in the fact that she, the most amazing person to ever walk the planet, actually loved him. He'd done some questionable things in his life and he doubted that he deserved anything as wonderful as Buffy. She made him feel so good, both physically and emotionally, that he vowed to spend the rest of his life trying to be a better person for her.
When he felt her kissing his neck and his shoulders he couldn't stop his body from trembling. Her touch sent shockwaves of pleasure down his spine.
"Oh god Buffy," he groaned as her nails began sliding down his back. "You're so good."
She moaned loudly at a particularly deep thrust and her mouth fell open. "Please Angel," she whispered shakily as she felt herself nearing the edge. He didn't know how much longer he could last either, but he didn't want this to end. He felt so connected to her. "Come with me," she breathed in his ear and her words were his undoing.
He slipped one hand between them and rubbed her clit in hard circles. He silenced her scream with a kiss as she exploded around him. As her walls fluttered around him, it was only a few more thrusts before he released deep inside her. He groaned against her mouth, wondering if it was possible to be addicted to another person. As her body relaxed below him he softened the kiss and tangled his fingers in her hair. His forehead rested against hers and for the first time he noticed he was sweating slightly.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly hoping he hadn't hurt her after her accident.
"I'm perfect," she assured him and he smiled as he kissed the tip of her nose lightly.
"You are," he replied as he rolled them over until her body was on top of his. "And I am not leaving your side for the rest of this trip," he promised and she smiled at how his arms tightened around her waist.
"Angel," she chuckled lightly. "You don't have to stay with me at all times."
"I don't have to, but I want to," he said simply as he kissed the top of her head. "We can argue about it later," he offered knowing she would have something to say about it. "For now just sleep. You need your rest," he told her as he saw her eyelids drooping.
It was only minutes after Buffy had fallen asleep on top of him that Angel felt his own exhaustion begin to overtake him. Now that he was convinced Buffy was okay, that their relationship was okay, and that his life wasn't going to fall apart, he couldn't fight sleep for another moment.
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Buffy turned over as she woke up and stared at Angel's face. He seemed so peaceful, but she knew the last 24 hours had been hell for him. Actually, they hadn't been great for her either. She'd been convinced that the man she loved was cheating on her with his ex. Although even as she was seeing him kiss Darla, her heart knew it was wrong. Intellectually she had thought he was cheating on her, betraying her, and ripping her heart out, but deep down she hadn't really believed it. Maybe it was foolish, but she couldn't help but think maybe it was something more.
A part of her had been a little afraid of how fast she'd fallen for him. And she had fallen fast. They'd made up a fake engagement and before the cookies were done baking in her kitchen, she was pretty sure she had been head over heels for him. That wasn't like her. She never fell hard or fast. Guys in high school always cared more about her than she did about them. Spike had pursued her long before she'd agreed to go out with him. And obviously Riley had been more invested in their relationship than she had been.
But with Angel things were so different. She lost a part of herself in him, and she didn't want it back. He had her heart. She glanced down at the claddagh ring on her finger. She was glad he'd never asked for it back when they got home after Christmas. And she also noticed he had never taken his off either. She smiled to herself as she realized that she'd had a part of his heart for just as long as he'd had a part of hers.
But still, she couldn't get the thought of Darla out of her head. Not Angel and Darla, just Darla. That bitch. Buffy had really never met her, but she hated her. And although Angel had made love to her after he'd kissed Darla, that had been emotionally driven. Buffy couldn't help but want something a little more…primal. She wanted to claim him, make him forget all about Darla.
With a smile she pushed the sheets off of them and slid down his body. She looked at him and felt a rush of arousal as she saw that he was already semi hard. She reached out and wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly as he shifted in his sleep. He rolled slightly so he was completely on his back and she bent down to place teasing kisses along his inner thighs.
