10:11 p.m.
Angel walked out of his steamy bathroom toward his bed, toweling himself dry as he did. The vision problem was taken care of, and he’d managed to come out of the battle with only a few scratches. Gunn and Wes were no worse off, so all in all, it was a good night.
All afternoon he’d thought about his talk with Wes. He truly didn’t think he was in love with Cordy. Desired her sexually. Yes. No question. He was officially a horn dog and now that she was willing, he couldn’t keep his mind off of her. The whole in love thing was still up for grabs.
But, he’d meant every word he’d said to Wes, and he realized he felt less panicked. When this fuck buddy thing started, he feared falling in love with her. He was terrified of the pain that was inevitable with the loss of it. Buffy had taught him what agony truly was.
She had also shown him how good being in love could be. He could think back now and remember her lovingly and not be tortured by those memories. And, he discovered today that he was ready to be in love again. Everything in him longed to feel the peace of going to sleep in someone’s arms knowing what awaited was the joy of waking up with her still there. One person in the world just for him.
Whether or not Cordelia was that woman, he didn’t know. But, he was ready to find out. He didn’t think he’d be able to discover the answer tonight, however.
She had gone home before they’d left for Inglewood, still woozy from vision hangover. Angel made Fred go with her, but now Fred was settled in her room with her physics journals after telling him that Cordy was safely in her apartment and okay. He didn’t push her to see if okay meant she was feeling fine or just that she was still alive but in pain.
He knew he was being insensitive, but he hoped they could still have their rendezvous. The fight had worked him into a frenzied energy that he wanted desperately to release. Plus he just wanted to see her. He was used to seeing her after a fight and having her fawn over him. It was her way of making him feel safe and calming the demon that was always close to the surface during a battle.
He’d wanted to make this night very special. The plan had involved lots of candles, soothing music, a hot bubble bath, a relaxing massage, and rose petals. An evening of pampering that would end with passionate but tender love making. Unfortunately, the vision interfered with his preparations, so the mood would have to be less moody. If there was even going to be a reason for a mood.
He slipped on a pair of black, drawstring training pants as he considered what to do.
**Stop torturing us both and call her. See how she feels.**
“I don’t want to make her feel pressured, or worse, have her think I’m only calling because I want to have sex.”
**Then don’t mention it, asshole. Do you really think it would have been a good plan to call and say, ‘How are you…I’m ready for my sex now…Get your ass over here’?**
“Sounds more like something you’d say.”
**Only when I’m taking, not courting. Just call her. She’ll suck up all that tender concern and she’ll let you know what she wants. We are talking about Cordelia here.**
Angel was beginning to think the only time he had rational thought was when Angelus thought for him. Frightening.
He picked up the phone and dialed her number without thinking. It rang only once and then her voice tickled his ear.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s me.”
“Hi.”
She sounded tired and a little groggy.
“I just wanted to see how you were and let you know that it’s over. Everyone’s fine, so don’t worry about that.”
“I thought it must be. Over, that is. The pain’s fading. You’re sure you’re okay? No major punctures that need my expert healing hands?”
**Oh, yeah, baby. I can tell you where to put those hands.**
“Uh, yeah. I mean, no! Nothing bad. Just some scratches. They’re practically gone.”
“Oh. Okay”
Did she sound disappointed?
The silence was always tough. Angel hated phones for exactly this reason. What the hell was she thinking? He couldn’t see her and read her expression. He listened carefully. Maybe he could tell something from her breathing or heartbeat. But she didn’t give anything away. He decided it was pointless to stretch this torment out any longer.
“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better. So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay. See you tomorrow. Goodnight.”
“Night, Cordy.”
The handset was practically in the cradle when his acute hearing picked up her voice saying, “Angel?”
He brought the phone back to his ear instantly.
“Cordy? Did you just say something?”
“Uh, yeah. I was thinking. And feel free to say no, because I’m sure you’re exhausted and all with the fighting and the demony badness. But, I thought maybe we could still…you know. I’ve never done ‘it’ after a vision, and I was kind of curious if maybe it could help relieve the tension.”
