Close to running late, which had become quite the norm for him lately, Angel moved quickly around the house gathering up everything he needed to take with them to LA for their day at his office while Buffy was finishing getting ready her own self upstairs. Her little notepad still lay where he'd tossed it down last night and he mentally promised he'd get at least one thing done when they returned.

Buffy wanted to wait until after the baby shower to rearrange the living room and set some of the bigger stuff up so they knew what they had and what they still needed but he could just imagine the space with swings and playpens, a high chair sitting at the table, toys strung about everywhere. She was still deciding what she wanted to add to their bedroom for those first few months, afraid to be too far away during the night from the little one at first.

He got lost in that train of thought until he heard Buffy calling him from upstairs to make sure he had grabbed the files from his office that he definitely didn't need to leave without. He turned his head to reply that he did and felt the word get stuck in his throat as he watched Buffy all but glide down the stairs. She was wearing one of the new maternity dresses she had picked up over the weekend and he felt his pulse quicken as he took in how it clung to her in all the right ways.

"How exactly am I supposed to get any work done with you in that?" he asked of her. He wasn't even sure how he was going to get out the door let alone make it all the way to his office.

Buffy just shook her head, the maxi dress she was wearing was honestly nothing special, but she had to admit that it did accentuate all of her curves in the most perfect of ways. "Well I can't very well go into your office wearing sweats, Babe."

Angel's fingers itched to touch her, but he knew once he started he wouldn't be able to stop. Knowing they couldn't be late, his meeting with the Turners was in less than two hours. With traffic they were already pushing it, swallowing thickly, he simply nodded his head, as he grabbed the keys to follow her out the door.

Unable to resist copping a feel, he quickly patted her ass as he pulled the car door open for her, grabbing her hand, he helped her into his low riding BMW, knowing this was yet another thing they would have to sort out before little bit got here. Of course they had her car, but he didn't want to only have one vehicle available to them once she was born, besides he'd had his eye on those new SUV's with the entertainment systems.

Ughhh, she hated traffic. Again, she found herself wondering if they should do as Lindsey kept suggesting and sell the damn house. At least then they wouldn't have to deal with this drive every week, not that she would be able to make the trip with him every time once the baby was born, but they had yet to discuss anything that far ahead.

Though she figured it would be a battle, it was hard enough convincing him that she would be fine to attend her hair appointment next week. The only day her stylist had available for another month happened to fall on the same day he already had appointments scheduled at Wolfram and Hart. Of course she had jumped on it, much to Angel's disapproval, but there was absolutely no way she could go another month with these roots. One of the many joys of pregnancy was that her hair seemed to grow like a weed.

"Penny for your thoughts," she heard him say as he brought their conjoined hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of her palm.

"Honestly," she asked, shifting a little so that she could face him. "I was thinking about how bad this drive sucks."

Wincing he wasn't sure how to respond, "It's only once a week, it's not too bad," he told her just as they came to a complete stop on the interstate.

"Oh please, it's an hour and a half drive, on a good day."

Sighing loudly he knew what she meant, before everything, before Darla, before she found out she pregnant the drive really wasn't such a big deal. But now, with the reality of parenthood looming over his head, and the threat of the psychotic blonde popping back up, he had really begun to consider his options.

"I know, I've been thinking about it too… maybe it is time for me to move on," he suggested.

It wasn't the first time that he had mentioned the possibility of leaving the establishment that had long since been his other home, but she didn't want him to regret that decision later on down the road. "But you love Wolfram and Hart, and they love you," she insisted.

"Mmm, I love you more," he whispered, releasing her hand so that he could move his own to rub across her swollen belly. Smirking when his daughter rewarded him with a firm kick.

"You know it's kind of annoying how much of a daddy's girl she already is," Buffy grumbled, as she moved his hand across her stomach to where their daughters movements had shifted too.

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It had been nearly an hour and they still had miles to go, there must be a wreck somewhere up ahead. Sliding her hand across the slender console, she crept it a long to the inside of his thigh, trying to play it off she kept her eyes on the road ahead of her.

Angel's eyes bounced back and forth from her profile in the passenger seat, down to her nimble fingers that kept inching closer to his awakening rod, and back to the road. "Buffy," he warned, knowing that look she wore all too well.

"Hmmm," she asked innocently, forcing herself not to look his way, as she gripped him through his slacks.

"We're stuck in traffic."