He grew harder in her hand and she heard him let out a groan. Glancing up she saw that he was still asleep, and she grinned. She'd only woken him up like this once before when they'd first gotten together, and it was really a shame. She loved to watch his face. His breathing had increased and she knew that if he were awake his hands would already be tangled in her hair. She'd never realized how much she liked to feel his fingers…
With that thought in mind she wrapped her lips around the tip of his arousal and couldn't help the moan that escaped when he jerked in her mouth. She sucked a little harder and he groaned harshly. Glancing up at him she saw when his eyes flew open and they immediately met hers.
"Buffy," he whispered and in response she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and he let out a harsh breath as he tried to collect his thoughts.
He squeezed his eyes shut as his body responded wildly to Buffy's touch. But she shouldn't be doing this. She needed her sleep. And sitting in front of him naked as she sucked his dick was not…oh fuck he couldn't think. She used her teeth on him and he tried to muster up the strength to pull away.
"Shit Buffy," he gritted out. "You shouldn't…I thought…I was dreaming," he gasped as she sucked him hard and without mercy. "Am I dreaming?" he wondered in confusion. She looked up at him with a wicked gleam in her eye that only turned him on more, but he couldn't do this if she wasn't well. Or maybe if she was covered up it would be okay. There was logic there somewhere, right?
He pushed himself up until he was in a seated position, never slipping from her mouth as Buffy only sucked him deeper. One of her hands gripped the base of his cock and pumped him in time with her mouth. His body shook as one hand instinctively slid around to the back of her head. The other reached out for the blankets and he struggled to pull them up over Buffy even as he felt a tightening in his groin that begged him to thrust upwards just a little. Instead he clenched his hands in the blankets around her shoulders when suddenly she shoved the blankets back down out of her way.
"No Angel. I'm hot," she protested.
"Fuck yeah, you are," he groaned as she took nearly all of him in her mouth. "Oh god, Baby," he breathed out wondering how she blew his mind every damn time she did this to him. He'd had plenty of blow jobs before, from a number of different women, but there was just something that she did…
He moaned as her tongue flicked against the tip of his cock and he could already feel himself swelling in her mouth. Part of him hoped this was a dream because she was going to make him come about three minutes after she'd wrapped those gorgeous lips around him. That was nothing to be proud of on his part.
"Buffy," he groaned harshly as she sucked him hard and his fingers buried themselves in her hair. She alternated her rhythm, first fast, then slow, and it drove him wild. "Oh god Buffy," he whispered and he couldn't help but thrust into her mouth just slightly. Her hand reached out and massaged his balls and in seconds he came like a rocket in her mouth, her name escaping his lips in a strangled cry.
She placed light kisses along his softening shaft before crawling back up his body. Kissing him gently on the lips she pushed him back until he was lying back on the bed.
"Sleep," she told him as she cuddled back into his arms.
"I, I can't sleep after that," he gasped and she giggled as he reached out for her.
"You have a better idea?" she raised an eyebrow as she straddled his stomach.
"Hell yeah I do," he replied hungrily as he pulled her down for a searing kiss. His tongue plundered its way into her mouth, tasting himself as he did so and it made him want to take charge. He began to roll her under him, but she stopped his movements and broke the kiss.
"You got to do what you wanted before," she smirked and he couldn't help but smile in response. "So now I get to do what I want."
"Buffy, I think you may be overestimating me," he teased but when she bit at his lower lip he felt a stirring down below. She kissed him thoroughly and he groaned. God, just seconds ago she'd sucked him blind. He wanted to be inside her more than anything, but even he wasn't that good. He needed more than seconds.
"You'll have plenty of time to recover," she assured him as her hands came up to rest on his chest. "You're a big guy Angel. There's plenty of other parts of your body I would like to pay attention to," she smiled in a way that had him shivering in anticipation. "Besides, I never said you couldn't touch me. I would just like to be on top."