**Didn’t I tell you? Trust the demon. He knows.**
“Sure. Not a bad idea, really. I mean if you’re up to it. I’m kinda tense right now myself with all the fighting. So, yeah. That’d be fine with me. I’ll be there in a little while.”
“No, I’ll come over there. I haven’t talked to Dennis about all this yet, and I don’t want to deal with the tantrum I know he’ll throw.”
“Okay. I’ll be here. See you soon.”
“Okay, bye.”
As soon as he hung up, he searched the hotel for every candle he could find and placed them around the suite and in the bathroom. Then he started to fill the tub with hot, ache-relieving water and bubble bath that Cordy had left, along with some other personal items, in case she ever stayed overnight after a vision. The smell of lavender and roses lifted on the steam and drifted into the outer chambers.
He lit all the candles and turned out all the other fixtures suffusing the room with a golden glow as the sound of hot water ebbing forth filled the background. He selected several CDs for their romantic flavor and set them for random play.
He stood back to admire the setting and see if he’d forgotten anything.
**Got any wine?**
“Oh, shit. Good thinking.”
Angel turned on the kitchen light for a moment to select the perfect wine. He chose a Pinot Grigio that was creamy and had a hint of lavender that would complement the aroma permeating the space and help sooth tired muscles. He popped the cork and grabbed two wine glasses. Turning off the kitchen light, he set the wine and glasses on the table by his chair.
“Okay. What do you think?”
**Not bad. I think it’s enough. You really don’t want to go overboard into cheese.**
“Speaking of cheese, should I put some out for her?”
**Not unless you like your women constipated. I personally don’t find that very attractive.**
“Dammit!” He ran into the bathroom and shut off the tap. The tub was almost overflowing, so he had to reach in and let some of the excess out. He was just drying off his arm when he heard her footsteps on the stairs.
**Now, remember. You’re trying to make her fall in love with you. Be strong, take charge, but in a romantic way.**
I got it. Now just keep quiet so I can concentrate on her.
He wondered how long he could keep the demon out of his thoughts about loving again and possibly loving Cordy. Knowing himself pretty well, he doubted it would be long.
“Angel?” Cordy whispered as she slowly opened the door and peeked around the corner looking for any signs of him.
“Here I am,” he replied when she had trouble locating him in the shadows.
“Wow. Love the candles, but it’s kinda dark.” She tentatively felt her way in trying not to stub her toes on any furniture.
Angel was by her side instantly and guided her toward the chair. “Sorry, it looks pretty bright in here to me. Vamp-o-vision. Give it a second for your eyes to adjust. I just thought it would be more soothing, you know, with the vision pain.”
“Oh, it is. Thanks for doing that. And I can see better now.” The first thing her newly adjusted eyesight captured was Angel’s bare chest, soft black pants and bare feet. She felt way overdressed. She forced her eyes away from the nipples that were so close to her mouth that it ached not to bite them. Funny how I never got turned on by his nipples before.
Her gaze landed on the table. “Is that wine?”
“Yes, would you like some? It won’t make your headache worse, will it?”
“Well, give me some and we’ll find out. This whole night is one big experiment anyway. Might as well try it all.”
**You know it, baby. We’ll try it all.**
Angel handed her a filled glass and took one for himself. He watched her take a sip and then she seemed to get embarrassed. She moved around the room looking at little things as if she’d never been there before.
“Cordy. There’s no need to feel strange about being here. I mean last night…”
“Tell me about it. That was… Well, I’ve never… Was it too much? Did I put you off?”
Angel almost choked on his saliva. “What? Jesus, no. I mean you were there. Did I look like I was put off? Last night was,” he paused to pick just the right word, “amazing.”
“Really? Because you didn’t say anything today, and I thought maybe that was because you hated it and didn’t want to hurt my feelings.”
“Cordy.” He put down his glass and crossed to her, pulling her into his embrace. “I didn’t say anything because I thought you’d want things to be as normal as possible. Be honest. If I had said, ‘Last night was wonderful and you were so fucking hot that I stayed up all night just thinking about it,’ wouldn’t you have been uncomfortable all day?”