She couldn't help but giggle. "Obviously."

This woman was going to be the death of him in one way or another. His cock already throbbed beneath her fingers, what the hell was he supposed to do stuck in the middle of the damn highway. His mind began ticking through his options, as she began stroking him more firmly, she was far too pregnant to pull over and accomplish anything in this tiny ass car. That SUV was sounding better and better every second.

She wasn't sure why she loved teasing him so much lately, she really shouldn't be torturing him like this. She knew that as soon as they walked into the building he was going to have to head straight into his first meeting, but something about the idea of making him crazy all day set her a blaze. Clenching her thighs together in an effort to alleviate the ache that had begun, she made quick work of unclasping his belt, and flicking the button to his trousers open.

Slipping her hand beneath the material, she freed his rigid flesh from the restrictive material, working him slowly from base to tip, she used the moisture that accumulated at his tip as lubrication to glide her hand down and around him.

She had yet to so much as glance at him, her gaze staying steady, focusing on the red lights of the cars ahead of them. She was trying her best to pretend that there was nothing out of the ordinary about jacking your husband off in the middle of rush hour on the I-10.

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Forty-five torturous minutes later they finally pulled into the parking garage. Buffy had been unrelenting in her quest to drive him completely fucking mad with lust, his cock throbbed, his balls ached, full and heavy, his need for release over riding every other thought in his brain. If he wasn't aware that every square inch of this place was under video surveillance he would take her against the concrete pillar they were parked in front of.

Gripping her wrist, he forcefully pulled her hand away from his very angry cock. Dropping his head back against the headrest, he closed his eyes and swatted her hand away once more. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to recite the alphabet backwards in an attempt to calm his raging libido.

Shifting his hips, he gently tucked himself back inside his boxers the best he could, making sure to take care zipping his trousers back up.

"Just give me one minute," he pleaded, lacing his fingers back with hers. Unfortunately, time was not on his side as his phone began to ring, noticing it was Lorne, he glanced down at the tent in his pants wondering how in the fuck he was going to make it through this first meeting, or anything that he planned for today, with this damn woman driving him insane. He was less sure of this as she leaned over and whispered in his ear that she'd make it up to him later.

"That doesn't help me right now," he groaned before answering his phone before it decided to send Lorne off to voicemail. He sighed as he assured he was almost there, he'd just gotten the car parked.

Looking over at Buffy he nearly groaned again, telling Lorne he still needed to get Buffy squared away up in his office and use the bathroom quickly and then he'd be good to go. He gave Lorne a few starting points to get the ball rolling while they waited for him to join.

Buffy only smirked as they got out of the car and began walking toward the large building and he muttered curses under his breath the whole way in

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Buffy was still in her playful mood as she spun around in his large office chair thinking about their ride in this morning and that look in his eyes as they'd parted after he unlocked the door and made sure she was alright being left in here while he went about his business.

Propping her feet up on his large desk, she began thinking of new ways to entertain herself while she waited... her own needs had been left quite unfulfilled so she thought about grabbing her phone out and sending him a new round of photos and scandalous videos of herself.

Biting her lip, she glanced at the door and almost looked away when it swung open and her face flooded red as Lilah Morgan's face appeared. She thought she'd locked that door and nearly laughed as she thought how embarrassing of a situation that could have been. Staying out of the brunette's way, she watched as she grabbed a file then talked with Harmony for awhile out in the hall.

Given the woman left the door just wide open, Buffy spun in the chair again so she could stand and walk over to shut it, and made sure it was actually locked this time.

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Angel's arms wrapped around her tightly, his body pressing against her as discreetly as he could manage in the crowded hallway once they'd finally released him for lunch. He tried inching her back to his office and she smiled wickedly at him for a moment before announcing how she had accepted Harmony's invitation to grab something the next block over with a few other people from his floor.

He growled into her neck and his hard member stabbed into her outer thigh. "I'm not hungry," he growled out.

Harmony made a gasping noise and came over to smack him on the arm lightly. "Angel! Buffy has been stuck in here all morning, it's already getting so late and she is pregnant, Angel! She is eating for two, you know!"

His head fell down to her shoulder. "Yeah, Angel," she teased. "I'm starving." His head lifted and her knees gave a little as she looked into the dark, lusty pools. "Didn't you get all of my messages?" she barely managed to ask with a straight face.

"You're going to make this a whole day thing aren't you?" he asked, low in his voice.