"Baby," he gritted out as her fingernails scraped over his nipples. Fuck, she was going to kill him. "Uh, your knee," he trailed off and Buffy shook her head trying to hold in her laughter. He was hopeless. Here she was, trying to fuck him until he couldn't see straight, and he was worried about a bruise.
"Is just bruised," she assured him and when she wiggled on top of him he could feel her juices coating his stomach. "It's not even swollen anymore."
"So, you're okay?" he asked in a strained voice and when Buffy nodded he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god," he rasped before yanking her hard until her bare chest collided with his. "Because I want you," he growled and when Buffy kissed him she knew that he would be willing to do whatever she wanted. Although she didn't think it would be much of a hardship for him.
"So I was thinking," Buffy spoke as she sat up. "That in a weird, twisted sort of way we should be thanking Darla," she said holding back her laughter at the look on Angel's face. "Okay, so I admit it took a lot of twisting logic to get my brain there," she conceded and she noticed that Angel's hands had now fallen possessively to her hips. "But, she caused our first real fight, right?"
"Yeah," he said hesitantly as his thumbs instinctively rubbed over the smooth skin of her hips.
"And although before we had amazing 'Thank god you're not dead because I couldn't have gone on without you sex,' now," she smiled as she leaned back down until her lips were less than an inch from his. "We get to have makeup sex," she grinned and he matched her smile as he brought her lips down his.
He knew Buffy was jealous, but if she wanted to look at the bright side of things for the moment he was sure as hell going to let her. And as his fingers got stuck in her tangled hair he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He smiled as he recalled how she'd referred to their desperate love making hours before. Something between them had changed. Their bond had grown deeper, stronger, and he was thrilled she'd felt it too.
"Since I screwed up, aren't I supposed to be in charge during makeup sex?" he teased as he kissed down to her chin.
"Nope," she disagreed playfully. "The spurned lover gets to be in charge so they can retaliate in any way they see fit," she spoke, her words ending in a giggle as his hands lightly tickled her sides.
"Is that so?" he asked pressing harder into her sides delighting when she laughed and squirmed even more. He hadn't known she was ticklish. As always she was a constant surprise.
"Yes," she said adamantly with one short nod.
"Well I was thinking…" he trailed off as his hands ran up and down the length of her back. "Since I'm not allowed to be on top at all, that maybe, you could help me out a little bit," he smirked and she looked at him curiously.
"What did you have in mind?" she wanted to know and his hands slid down to the outsides of her thighs.
"I was hoping you'd crawl up just a little bit," he smirked as he pulled her up his body. He slid down a few inches and glanced up at her when his mouth was lined up with her dripping sex. His hands massaged her thighs and she smiled as she shook her head.
"You're not good at giving up control, are you?" she asked playfully and he merely shrugged.
"I don't think you really want me to," he retorted before pulling her hips down to his face. His tongue licked between her folds and she reached for the headboard to steady herself. They'd never done this like this before and she found it exciting. She briefly made plans to do this another time but have him in her mouth as well. She'd never ever done that before, but a part of her had always wanted to. She'd been a little too insecure with Spike and Riley would have balked at the mere thought. But she knew Angel would do it. And she wanted to do it with him…
She opened her mouth to mention it, tease him, torture him with her plans, but the words turned into a moan when his tongue plunged into her. Her free hand speared through his hair, but it wasn't long before her knee was aching from supporting most of her weight. So she put both of her hands on the headboard and rode his tongue hard.
Angel noticed she was trying to keep weight off her knee, but knew she'd never let him know that. So instead of stopping or rolling her over, he grabbed her hips and lifted, holding most of her weight in his arms. The moan that left her lips was low and sexy as hell when he lifted his lips to suck on her clit. He moved his tongue over it, slowly grinding her hips against his mouth as he did so.
"A-Angel," she shuddered and he knew she was already close. He smiled inwardly. She may have made him come fast, but he could do the same to her. He wanted to use his fingers on her, but he had to keep holding her up. Even if her knee was just bruised, he didn't want her to be in pain.