“Maybe, but in a good way.” She pulled back and looked up at him. “Did you really stay up all night?”
“Pretty much.” He smiled wickedly and she got the picture.
“Oh! I had a little trouble going to sleep myself.” She returned his smile so he’d know they were both on the same page.
**Had fun with the old joy buzzer, did she? Bet she rubbed it raw picturing us eating her alive.**
Hello. Trying to be romantic here.
Angel took her glass from her hand and maneuvered her toward the bathroom. “Trust me. We’re not going to have that problem tonight.”
She saw the candles around the bath, the flames reflecting in the millions of bubbles. Shimmering diamonds. She recognized the scent of her favorite brand and marveled that Angel would even know she had left it here. The comfort of the setting calmed her, and she could feel a knotted muscle unwind a little in her lower back.
“Angel, this is beautiful. But I don’t think we’ll both fit in there. You’re a big guy, ya know?”
“It’s not for us. It’s for you. I know you, Cordy. Right now your head is throbbing and every muscle in your body is wound so tight it’s a miracle you can even move. So I’m going to give you a bath, and then I’m going to massage every part of you. I just want you to relax for once. Don’t worry about me. If you feel like falling asleep go ahead. We don’t have to do anything tonight.”
“But, I want to. And you said you were all tense, too. Don’t you want to?”
“Yes, I want to. Very much. You don’t know…” Angel was about to blurt out more than he should about just how much he wanted her, but luckily stopped himself in time. “Cordy, I just want you to relax, sooth your head and not feel any pressure from me. Let’s just play it out and see what happens.”
He set her glass on the sink ledge and then pushed her shoulders to position her in the middle of the bathroom. When her hands went to the hem of her tank top to pull it over her head, he stopped her. “No, let me.” He turned her around to face him. “I’m in charge tonight, remember?”
She smiled at his reference to the rule she’d made up in a moment of panic. Of course, this whole thing was a made up, throw some shit in a blender and see what happens, brilliantly stupid idea. This arrangement had all the markings of a natural disaster, but tonight wasn’t the night to think about it.
She was exhausted and longed for someone to take care of her. It was so stressful always being the one to make sure everybody else was all right. The one to tend the wounds. To make sure they all ate. To pay the bills. She truly felt she was the single mother of five brats none of whom would ever grow up. What she wouldn’t give for a strong man to carry part of the burden and take care of her for a little while.
And it seemed tonight her dream would come true. Everything was perfect. The aroma and steamy veil caressing her senses, the soft warm glow of the candles, Angel’s hands tenderly undressing her. She felt light and so grateful to have this wonderful friend who knew her so well and cared.
Angel was on his knee taking off her shoes and she had a sudden urge to knight him. They certainly had enough swords around the place. She giggled at the image in her mind.
“What? What’s so funny?” Angel finished with her shoes and rose.
“Nothing really. I just…well when you were on your knee it reminded me of someone being knighted, and then I thought knight in shining armor. That led to a picture of you in all that metal gear stomping around here making all kinds of noise and tumbling down the stairs like a big trash can. You are kind of a klutz. You are so lucky you’re not that old.”
He was glad she was talking while he undressed her. It made sliding her top off and exposing her chiffon and satin, blue-gray bra not so strange. It also helped cover up the extra second or two he stood motionless when her areolas and nipples became unexpectedly visible behind the gauzy material. And knowing Cordy’s fashion sense, he was pretty sure the material of her bra would be the same material below.
**Fuck yeah That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Hurry up!**
Courting, remember?
**Now you decide to listen to me? Pratt!**
He regained control of himself and hung her top on the doorknob. Then he unzipped her pants.
“I would not trip down the stairs. I’ve got moves. I may stub my toe on occasion when someone, who shall remain nameless, decides to move furniture without consulting me, but when it comes to fighting, I’m smooth.”
He slid her pants over her thighs and was faced, again, with her dark curls barely hidden behind the see-through fabric.
