Buffy lost the battle with a shiver threatening to overtake her as Angel's tongue began to glide across her skin, her mind finding its way straight into the gutter with the image he was creating. It helped not a thing with getting it back out when his dark eyes met hers under the hood of his far too pretty lashes for any man to have, mouth lowering back to her body, slowly leaving hungry, wet kisses back down her stomach.
Angel took his time ridding her of all but her matching lingerie set that she had quite purposefully put on for the first time this morning, and he took even longer drinking in the picture she made laying there in them. And then he surprised her by blurting out he'd never been with someone like this in here, not in this bed, not in his room.
"Come here," she told him softly, finding his fingers with her own, tugging on his hand until he was settled back above her, his elbows resting on either side of her, his nose just barely brushing the tip of her own.
"Angel, I can't pretend to know what all's gone on in your past beyond the bits and pieces that you've already shared with me. But from the little I've gathered I can tell there's a lot of hurt and pain there, and knowing what I do about you probably a lot of guilt over things that were and still are completely out of your control. I'm still having a little trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that out of everyone it's me you've let in," her fingers lightly touched his brow, "But despite my own insecurities I just want you to know how grateful for it, I am. I'm pretty sure no matter how much you think I've invaded your thoughts since then, the nights…" she grinned, "And days I've gotten lost in some fantasy where you're the star, probably to borderlines stalker levels. I've never really felt like this before, even my last relationship in college," shaking her head slightly, she trailed off for a second, "It was nothing like this, and if we're being honest it kinda scares me."
His brows scrunched back together, "There's nothing to be scared of, Beautiful," but she silenced him with a shake of her head.
"I think about you all the time, I wonder what you're doing on the nights we're not together, if you're taking care of yourself, if you're eating, if you're sleeping. I worry how your days are going when Lindsey's playing guard keeper, if you're letting yourself get stressed out by every little thing, if you're cutting yourself enough slack or if you're sending yourself to an early grave by trying to make sure you get everything done right then. And I love how all that stress seems to fade away whenever we finally get to see each other or steal a few minutes on the phone…" She watched as his gaze seemed to darken above her, "I guess what I'm trying to say is I care about you, more than I ever imagined possible, and I guess I keep asking you if you're sure about this because I already know that even if I lost you right now," she swallowed, "Well I'm not so sure I could ever fully recover from it, and I know you think you don't know how to do this anymore, or you're going to unintentionally hurt me or let me down, but what you don't understand is the only way that's going to happen is by losing you."
Once again he was blown away by the way she seemed to know just what to say, that she seemed to be able to read some part of his soul. Trying his best to suppress all the emotions threatening to spill out of him, he forced the lump in his throat down before grazing his lips back against hers. Then after kissing her until they were both breathless all over again he pulled back just enough to get words out, "I can't promise you that everything's going to he perfect, or that I'm not going to royally screw up at some point, but as far as I'm concerned," he brushed against her lips one more time, "I'm yours for as long as you want me."
Her arms tangled back around him, "How's forever, does forever work for you?"
Instead of answering her, his lips pressed back against hers for the countless time earning him another one of those little breathy moans he was quickly growing to love so much. Following down the now familiar trail down the column of her neck, across her chest, deciding they now how had more than enough time he wasted no more of it admiring the image she created, instead nearly effortlessly he flicked open the clasp of her bra, tossing it to the side he felt himself harden even further as she fully came into his view.
She tried her best to contain herself as he got acquainted with her sensitive mounds. His tongue would swirl around one of her pebbled peaks before switching to the other and back again. Already she felt waves of desire starting to pulse through her core, then without even telling them to she felt her hips rising to grind against him which caused the sexiest sound she had ever freaking heard to erupt from his chest.
"You have way too many clothes on," she half giggled, and half gasped, before purposely repeating the move all over again, this time locking her legs around him in an effort to pull him even closer.
Smirking, he grabbed her thighs in an effort to unlock the hold she had him in. "Stop that," he whispered at her pout as he rose to his knees, his belt had too been lost somewhere between the other side of his room and the bed, but he still wore his slacks.