She cried out in surprise as his tongue dipped back inside her depths, teasing her shallowly before plunging deeper. Unable to refrain, she brought one of her hands down from the headboard and tangled her fingers in his hair. She pulled on it, gasping for breath as she held his face against her.
His fingers tightened on her thighs, feeling his own body hardening as he drove her closer to release. He bit down hard on her clit like he knew she liked it before pushing his tongue back inside her. As soon as he heard her high pitched moan he felt a rush of wetness over his tongue. He groaned as he continued to taste her, slowly bringing her down.
"Angel," she whispered as she began to crawl back down his body. He pulled her limp body against his chest and she looked up at him with a dreamy smile. "You are so good at that," she sighed as she saw him licking around his lips, tasting what was left of her on his mouth. "Something else I should thank Darla for?" she quirked an eyebrow at him and he laughed as he shook his head.
"Hmm, no that's more of a natural talent," he assured her. She smiled as she crawled up until she could rest her forehead against his.
"VERY good answer," she told him and he chuckled before his lips were captured in a hot kiss promising so much more.
"Good enough to let me be on top?" he wondered but she shook her head. "It was worth a shot," he shrugged with a cocky grin.
"You are persistent," she mused as her hands ran over his chest. "But if you recall, I told you I wanted to explore your body."
"Explore away, Magellan," he assured her as he realized just how much he'd changed since he'd met her. A month ago he wouldn't have made a playful comment like that. But she made him feel lighter, more carefree, and it was nice.
She grinned down at him before lowering her head to kiss along his throat. His eyes fluttered shut and he ran one hand lightly down her back. He was relaxing under the leisurely pace of her lips as they moved over his flesh, enjoying the tingling sensation it sent shooting down his spine. But suddenly she bit down hard where his neck met his shoulder and his eyes flew open. So much for that leisurely pace.
Her gaze met his and he could see a wicked gleam in her eye. She was going to toy with him…
Her hands ran up and down his biceps as her tongue traced the lines of his chest. She loved his body. It was so damn sexy. She'd never once seen him working out, but nobody just naturally had a body like his. Her hands traveled down to his stomach and the muscles there clenched under her touch. She smiled to herself. He had washboard abs.
She may not know his workout regimen, but one thing she did know was that his body was built for sex. Hard but smooth in all the right places. She saw that he was already almost fully erect and she wondered how long she'd be able to keep this up. She really wanted him inside her. Maybe she'd just speed up her plan.
Her hands ran down his thighs, and he shivered under her fingers. He loved her hands. They were so tiny and always so soft, but she sure as hell knew what to do with them. He groaned as she slid her hands around to the back of his knees. And then she was kissing along his inner thighs. God, she was trying to kill him, wasn't she? Her hair was tickling his legs and her fingers were applying pressure in all the right places. Places he hadn't even known were sexual until Buffy.
She worked her way back up his body. When her teeth sank into his hip bone he nearly flew off the bed. His dick was aching and he let out an undignified whimper as she passed by it back up to his stomach. It was throbbing and he just needed her to touch it. Instead she reached out for his right hand and as she began massaging his palm he begged her with his eyes to have mercy on him. But at her wicked smile he knew she was enjoying herself far too much.
She rubbed between his thumb and forefinger and it sent a rush of arousal down his spine. How the hell did she know all these tricks? He was older, he should be more experienced! Oh, but fuck he wasn't complaining. When she reached for his other hand he gave it to her eagerly and she repeated the process.
His whole body was tight with tension and need, and staring at a naked Buffy straddling his hips was hardly helping matters. He was trying to be patient, he really was. She wanted control and he wanted to give it to her. But this was sheer torture. He wanted to beg her to just fuck him already. To take him inside her and ride him. Hard.
But he didn't want to say anything that would disturb this charged silence that had settled between them. Usually sex between them was filled with some type of talking, often Buffy's witty retorts, but today it was silent. And it was hot.