**Mmmmm…dinner at the Y. I’m making my reservation now.**
Sorry, we cannot confirm your reservation tonight, so please shut up.
Cordy placed her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance while she stepped out of her pant legs. Luckily the conversation continued and she didn’t notice Angel was mesmerized.
“Oh, sure, you’re all about the fighty coolness. Twisting and leaping and somersaulting. You know you would have made a great cheerleader, except for the part about not being very cheery. But you have to admit that when you’re not fighting you do tend to run into walls a lot.”
He was up again and facing her. She grinned remembering the last time he’d run straight into the counter trying to race off for a fight. What a cute dork.
He took her shoulders and said, “Turn around,” as his fingers nudged her to respond. She did as instructed and faced the tub. Angel unhooked the bra’s clasp easily and slipped the feathery article off her shoulders and down her arms from behind. His fingertips grazed her skin on the journey and her gasp and goose bumps caused a similar reaction between his thighs.
“I only run into things when I’m in a hurry and distracted. If you wouldn’t keep yelling things at me as I’m trying to leave, I’d have a lot less bruises before I even get to throw one punch.”
“So, you’re saying I distract you?”
“Yes, Cordelia, you distract me. You are the sole reason I’m clumsy.” He decided it would be best not to let her gorgeous buns distract him, so he slipped her panties off quickly and turned his head away so he wouldn’t have that staring problem again.
“Pfft. That is so not chivalrous. I’m going to have to rethink this whole knight concept.”
“That might be a good idea since you’re never going to see me dressed up as a tin can. Now get into the tub.” He held her hand and steadied her as she stepped one foot in.
“Not even if steamy Cordy sex is your reward? Ouch, that’s hot!” She jumped back and almost crumbled in his arms, but regained her balance.
“It’s supposed to be hot. Just ease yourself in slowly.”
She dipped her foot in again and allowed her body to adjust to the temperature. Angel held her arm as she timidly lowered herself beneath the water. When she was safely seated and completely covered by liquid and foam, he let go and heard her moan as her body instantly began to welcome the healing warmth and calming scent.
“Before you get too comfortable sit up, so I can wash your back” He was on his knees next to her. He scooped up some water and poured some of her bath wash into his palm and rubbed his hands producing a rich lather.
“You’re going to wash me?” Cordy skeptically arched an eyebrow.
“I told you I was going to give you a bath. That includes the actual bathing. Now lean forward and close your eyes.”
She hesitated but sat up and bared her back for him. His foamy hands covered her shoulders with cleansing circles. He dug his fingertips into her tight neck muscles and then worked the corded muscles across her shoulder blades.
“You know, I’m not really dirty…”
“Cordy, be quiet. Just enjoy the sensation.” His hard palms pressed into her spine and then slid outward to her side, smoothing any knots in their way. Her body gradually became like a rag doll to his touch, swaying back and forth with the force of his motions. The water slapped against the sides of the porcelain and her head lolled lazily, seemingly floating on the crest of each wave.
Angel finished with one last lathered sweep of her back and then rinsed her with waterfalls of cupped water.
“Okay, lean back.”
Cordy was smiling and her eyes were still closed. “Mmmmm. That was wonderful.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” Angel rose and crossed to a cabinet in the corner.
“Angel, you never answered my question.” Cordy took a handful of bubbles, blew them off her hand and watched them float back to earth.
He pulled a washcloth from the linen closet. “What question?”
“The one about whether you’d dress up in a tin can for Cordy sex?”
He chuckled and was on his knees beside her again. “I don’t know. I haven’t had Cordy sex yet, so I don’t know if it would be worth it or not.” He dipped the washcloth in the hot, bubbly bath several times and squeezed out the excess.
“Trust me, mister. You’d be begging for the feel of tin on your ass.”
“You’re probably right. Now shut up and put this hot cloth over your face.”
She pushed his hands and rag away. “What? I’ve gotta breathe you know. Besides I want to talk.”
“Cordy, this is a hot towel. It will help your headache and you’ll be able to breathe fine. We’ll talk later. Remember. My rules.”