"Uh huh," she promised.

"Eventually you're going to find yourself alone with me, you do remember that?" he whispered.

"Mmhmm. And I can hardly wait."

"You might want to grab an umbrella," Harmony told them after ending a quick call and taking down the message for him. "It's been sprinkling very lightly off and on."

"I guess that's as close as I'm getting to a cold shower," Angel muttered. You could almost hear him wishing for a downpour to strike. He came to stand behind her and she had to bite back a moan of her own as he pressed up against her ass as the small group waited for everyone to gather up so they could head out.

As his lips teased the soft flesh under her ear she began to wonder if he was going to forget where they were, or perhaps simply not care, and everyone was going to see much more of either one of them than they probably ever wanted to.

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Angel glanced at the clock yet again. He was fairly certain seconds had been added to minutes today, hours were grouped together pretending to be just one. They weren't even in for a full shift today but he felt like this day was just refusing to end. All of his meetings were boring, there had been several mix ups in another department that he'd had to remedy, and there was Buffy and her endless quest it seemed to drive him to the point of insanity.

It had been impossible for him to keep the damn minx off of his mind the entire day. His mind would roam at random back to her and his body hadn't stopped aching to touch her yet. He was pretty sure people were tired of having to repeat themselves to him all day because he'd get distracted thinking of just walking out of here and spending the rest of the day locked up in his office with her, or of marching into Holland's and saying he quit just to get out of one meeting to the next to just focus on all the many things he wanted to do to her right now and for the end of his days.

Hell, he'd fantasized about telling Harmony to just send her into the conference room more than once through the day and just having his way with her right here without a care to what he was supposed to be doing or who was watching... or shoving her under a table... or a million other thoughts that were driving him up the damn wall.

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Angel nearly flew out of his chair, across the room and out the door once he was finally free to go. He said a whispered thank you to the heavens as he zipped through hallways to get back to his office.

"Angel?" He nearly growled, stopping at Harmony's desk. "I need you to sign this." With an enormous sigh, he grabbed the pen from her and looked at the paper - twice - before doing as she asked. His eyes kept drifting to the door and Harmony then told him Buffy wasn't even in there.

"And where is my wife, Harmony?" he asked, handing the pen back over and flipping the paper back toward her.

Harmony's shoulders shrugged. "She just said she'd be back, there was something she needed to go grab."

Angel silently growled in his head that this was very true words and he had exactly what it was she needed to get her damn hands on. He asked the ditsy blonde if there was anything else she needed and prayed her answer was a big, fat no one that. Harmony shook her head and fiddled around her desk while bidding him a good rest of his day. He grumbled something unintelligible, as he set off to his office to call that wife of his.

Just as he stepped through his door, his phone dinged, pulling it from his pocket, he clicked on Buffy's name, and up popped a selfie of her sitting in his car. It was taken from an angle that showcased her full breast as she cupped her pregnant belly with her free hand.

This was it, he was going to die, he was going to be the first man in all of history who died from a case of blue balls. Much to womens contradiction, it was in fact an actual condition, one he'd been battling all fucking day. Every step he took was torturous, he had to make a conscious effort not to embarrass himself and walk normally.

"I'm dying here beautiful," he pounded out on his phone's keyboard, before begrudgingly walking the rest of the way to his office to lock up. Glancing towards his bathroom, he momentarily considered taking care of himself real quick, but knew that would send his little minx into a tailspin, he knew better than to anger the pregnant woman.

Still, two could play her game.

Kicking his office door closed with one foot, he collapsed onto the chair closest to him. Sliding his zipper down, his shaft immediately sprang free from under the material, purple and angry, twitching up towards his smooth stomach. Hitting the record button on his phone, he stroked himself, making sure the camera caught each and every one of his movements.

Knowing his self control was teetering, he released his cock just as he felt those first tugs in his groin, signaling that he was about to reach that point of no return. Using every ounce of willpower he had left, he stuffed himself back inside his slacks, just as he hit send on the video.

Shucking his jacket off he sighed, draping it over his arm, in an effort to hide the raging hard on he was sporting. Resigning himself to fate, he silently began begging the powers for the strength to make that long drive home.

His phone began ringing as he slowly made his way down the long hall to the parking garage, each step causing his swollen over filled balls to throb incessantly. Rolling his eyes, he seriously debated answering the video call, knowing she just wanted to see if he was really taking care of himself without her.