Sitting up a little, she shooed his hands away just as soon as flicked open the button. Feeling him twitch against her small fingers her breath grew heavy as she slowly inched the metal zipper down clasp by clasp. Then once she was able to, she slipped one of her hands inside the slot of his boxers, wrapping her hand around his waiting flesh, she gave him a few soft strokes, causing his head to fall back and a whole new sound to escape him.
Gritting his teeth while she explored he said a silent prayer that he would be able to hold it together, which was another thing he was completely not used to. Normally with Darla, and everyone else for that matter, reaching release wasn't always something he achieved, more times than not he would exhaust himself without ever reaching it, which gained him no complaints from the women at the time, but was leaving him utterly clueless with what was happening to his body right now.
Deciding he'd had just about as much as he could take, he quickly helped her rid him of the garments. Then before giving her the chance to realize what was happening, he had her back against the pillows, his tongue making a new trail now passing her belly button, then slipping his thumbs around the small strings against her hips, he had her panties off within the next breathe, and then before she could even process it, her thighs were thrown over his shoulders, his tongue sliding between her hot folds.
All the air seemed to rush out of her at once, every muscle in her coiled, she felt her back nearly arch off the bed at the first touch of his lips around her aching clit. She tried to stay quiet, at first just forcing down any sound that threatened to spill from her, and then using her hands to try and muffle it, before just losing all control and letting herself get lost in the pleasure and everything else the man was doing to her body.
Inching one of his fingers inside her body, his own felt like it was close to hanging onto not much but a thread, unable to help himself when it came to imagining another area of his body in its place. Brown eyes darkened as he watched the long digit disappear into her, finding a slow rhythm that in no way matched the urgency brewing inside him.
A soft pant began to fall from Buffy's lips as a second finger joined the other, hips rolling to meet his movements as she tried to figure out what to do with her small, shaking hands. And then she about came right up off the bed again as his mouth returned to teasing her clit, his tongue and fingers working together to send her into an easy frenzy.
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Buffy found the tumble over the edge to both be a well crafted, drawn out experience and yet it felt like it was crashing into her out of nowhere all at the same time. She felt warmth everywhere he touched and began spreading its way outward, her legs having a mind all of their own as she peaked, toes curling inward, twitching to the point she was sure she about crushed Angel's poor head as her knees tried to lock together, then one leg shooting out as the waves continued to crash through her.
Before she even knew what was happening, Angel's large hands had gained some control over her wild limbs, holding her in place. His fingers held steady on the underside of each leg which were bent at the knee and now aimed higher against her body in their new position, leaving her even more exposed to his eyes... and mouth, which seemed to be everywhere, lapping at her dripping silk walls, leaving wet kisses and sucking on her poor, pulsating nub, his tongue making long sweeps from one end of her slit to the other then back again.
Not having much of a chance to even breathe as she came, and as he continued to go at her as if he planned on doing his best to lick her dry and not stop until he accomplished that task, she wasn't so sure she was going to survive as the second orgasm hit. Her fingers tightly wound in the blankets resting below, moans and pleas varying in whispers and wails, everywhere in her small frame starting to tremble and twitch uncontrollably, and one glance down at him was more than she could take. The image he created buried between her warm thighs right then, eyes closed, completely focused on worshiping her like it was his new found purpose in life was bound to blissfully haunt her from that point on.
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Buffy's body displayed an amusing disagreement over wanting to pull him even closer and never wanting him to stop and squirming away from him before he could continue this marathon, unable to take anything more at the moment. Angel slowly made his way back up, his tongue stopping to dip into her belly button, leaving fiery kisses amongst random areas of the warm flesh underneath him as he went. Buffy shivered again, groaning his name out as he drew in one of her taut peaks into his mouth and gently bit down.
"You gonna make it?" Angel couldn't help but chuckle once he was finally back face to face with her, quakes still racking their way through her body, her whole chest heavily rising and falling with every labored breath.