She rather pissily took it and reluctantly covered her face. Immediately the tension in her scalp and temples began to release. The fragrance permeated her nostrils and floated like green garden hoses through her brain to assuage the last of the vision firestorms.
Angel heard her sigh and satisfied that she would do as he said, he turned his attention to her limbs. He applied more bath wash to his palms and began sliding down her left arm from the shoulder to her fingertips. His massive hands encircled her completely and she sensed the strain being pulled out of her and being absorbed in his touch.
**Why are you wasting time with the excess body parts? Those knockers look mighty uptight to me. And that pussy. Talk about aching for some massaging fingers.**
I remember you having more self control than this. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think YOU were falling for her.
**Please. Demons don’t fall. We just want and take. It’s a simple life really.**
“Angel, the cloth’s cold. Can I have my arm back to soak it again?”
“I’ll do it. Actually I need to add more hot water to the tub. Move your legs so you don’t get scalded.” She drew her legs together and up and pushed them to the side to give him room to maneuver. He unplugged the drain and began to add new, hot water at the same time.
Cordy took the opportunity to talk since her face was currently uncovered. “Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what? Do you want some wine?” Angel got up and reached for her glass.
“Uh-huh. This. The bath, the candles…” she took the wine from him, “the wine, the massaging. Was this what you had planned or was this because of the vision?”
“This is what I had planned. Mostly. The vision and fighting kind of left me no time for some other details, but this is it.” He replaced the plug and swirled the new hot water around to mix with the old.
“So, you were planning to pamper me for no reason?” She took a sip but kept her eyes on his.
“Oh, there’s a reason. And it’s not just because you deserve it. I’m a little more selfish than that.” He turned off the tap, gave her a sideways glance and saw her eyes twinkle with glee.
“Glad to hear it. I like my fuck buddies to…ya know…actually like to fuck.”
**Holy, shit on a cross. Dammit we need to fuck her silly.**
Angel grinned in agreement with both her and his demon as he wrung out the freshly heated cloth. Just before he covered her with it, he brought his head close to hers, locked her gaze and said, “Then you’re going to like me a lot.”
She bit her lower lip and groaned just before the room went dark and the heat on her face matched the heat boiling at her core.
Angel touched her knees and shifted her into a more relaxed position now that the spigot was off. He sat on the ledge, his body turned as far as possible inward, facing her. Lifting her right leg, he swathed her foot with moist foam, digging his thumbs from her heel, into her arch and up between each toe. He flexed her ankle while he massaged her calf.
Then, hooking her Achilles over his shoulder, eight fingers and two thumbs surrounded her thigh and squeezed. Moving slowly downward, each clutch was painful ecstasy anticipating what lay beneath the bubbly surface. Angel heard Cordy gasp as his fingers inched closer to her apex and saw her chest expand with her abrupt intake of air. Her heartbeat increased in rate and pitch.
Just before he reached where her thigh and pelvis joined, he locked his fingers around her and slid his hands back to her feet, rubbing every muscle with his tight grip as he past. He massaged her foot one more time and then kissed her arch before placing her limb back under the warm water and repeating the procedure on her left one.
Once he’d finished working all her muscles contained in her far too many limbs, Angel once again kneeled beside her and removed the cloth from her face.
“How do you feel? Is your head still hurting?”
Cordy slowly opened her eyes and her lips curled in surprise. “No. My head feels great. And the rest of me is just a big mass of goo.”
“Is that good? Goo good?
“Oh, definitely goo good. Good, hot, marshmallowy goo.”
**Jesus! Any longer and you’ll be sticking your prick in a prune.**
Almost there.
Angel draped the wash cloth over the tub edge and filled his palms with more silky lather.
“Are you ready for the rest of your bath?” His eyes took on a tinge of gold which sent a burst of fresh juices to her already drenched tunnel.
“You’re in charge. You tell me.”
His brow raised at her willingness to follow his lead. “Sit up a little more.”
Cordy scooted back. As she did, her breasts rose from beneath the surface. Clumps of suds clung to them in patches while water sluiced through the valley between. The oil of the bubble bath formed beads on her skin and glistened in the candlelight like twinkling stars.