However, that was also exactly the reason he found himself clicking on the notification, incapable of resisting her charm.

"Hello, Lover," her sultry voice filled the air around him as her face came into view. Glancing around the hall, he was never more thankful that there wasn't anyone around, probably due to the fact that it was barely two, but still.

"Buffy," he warned.

She ignored him, setting her phone inside the holder that attached to his dash, adjusting it so that it showed the perfect angle. "You're not in your office," she stated softly as she trailed her fingertips across the top of her breast, that seemed to spill out the top of her dress.

His throat felt as though it was closing up on him, having to consciously remind himself to breathe, he quickly loosened the tie around his neck. "We're leaving," he all but growled at her through the screen.

Buffy chuckled lightly, she knew how close he was to snapping, she'd been looking forward to it all day. Pressing the automatic button to lie her seat back, she looked out the window once more to make sure there weren't any passerbyers. Grateful he had chosen to park in such a secluded spot, and for his tinted windows, she slowly spread her thighs, raising one leg to rest against the dash.

Using the armrest of the door to support her knee, she began inching the soft cotton up her legs, letting the material pool at the top of her belly just below her engorged mounds. "Mmm," she moaned lightly as her own fingers trailed the curve of her stomach, coming to a stop just above the light pink cotton of her underwear.

Once more Angel fought the urge to duck into the nearest restroom, his dick nearly raw from straining against the material of his boxers all damn day. "You're really pushing my limits here woman."

He couldn't have asked for a better vantage point. He could see everything from the curve of her belly, the smooth expanse of her thighs, to the darkening of her underwear where hot moisture seeped from her core, silently calling him to devour the sweet nectar that accumulated.

Briefly she wondered if she had crossed a line, if she were pushing him too far, but the thrill of excitement that coursed through her, had her quickly pushing those thoughts away. Noticing that he'd finally reached the elevator, she slipped one of her hands beneath the elastic band of her panties, never breaking eye contact with him, she gently began tracing her swollen bud between her fingers.

"Mmm, sometimes it's like I can't think of anything else besides the feeling of you inside me," she gasped breathlessly as she began rolling the sensitive bundle around, her eyes falling shut as she lost herself in pleasure for a couple of minutes until she heard the ding of the elevator from his end of the line.

Her eyes snapping back open, she smiled provocatively, as she removed her fingers and adjusted her dress so that she was once again covered. Sitting her seat back up, she ended the phone call, laughing at the string of curses that she could hear falling from his lips as he made his way towards the car.

Changing tactics, she put on her sweetest smile as he opened the driver side door, acting as though she hadn't just had her own fingers buried between her thighs. Tossing his suitcase blindly into the car, he wasted no time grabbing her to him, kissing her with such force he was sure their lips would be bruised come tomorrow. Her swollen belly was the only thing that kept him from pulling her across his lap and burying himself in her warm depths right then… fucking surveillance cameras be damned.

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For reasons only God knew, she had eased her torment as they made their way through the streets of Los Angeles, headed for Sunnydale. When they had finally cleared the traffic of the city, Angel breathed a sigh of relief, as he mentally began counting down the minutes until they were home.

They were still roughly thirty out when Lindsey's ringtone filled the speakers of his car. For once he was thankful for the assholes distraction as he hit the button to answer the call on his steering wheel.

Buffy only half listened to the conversation that was going on between the two. When the topic switched to the latest sport game, she really tuned them out. Knowing they were getting closer to home, she smiled wickedly once again as she bunched the flowing fabric of her dress back around her waist. Lying back in the seat once more, she slid two of her fingers back underneath her panties and when he caught on to just what she was doing there beside him, Angel nearly swerved their car off the road in one direction then nearly into another vehicle in the other lane before getting his bearings once more.

His fingertips white knuckled the steering wheel so hard she thought it might break and she watched the internal debate play across his face as to keep trying to talk to Lindsey for at least part of a distraction or telling him that he had to go and just trying to hold on with all he had until they finally made it home.

Deciding to be a little offended by his attempts to ignore her as he tried carrying on his conversation still, Buffy's fingers slipped out of her slick heat and began teasing her swollen nub. When her breathing started to become erratic, Angel growled out a fleeting, choked out goodbye to Lindsey then he growled a number of new curses at her, his dark eyes glancing her way before going back to the road.