Honestly, she couldn't be sure one way or the other right now. There was a nearly painful numb feeling from how much he had worked her body so far and yet that strong pulsating need for more only grew and refused to stay ignored for long. She wondered if people were even supposed to feel like this, it wasn't as though she had a load of experience when it came to matters of the bedroom but absolutely nothing she had ever done before now compared in the slightest.
She must have looked panicked or something because he was soon chuckling again and assured her everything was okay. Angel's head lowered until his lips met hers, slow and sweet, eventually managing to help with calming down some.
Deciding what little control she'd managed to gain was enough, Buffy's hands went to work doing some more exploring of their own.
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Forcing his eyes to not roll back into his head and stay locked with hers, Angel let out a deep breath then another as her small hands guided him to her entrance.
Barely able to get a word in about protection before he decided he didn't even fucking care at this point, he said a silent thank you to whoever out there might be listening when she told him that was already covered on her end and before she even finished her sentence his hips pressed forward, the head of his currently very angry cock sliding into her burning heat.
Buffy's fingernails scratched at his sides once he was buried to the hilt, both of them hissing at the sensation of their bodies finally sealed together. "You're perfect," he whispered, giving her no time to react or respond, withdrawing before thrusting his way back in at a quicker pace, then repeated the action until they were in a perfect cycle.
She felt like heaven, which didn't exactly surprise him, the tiny blonde seemed to have been handcrafted with him in mind he would swear to it at every turn. He was sure if he were actually able, he would do nothing but this for the rest of his life. He was addicted to her taste, the small sounds of pleasure he could draw out of her, how she tried so hard to keep them hidden and the release of pure satisfaction he felt when she lost that battle, the way she looked at him, how she fit so perfectly against him, how she responded to him exactly how he wanted without having to say a word.
Buffy's chest arched into his, the friction of their bodies becoming too much for her to handle she gasped, those fluttering warning signs he was now intimately familiar with that she was nearing the point of no return showing themselves. Securing her legs around his waist, he hastened the perfect rhythm with a slight angling of his hips to press even deeper into her wet core, and began snaking his hand between their bodies but before he could even touch her he felt her legs try to lock together, then opened wide, lifted, and shut to the best of their abilities once more, her whole body starting to jerk against him. "Angel!" she shouted, clawing at him like she was about to fall off the side of the earth.
He did his best to freeze, to let her ride this out, his eyes squeezing shut and his jaw clenching together painfully. He was afraid to even breathe for fear it would push him over that edge too and he just wasn't ready for that yet. So close, too close, maybe but he still needed more, he needed her to come with him, all he could focus on was staying as still as possible in some effort to give himself a moment to pull it together, though the way she was grinding him against him made that near impossible. In fact he'd been so distracted, his face buried back against the side of her neck that he hadn't even noticed she had begun to float back to reality until he felt her lips nipping just below his ear, her small hands, still trembling, lightly scratching down his sides.
She still wasn't sure what was happening, never in all her life had she ever lost control of her body in the way he'd just induced. Even her breath felt shaky, unable to hold her legs around him for another second, they fell to his side, she couldn't explain it though, even as spent as she was when she felt him twitch inside her a whole new wave of desire seemed to course through her.
His elbows propped back on either side of her, he changed his pace once again setting a brand new rhythm. Slowly he inched from her depths until his tip remained just within her silken walls, then thrusting forward he filled her with such a slow pace, he verged on driving his own self crazy. Her head shook when their lips finally broke apart, that wild look he'd only glimpsed earlier was back in her eyes. She panted his name, "I can't," she gasped against his ear, "I just can't, not again, it's too much."
Instead of answering her with words, one of his hands slid down, locking her knee over the curve of his elbow, changing his angle just slightly, he silenced the soft pleas beginning to fall from her lips with another soft kiss. It felt both like an eternity and just a few moments before he felt her body starting to respond against him again. Her hips rising and rotating, meeting his thrust, desperately attempting to take as much of him as possible. Guiding her leg back around him, he moved once again, sliding his hand down the path between their slick bodies until his fingers circled her throbbed nub. Knowing how sensitive she was, he worked her slowly, rolling his thumb around the bundle until he heard the first soft little pants coming from her.