Angel rubbed his hands to warm them. He placed one hand on each side of her neck and slid down to her collar bone and across her shoulders. He repeated the journey in reverse. As he reached her jaw, Cordy tilted her head back, closed her eyes and parted her lips to take in much needed oxygen.
Her skin was already pink from her heated blood. He was fascinated that his touch acted like a magnet drawing even more blood in its wake leaving a nearly red trail on her neck and across her chest. Both he and his demon could smell the strong copper tang just below the surface. Her skin was hypnotizing.
So enthralled was he that he didn’t even realize his hands had moved on their own lower and were now silkily fondling her breasts. Only her moans of pleasure and her body pushing forward to meet him disturbed his concentration.
Now that he was aware of what was happening – the way they slipped through his grasp and rebounded, the way her breath caught when he tugged her rigid nipple and released it, the way she arched and writhed when he squeezed and massaged each full mound in his palm – he wondered how he’d ever thought of doing anything else or being anyplace else.
She looked magnificent, and he couldn’t believe that his touch brought her such ecstasy. She wasn’t screaming in fear. She wasn’t calling him vile names. She wasn’t trying to run away. She wasn’t pounding her fists against his chest. She wasn’t crying in terror. Her eyes were closed, her body was nude and totally vulnerable, and she completely trusted him.
This was different than Buffy. Buffy never forgot his demon and there were times she shied away at his touch. Moments when his cold hands brought a glimpse of fear in her eyes. Even during that day that time forgot, she didn’t completely trust. Maybe it was because she was a slayer and just couldn’t.
What was shocking him now was that he never realized he needed that trust because he’d never felt it before. Cordy was placing everything she was and all she had to give in his hands. He was amazed at the honor of it.
“Angel, more. Lower please.” She guided his left hand beneath the water’s edge to her downy lips and let her knees fall open. She pressured him to stroke her.
Angel pushed her hand back, looked into her eyes and said, “Let me.” She nodded her consent and then leaned back lowering her lids again.
He cupped her mound gently while his right hand continued to nurse her. His manipulation became slightly rougher when her hips reacted to him. He ground the heel of his palm into her nerve center. While he circled and pressed there, he spread her folds and let a finger slide around her entrance. Her hips reached for his touch over and over again. Desperately she tried to impale herself on him.
Angel’s arousal was intense. The pain was superb but unendurable for much longer. As much as he wanted to feel her inside, he didn’t want it to be with his finger.
He stretched forward over the tub’s edge. His hand moved from her breast and cradled her neck to pull her toward him. Her breath was ragged and her eyes still closed in deep concentration on that one tingling spot on her body.
Angel put his lips to her ear. “I want you, Cordy. I want you now.”
She moaned and bucked, her body like a fish on shore struggling to find life-giving water. All else was blocked from consciousness, except the sensation at her core and the word “want.”
In between gulps of air she managed to plead, “Yes…want…now.”
In an instant Angel stood, and pulled her up from the suction of the water. She was too wobbly to stand, and he wasted no time trying to dry her or himself. Scooping her in his arms he carried her to his bed, leaving a meandering river of lavender and rose scented puddles.
Her eyes fluttered open as he laid her down. Comprehension flooded her when she watched him fumble with the drawstring of his pants one second and then stand before her bare the next.
**Finally! This is where I come in.**
No it isn’t. This isn’t about you.
**Don’t even try to keep me away from this!**
Angelus attempted to force his way to the surface. For several seconds, Angel’s eyes glowed gold and his features morphed back and forth between the demon and the man. The battle was short but intense, and Angel shook his head a final time. The face that remained was the familiar angelic features and dark brown eyes of the man.
Angel knew she had seen the struggle. He searched her eyes for the fear and revulsion he was used to. He found none. Instead she parted her legs and reached out her arms to welcome him saying, “I want you, too.”