He threatened to pull off to the side of the road as her soft moans filled the car, telling her how they'd probably wind up getting arrested for indecent exposure - at the very least - and she had to admit she was almost tempted to dare him to do it and let fate take care of whatever happened next. But instead, she closed her eyes and playfully asked him how exactly he would do all of it.

Angel made a noise of pure frustration at her but she finally got him to play along with her, her fingers building her up as she imagined it was him touching her just as he strangled to describe the little fantasy.

Or perhaps he was still threatening her with it.

Maybe a bit of both she landed on.

Buffy's body pressed hard against the seat belt as she arched, her hips moving, her body moving all on its own accord as pleasure began to rip through her, barely even registering that they had pulled into the driveway as she reached the beginning of her pleasure peak.

Buffy shivered as she thought of how the rest of her day was bound to play out, slowly coming down from the sexual high. Teasing Angel to this degree was a bit reckless, it was quite unfair, and it was sexy as hell as far as she was concerned... but no matter how well she thought she did with driving him mad, she knew he could always top it somehow.

And she could hardly wait.

She was sure she'd be crying and begging to the heavens in payback before long, and probably most of the evening.

On the other hand, she knew that there was no way right now, not in this moment, that he was going to be able to do any of that... not after the hell she'd happily dragged him through today.

Not until he got at least some relief anyway. He was too wound up, she thought he'd probably bust if he even got an inch inside of her right now.

And she loved every last bit of it.

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Buffy hadn't even had a chance to walk through the door, Angel's hands shot out and pulled her through the doorway and she was sure she would have bounced right off the damn thing as he pushed her against it to shut it behind her if he hadn't been right there to keep her in place. His mouth swallowed the moan she tried to release into the world as his hands were finally on her again, and were seemingly everywhere at once. His lips buried in her neck, nipping at her flesh, grazing at her earlobe as his hands roamed her hips, her thighs... as he did his best to frame her stomach... cupping her aching breasts...

"I need you," he whispered, his voice full of pain and lust.

Buffy pulled him closer just another step, her own hands quickly undoing the button and zipper to the front of his black pants. Angel moaned her name as she touched him, her movements helping to lead him into changing positions with her, her hands pushing the material of his pants and boxers down past the curve of his ass before pushing it into the back of the front door.

She squeezed him lightly as she slowly got down on her knees. Angel let his head fall back with a loud thud against the wood as she flicked her tongue across the head of his very angry cock. Her grip tightened as she stroked up and down his length after he growled for her to move faster, to grab him harder.

He commanded it once more, his voice low and needy, and her eyes watched him as she increased pressure once again. She thought that he looked as if he were nearly in pain but he shook his head, still pressed against the door, when she asked if it was too much, if he wanted her to stop or slow down. Her lips returned to his velvety flesh, her mouth moving with powerful sucks halfway down his shaft as her hands moved faster, pumping at the base of his cock.

It wasn't but a couple minutes before he growled out her name. She knew he was giving her a warning that he wasn't going to last much longer, not today, not like this. All of which she had expected and was hoping for, wanting to see him at a lack of that self control he held on to so damn well. He was panting, eyes still screwed shut above her as she stole a quick glance.

She began to hum around him and that was all he could take, one hand shot out to the back of her head, fingers tangling up in her long hair. She fought the urge to choke as he suddenly thrust into her mouth until hot jets shot down her throat. She closed her own eyes, her fingers now digging into the soft flesh of his hips as she cleaned him off until he couldn't anymore... his legs giving out and he slunk down to the floor, grabbing her up a moment later and pulling her to him.

He tried to apologize for being rougher with her than normal but she shut him down before he could finish that train of thought. It was exactly what she wanted, to drive him to the point he was that out of control, for him to just take her, to claim her exactly like that.

For starters.

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Angel wasn't entirely sure what had even gotten into this woman lately but he wanted all of it.

He wasn't sure if he could exactly survive it, but he wanted it. His dick hurt, refusing to completely go down even after basically fucking her face and finally getting off after hours of torture at the hands of this damn woman. Buffy's hand reached out, returning to stroke him and she whispered how she wanted him inside of her.

His eyes narrowed. There was no way he was just giving in to her pleas after what she had put him through today, he'd heard stories from other expectant fathers about their wives libido becoming insatiable during pregnancy… he was starting to believe there was some truth to that.