Slowly she brought his hand to her lips and sucked his middle finger into her mouth. He gasped at the sensation, easily remembering how not long before she'd had those lips wrapped around something much lower. When she released his finger she brought his to the hard bundle of nerves between her legs. As she guided his movements with her own hand he looked up at her face. Her eyes were half shut and her cheeks were flushed.
He used a bit of his own power to put more pressure on her clit and at her gasp he couldn't help but groan. His girlfriend was so damn hot…
"Buffy," he breathed desperate to be buried to the hilt inside her. Her eyes flew up to his and he saw that she was close. Oh god, he wanted to feel her around him when she came. "Come on Baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Please."
"Angel," she moaned but was unable to finish her thought as he dipped a finger inside her. Her hand fell away leaving him to pleasure her.
"Does that feel good?" he asked and she nodded mutely while working her hips against his hand. His free hand came down to stroke his pulsating cock just once. He could feel her dripping on his stomach and her little hands curled into his chest, clutching at the muscles there like they could anchor her if he really did send her flying. "Oh goddamn, you're so hot," he breathed and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
"Just don't stop," she pleaded and he didn't. Instead he rubbed harder, angling his fingers upwards.
"Baby you know I can do so much better than my fingers," he spoke in a strained whisper. He sat up slightly and when she didn't protest he removed his fingers, lifted her hips, and positioned her over his rampant erection. She didn't hesitate to lower herself onto him and he yanked her down hard until he was seated completely inside her.
On her low moan he leaned forward and sucked her breast into his mouth. He had been far too passive thus far. He needed to taste her skin. She wiggled her hips above him and without removing his mouth he looked up at her face. It was already twisted in pleasure and he decided to just let her keep setting the pace. Finally she raised herself up off him before falling back down and after doing that just once more she cried out and he felt her muscles clenching hard around his cock in her release.
Fuck, he'd known she was close, but he hadn't known she was that close.
"Oh god," she cried softly and his hands slid around to cup her ass while she mewled in pleasure. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he kissed his way up to her ear.
"Ride me, Baby," he whispered and the words got to her just like he knew they would. A shudder went through her body before she quickly moved up and down over his cock. Rotating her hips and alternating her rhythm was nearly enough to send Angel over the edge. Needing something to distract him he leaned forward and sucked the skin of her shoulder into his mouth.
One of her hands held him there while the other reached for the headboard for leverage. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. Damn, she thought. He really does have a body built for sex.
His hands cupped her hips and urged her to move faster and harder against him. She was breathing heavily and could feel him swelling inside her. He was still sucking on her shoulder and she knew he was going to leave a mark but she didn't care. Right now it just felt too good.
He couldn't help but thrust up into her and he knew he'd lose it within seconds. She felt amazing. God, he felt like he was burning inside her, but it felt so damn good. He pressed her even closer to him and slipped one hand between their bodies. Using two fingers he pinched her clit and she buried her face in his neck to muffle her scream as she came in a powerful wave of pleasure.
Feeling her body convulse around him he finally let go. Roaring out something that sounded like her name he spent himself inside her.
Angel collapsed wearily on the pillows behind him, pulling Buffy with him. Groaning at the movement since he was still inside her, Buffy shifted until he slipped out of her. Then she crawled up higher on his body until she could bury her face in the crook of his neck.
"I'm exhausted," Buffy laughed as she turned to place a kiss on his chest.
"You need rest," he said quickly concerned and she smiled as she shook her head.
"I don't need rest from being hypothermic Angel. I need rest from the animalistic sex we just had," she explained and he cleared his throat and shifted slightly on the bed.
"Oh. Right," he said and she laughed at him. "I could do with a nap too," he admitted and she glanced up at him. "Want to order food when we wake up?" he asked and when she grinned he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. "Get some sleep, Baby," he whispered as her eyelids began to grow heavy.