He was fucking magic, a witch, or werewolf, or whatever magical creature it was that had powers. That was the only explanation she could come up with, it was the only logical reason he could control her in this way. The only way he could have this control over her, make her body crash and fall over and over to the point she was no longer sure where she ended and he began. That warm swirling was starting in her stomach again when he finally shifted his thumb to roll fully over her aching clit, the sensation causing her to grind harder against him.
He honestly wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to hold himself back for. The way she kept rocking and rolling her hips against him, was nearly causing him to lose all control each and every time. More than once he'd nearly given up, and let himself go, but he couldn't, as magnificent as he was sure it would be, he knew tumbling over that edge with her right there with him would be something indescribable.
His balls heavy, he felt those first strings of fire shooting in his groin as his hips slammed into hers. Any and all thoughts either of them had regarding being quiet seemingly flew out the window as each of their moans filled the air around them. One of her hands clenched the silken pillowcase beside her, while the other gripped his arm so tightly, he was positive there'd be some sort of mark come later. For just a moment he'd been about to apologize or at least try with his lack of breath, because for the first time in his entire life he felt completely out of control in regards to his own body. There was no longer any postponing the oblivion he was hurling towards, though just as the words began to roll off his tongue he felt the first tremor start to quake from within her. Falling back over, he tried his best to keep his weight off her as she grabbed and clutched at him, pressing his lips back to her soft pout he finally gave in, letting himself get lost with her in the abyss of pure pleasure shooting throughout him.
Once his limbs didn't feel like complete jelly, he moved to roll off her but even after everything he still heard her whimper slightly at the loss. Pulling her trembling form against him, he waited until she was tucked against his side, her head resting on his chest before touching his lips to her forehead, and then, "For the record," he breathed rather unevenly, "I am not at all opposed to saying to hell with this holiday and everyone else, if it means I can spend the next four days right here with you."
Her arm wrapped around him, "Mmm," she grinned her breath still coming in short pants, "I'm not so sure I could survive that," then glancing up to him from under her lashes, "Not that I wouldn't thoroughly enjoy trying though."
That made him chuckle a little, and hold onto her even tighter, tilting his head he rested it on top of her own he wondered for the countless time how she could be so indescribably perfect. For the first time in nearly as long as he could remember his mind wasn't plagued with who forgot to do what at the office, or what he still needed to get done. He wasn't haunted by images of his parents, or his grandfather, he didn't feel the crushing weight of the sacrifice it took to keep so many people afloat, to keep the business alive, no, when he closed his eyes all he saw was her, and all he could think of was the endless possibilities the future now had in store for him.
She was beyond surprised when she felt his breathing even out against her, of course they had fallen asleep together countless times, but it had always been her slipping off first. She'd never felt like she did right then, ever since her mom died she'd pretty much been on her own aside from a couple short lived boyfriends, it was a feeling she had gotten used too, or atleast one she had learned to accept. She had sort of just assumed that maybe there wasn't some great love out there waiting for her, that maybe that wasn't her purpose in this life, that maybe she was here to show the world a little kindness and grow into one of those wild old lady's with blue hair. But when she was with Angel as much as she tried to keep any crazy ideas at bay, those thoughts seemed to drift away, replaced by a whole new set of ideals and images that usually sent her into a whole new frenzy.
She hadn't been lying earlier when she told him her only fear here was losing him. Even though they hadn't really known one another for long and they had only technically been together for a part of today she felt like he knew her better than anyone on this planet and had easily become the most important person in her life. She had insecurities of course and random moments of worry or concern were bound to be there as well, but as crazy as it sounded, he felt like coming home, like safety and love that only existed in fairy tales, like every dream she could ever want coming true, he felt like forever.
She didn't know what exactly that included or held in store for her but she couldn't wait to find out.
Snuggling in closer to his warm body, she closed her eyes and thought about how if she'd had any idea of what exactly this man was capable of she would have never gotten out of bed this morning... which now felt like it had been a lifetime ago.
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For just a split second, she felt panicked that everything had been nothing but an insanely vivid dream that went well beyond her ream of imagination, but almost as soon as her eyes opened back up and her eyes quickly took him in to make sure he was real, Angel's lips were pressed to hers. "Sorry I kind of went and passed out on you there."