His cock however was a fucking traitor, already it throbbed between her fingers, pulsing, craving the warm depths of her body. Shifting her to straddle him, he kicked his shoes and pants the rest of the way off. His hands threaded through her hair, holding her firmly in place, he explored her mouth as though he never had before. The urgency he felt moments ago, somewhat abated, for now at least, he switched his task of immediate gratification, to one set on driving her to that same brink of insanity she'd had him at all day.

His hands glided from the softness of her hair, down the smooth expanse of her neck, dropping down to her swollen breasts, he softly circled her overly sensitive nipples through the material of her dress.

Buffy arched into his touch, this was just what she'd been craving, what she'd known was coming since she first decided to start this game. Stripping her of the blasted dress that had been taunting him all day, he wasted no time riding her of the bra that kept her breasts from view. Biting back a moan as her perfect globes finally came into view, he gripped her ass pulling one of her perfectly swollen nipples between his lips, as her swollen belly pressed firmly into him.

Using his arms he lifted her hips, shifting so that his hard shaft slipped just inside her hot folds, helping to raise her a few times, he knew this wasn't going to work.

Lil bit was making this position impossible, slamming her down once more he paused while fully seated in her searing heat.

A mixture of whines and moans fell from her lips as she felt him fully inside her stretching her inner walls, she pleaded with him for more, anything to take this relentless ache away. Despite all the teasing this was exactly what she had been craving all day.

"More," she moaned against his lips as she attempted to ground onto his hard shaft.

Knowing there was no way he was going to make it up the stairs, his need for her too strong, he glanced towards the living room, gripping her tightly, he used all of his strength to stand while still holding her to him.

Making his way over to the couch, he groaned as he slid her off his throbbing cock, flipping her around he urged her to get on her knees atop the couch, then he guided her hands to the arm rest.

"Don't move," he whispered huskily in her ear as he adjusted her position, using his fingers he teased her dripping entrance, slipping two of them in and out of her slick folds. Delighting in the sounds that were falling from her lips, "God, I love you," she heard him murmur somewhere through the fog bliss.

Angel grabbed his own swollen cock, pumping it in the same rhythm that his fingers slipped into her wet folds. Teasing her wasn't turning out to be as easy as he had planned, pulling his fingers from her depths, she immediately whined at the loss of contact but, but her breath hitched at the feel of his tongue taking their place to lap at her hot juices.

Her thighs trembled, he could tell how close she was, wanting to draw this out he forced himself to pull back. Swiftly undoing his tie, he made quick work of undoing the buttons on his shirt sliding the garment down his shoulders.

"Please, please, please" She chanted with him, needing him more than she ever had.

Naked at last, he leaned over her, kissing a trail from the back of her neck, down the line of her spine. Using both his hands he spread her mounds, dipping his tongue inside her hot center he lavished at the flavor that was her.

Gripping the couch she arched back trying to guide him where she needed him, rotating her hips against his tongue, she damn near cried when she felt his tongue slide down to circle her throbbing clit.

"Yessss," she hissed, and Angel couldn't help but chuckle. Circling her swollen bud a few more times, he had to use both his hands to grip her thighs in an effort to keep her steady. Abandoning her hot center, he began leaving hot open mouthed kisses around the curve of her ass back to her spine, where he rested his forehead, panting for a moment, his own shaft angry, arguing with him to just give in.

An evil smile graced his features as an idea struck him, raising to his knees he rubbed his rigid cock along her wet folds for a few seconds. Feeling her body twitch every time it came into contact with her overly sensitive bundle of nerves.

She knew she had taken things too far today, this was all her doing, but honestly she wasn't sure how much more she could handle.

She needed him...now.

Positioning himself at her dripping entrance, he began inching inside of her, holding his own breath, he had to fight the urge within him to slam into her and take her right then. Reminding himself that this was her payback he would slide into her depths until only his head was buried, before pulling back out and starting the process all over again. Holding her hips, his fingers dug deeply into her flesh in an effort to keep her still.

Her entire body shook in need of release, her arms trembled as they gripped the couch. "Baby, I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall," she rushed out with shaky breath, not wanting to crush the baby in process.

Slipping from her silky channel, his hands reached around to rub her growing belly. "I've got you beautiful, I'll always have you," he groaned from behind her. Sliding his hands up to her heavy breast he urged her to lean back up to her knees, holding her flush against him, his angry cock throbbed between them, searching for her warmth.