He climbed between her thighs and rested his arousal on her soft curls. Leaning on his elbows, his chest rubbing against her breasts, he met her face to face. “I’m going to kiss you now for the first time. And then I’m going to slide deep inside you for the first time. I’m going to make love to you, because I do love you. Even if it’s just as friends, it’s still love. I’m not going to regret this, and I don’t want you to either.”
Cordy searched his face for a hint of what he was really saying. But she didn’t see any deceit there. So she accepted his words as truth, and part of her wanted to run. She didn’t know it was going to hurt to hear him say he only loved her as a friend. That’s what he was saying. Even if it was wrapped around a shiny love package, when it opened it was still just friends.
Her heart sank a little, but just for a moment. Then she looked into his eyes and saw an intensity there that stung her heart and buoyed it a bit. He may only love her as a friend, but he desperately wanted her. And that was pretty great for now. More than she had yesterday.
She smiled and caressed his cheek. “No regrets, grr guy. I love you, too, and we’ll always be best friends. Now kiss me and let’s make wild, monkey love.”
Angel found himself chuckling as his lips truly touched hers for the first time in mutual desire, and he thought it was appropriate. Cordy was always the one to make him laugh. But once he felt her moist, warm mouth and began to relax into their tender, pursed, rhythmic mating, all his senses prickled with the unexpected tremors that coursed through him. His muscles convulsed involuntarily and his head jerked back.
Cordy wasn’t expecting him to stop so quickly so her eyes were wide and curious when he did. His mouth was open, his eyes showed too much white and his brow was pushed up causing not too attractive forehead winkles. The only way to describe his appearance was complete surprise.
“What? You didn’t think I had it in me?” She smirked.
“No, I didn’t think I did.” He didn’t wait for a witty retort.
He dove for her. Humid mouths stroked and pressed like cogs seeking their perfect fit in a never-ending circular motion. Single demure lips captured by an aggressive pair, coddled and tugged, tasted and tasted again until they swelled with beckoned blood. A lapping tongue soothed slighted areas, but finding none begged for entrance to unknown terrain.
Her lips parted at his pleading licks and Angel’s course tongue entered and felt the smoothness beneath hers. The tip traced the cord keeping her tongue attached and he growled that he couldn’t possess it completely. She fought to explore him equally, but resigned herself to being the recipient when he moaned in protest at her attempt to expel him. She took what control she could by enveloping his tongue between her lips and sucking him in further.
Cordy’s hormones responded to Angel’s lips, his invading tongue, and his full, writhing body against hers. Darwinian recognition of her fittest mate. Adrenalin rushed to her body’s pump, forcing a surge of blood throughout to feed the biological hunger. Estrogen flowed to her womb preparing it to receive life. Testosterone gushed to her libido and muscles providing overpowering want and the ability to see it through.
Her hips rose and fell, her delicate folds crashing against Angel’s hardness as he matched her rhythm. She gasped each time his engorged tip pummeled her clit when his movement crested. The length of him became drenched by the mixed flood pouring from her core and his own leaking head.
The urge in him to move was overwhelming. Not just in his groin, but in every muscle. Finally releasing her mouth, his lips left a wet trail across her jaw to her ear. Nibbling, pulling, and laving around and inside the receptive area, he grew even more fervent in his strokes when she responded with screams of pleasure.
For what he was doing to her ear, Cordy could only react with desperate clutching at his muscled back and heels climbing up the back of his thighs. As he journeyed down her neck, the rest of his body shifted, and on his next thrust his tip snuggled into her opening.
He held still for a moment while she circled her hips trying to literally screw herself further onto his shaft. Raising his face to hers, he stared at her bottom lip being chewed by dull teeth and her eyes shut in intense concentration. Her look epitomized want and need, agony and ecstasy. He captured the gnawed lip between his plump ones and then plunged both his tongue and cock inside her.
She was so wet and ready for him that he slid in smoothly and deeply. When he was buried in her as far as he could go, she had to expel the air in her lungs. The powerful, satisfied sigh forced him from her mouth and sent shivers of delight over his body.
Her heavy lids finally opened and they gazed at each other for awhile as Angel caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and gracefully glided inside her, practically floating on her slickness.