"Uhh... I think you kinda earned it," she chuckled back.
"Mmm," he kissed her lips again, then on the forehead before muttering he needed to go downstairs and get them something to drink, which she had no complaints about with how utterly parched she was. Hell, she was back when drifting off but had zero energy to get up and go find something. "I guess I should probably feed you too huh," he said with a little smile. "All those warnings you have given about how you get when you're 'hangry' and all."
"You have seen glimpses but yeah, if you can avoid getting the whole show it would probably be wise," she smiled, suddenly remembering she hadn't even eaten anything today yet.
All the same, she felt a stirring inside of her when he kissed her once more then as she watched him regrettably make his way from out of the bed, eyes happily drinking in his nude form before he found a pair of boxers to throw on, making her send out a playful whine.
"I'm pretty sure I smell like sweat and a load of other bodily fluids," she curled her nose up before he reached the door, asking if it were alright to hop in a quick shower. He'd shot her a strange look after that and was quiet for a moment before softly telling her she didn't have to ask and basically to use the house and anything in it as if it were her own.
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Grabbing a couple of water bottles out of the fridge, Angel glanced around at everything else sitting in there and wrinkled his nose. He had a couple of things he at least planned to get done tonight for the big holiday meal and tons to get to tomorrow so he wasn't feeling entirely up to cooking anything at the moment but he was feeling pretty fucking famished after his new favorite activities with the girl upstairs.
The door to the bathroom was left half open but he paused to knock, unsure about boundaries here, then entered when she called out to him it was okay, holding out a water bottle for her as he stepped inside.
"I'm pretty sure that you have already been eye level and sometimes quite a bit closer with every inch of me in the past couple of hours so it might be a little late to be concerned about you seeing me naked," she called out, pretty much reading his mind.
Taking a long sip from his bottle, his eyes stayed trained on Buffy under the warm spray of the shower, asking how she felt about having something delivered. When she started tossing ideas back to him he suddenly went wide eyed wondering if he wasn't already messing this up. "Shit, sorry... I should just go ahead and make something, right, set up some big deal? Or take you out... you know on a date, a proper first date type thing?"
"Angel, breathe," she laughed, shaking her head. "I absolutely want to stay in with you today, tonight... maybe for as long as possible at this point now... I want to sit downstairs curled up next to you and eat super greasy unhealthy fast food, or sit outside at that beautiful table you have set up, or something along those lines. I promise. Besides, one might argue we've gone well past any first dates..."
"Uh huh."
"I think history just might look back on these past few weeks as us having started something well before either of us actually admitted up to it."
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Her head fell back against the wall behind her as breathy moans started clawing their way out of her, her thighs opening slightly as he started to explore her again, two far too extremely talented fingers began making smooth gliding motions in and out of her. Buffy wasn't even fully sure what happened, a little teasing turned into getting lost in the hungry way he was staring at her and then she was inviting him to join and everything was kind of a blur from there.
He was in the middle of the room and then he was in front of her, she barely had a chance to think of how sexy he looked as water pelted down on them, lips drawing down on her and his large body melding into hers as he drew her closer soon enough her own body was back out of her hands.
It didn't take long before she was shuddering under his touch, still rather sensitive from earlier, muttering how he had to be some being of the supernatural or an alien porn star walking the earth or something along those lines as she found herself being lifted and guided onto his reanimated cock. Her nails created little half moon shapes in his skin as she held on for the ride, his hands on her hips moving her up and down his length until her own counter movements became too much and he had to use the wall to support them again.
Her whole body seemed to bounce into and from his every hard thrust, she swore every time he hit in a gasping chant, unable to do much else. Her legs jerked for a second and they hitched their way higher on their own accord as she felt a needed brush over her aching bundle of nerves, teasing her at first a few times before having mercy on her, starting a slow circling motion with the pad of his thumb.
Angel suckled on the side of her neck almost painfully, "I need you," he growled.
"You have me," she promised back to him, which seemed to be exactly what he needed to hear.
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