"Roll over beautiful," he whispered in her ear as he nipped sucked his way down her neck. Guiding her to turn around, he helped her lay back onto the soft cushions of the couch. Reaching around to grip her ass his mouth latched onto her clit, her hand instantly grabbed his hair, grinding herself against his lips.

The ringing of Angel's phone filled the otherwise quiet space, knowing it was Lindsey from the ringtone, he couldn't help but grin against her wet folds. Any other time he would ignore the fucker, but payback was a bitch. Reaching blindly in the floor, he quickly found the device, sucking her clit between his lips one more time, he released her, pulling back to answer the phone.

"Hello."

"Dude what the fuck, we're in the middle of a serious discussion about last weeks game and you just hang up one me. Now, I'm starting to wonder if you were ever my friend at all."

Buffy's legs were splayed open next him, her sex glistened, as she glared at him over the curve of her stomach. When he saw her own fingers seeking out her folds, he quickly swatted them away. Holding a finger up to his mouth silently telling her to be quiet he slid one of his thick digits back inside her aching depths.

Buffy looked at him like he was crazy and he only smiled back at her.

Angel continued to just carry on his phone call with Lindsey acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary while Buffy lay bare before him, his fingers dancing in and out of her. Buffy did her best to bite back her moans as he worked her, she had slapped a hand over her mouth at one point, also one of the throw pillows that were strung out all out of place from the couch were grabbed and placed over her face as well. Sometimes out of pleasure, some of these out of trying not to curse him out. Buffy's body moved in endless directions, her hips rocking all over creation, always trying to get him to touch her where she needed him most, her eyes full of lust and need begging him to give in and to just take her and end this little game of theirs already.

He would slow his pace as she whined, as she'd get closer to ecstasy, and he would raise an eyebrow to remind her that she was the one who started this. He'd somehow survived the majority of the day with her, he could push her buttons just as hard.

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Buffy said a silent thank you to the heavens above as Angel positioned himself back at her entrance once more. After he'd finally gotten off that stupid call with Lindsey he had worked her up to tears more than once, bringing her right to the edge of bliss only to slow back down again... he would have her panting, pleading, his fingers or his tongue expertly teasing her right up until that bubble of pressure was about to burst... and then he'd change direction of his minute movements or he would up and remove himself from her clit again... time and time again it happened. Her entire body seemed to shudder as he slowly filled her, her walls squeezing him for all their worth. Angel's hands went to her waist, attempting to keep her in place as she already started rocking against him from the moment the tip of his head touched her.

"Angel," she whined, breathlessly.

"Yes, my love?" he questioned, his lips muffled some by her neck as he stopped nibbling on her to speak. She moaned before begging him to fuck her. "Mmm, pretty sure that's what I'm doing, Beautiful."

Buffy made a noise of frustration. "I want you to fuck me harder," she clarified. His teeth nipped at her once more as he finally took to following her directions, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head with each thrust. "I love you," she breathed out. She was wound up, sweaty, exhausted, needy... She wanted him like never before and it was driving her crazy.

He was driving her freaking crazy.

Angel gave a low chuckle. "You had better... with all the shit I put up with you."

Buffy felt herself nearing orgasm again and wasn't entirely sure she wasn't above threatening to kick his ass out of the house if he pulled any more shit right now. Her hand started moving between their bodies but he grabbed her, putting her hand back down to the side and telling her to behave. She started to complain at him, but that was cut off as well, a strangled sound falling from her lips as soon as his thumb began massaging her.

It was too much for her to take after this day, after all they'd been putting one another through, feeling like only mere seconds had passed Buffy felt herself finally able to let go and her vision became rainbows and stars, her body feeling like it was both flying and falling at the same time. As if sensing it, Angel's hands held her tighter and he whispered she was okay, that he still had her. She nodded, or at least attempted to. She wasn't sure if her head actually moved or not at this point and time.

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After many hours had passed and many, many rounds with Angel all throughout their house, Buffy drifted off to sleep questioning her actions of today. Of course, teasing Angel was always all in good fun and there was something about making him come unglued with her that made her feel sexier than anything else on this planet. But damn, was she wore out right now! She felt like between her legs had been left numb, her body wouldn't stop humming even as she just laid there. The past handful of hours felt like a week's worth of them trying to make sure she got pregnant, and with Angel that was saying a lot.

She was pretty sure Angel groaned himself to sleep, feeling nearly as wore out as she was.

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