Cordy’s throaty moans became deeper and louder as her need increased. Angel countered her speeded up hips by changing his angle and his petting. He reached back and lifted one of her knees guiding it to rest on his hip. He then pushed her other leg flat and somewhat straddled it so that he was now assaulting the sides of her tunnel on each plunge. He lowered himself to rest on one elbow leaving his hand and mouth free to finally devour her breasts.
A massive hand cupped her and gently plumped the weighty mound like a down-filled pillow. He opened his mouth letting his lips completely encircle her. Deep inside his moist orifice, she could feel him suckle at the same time that the tip of his tongue fluttered her nipple. Upon his release, he flattened his tongue and laved her repeatedly.
When he shifted her legs and the elbow he rested on so he could massage her other half, she lowered her gaze to watch him fondle her. Lovingly she ran her fingers through his hair and stroked his scalp as he squeezed and sucked at her tit while his hips rocked her, never breaking his rhythm. All of her senses were being stimulated at once and her womb ached to be filled.
Her fingers gripped him tighter and slid from his scalp, down his neck and clawed into his shoulders. Her back arched and pressed her blood pink breast deeper between his feasting lips. She stroked and scratched his back and arms in a frenzy for something – everything. To be closer. To be melded. To be inside him. To feel it all.
“Oh, God, Angel. Touch me, please.”
She bucked faster and Angel removed his hand from her breast and slid it between their bodies until his fingers found her pulsating clit. At his touch, she screamed and arched wildly. Angel growled loudly and clamped on her breast, biting her gently and then sucking and burying his face in her madly.
His pumping became rougher and more shallow as she began to tighten around him. He was being pulled into her core and strong, vaginal muscles refused to release him.
He had to get deeper. Everything in her beckoned him to crawl inside her and everything in him said it was home. He forced himself to leave her breast and clit with a feral rumble and pulled back. Centering his body between her thighs, he wrapped her legs around his hips. Molding his hands to her ass, he angled her higher and thrust hard.
She cried at the exquisite pain, throwing her head back and arching into the beating. He grunted with each manic plunge and nuzzled his face in her neck, his rough cheeks scraping her tender skin raw.
Her heart pumped rapidly and blood flushed her chest and neck. Angel screamed at the smell of her life essence so close to the surface. Refusing to succumb to his natural urge to bite, his frustration manifested in grueling thrashes and shouts begging a deity he didn’t believe in for release.
Angel’s muscles were coiled. His balls so tight against his body, they barely moved except in unison with his painful erection. And then her walls collapsed and locked him inside her. One last tug and he exploded sending his icy seed crashing against her cervix.
It was amazing. She could actually feel his cool life blood spilling in her. The thought of what it represented thrilled her and drove her over the edge. Flinging her arms around his hips, cupping his cheeks, she held him steady while she pushed herself onto him as hard as she could. Over and over she bucked as the spasms rolled inside her.
Her vibrating muscles milked his cock for what seemed like days. He didn’t think he would ever stop coming, spilling a little more each time her thrusts gripped him just a little tighter. But finally her inner muscles relaxed and gave him permission to leave which he politely refused.
Cordy’s fingers unclenched and she gently squeezed his ass. She could feel his lips curl up in a smile against her cheek where his head finally rested. She turned to face him and softly brushed her lips against his as she dragged the tips of her fingers up his back.
“Mmmmm…that’s nice. Don’t stop,” he purred.
“You’re in charge.” She met his grin with her own and then wet his lips with her tongue. She was finally allowed to explore his mouth as he parted his lips in invitation. Her movements were more loving and graceful than his earlier impassioned foraging, and they both moaned at the sweet tenderness of the moment.
She brought a hand up to caress his cheek and he cupped her breast and gingerly brushed his thumb over her nipple eliciting more satisfied moans.
Reluctantly, she ended the kiss but kept his gaze while she moved her hand to his hair. Cordy was completely relaxed and pain free. Even if Angel couldn’t feel perfect bliss, she could and did.
“You know, even if this fuck buddy thing doesn’t work out, I’m thinkin’ after-vision-pity-fuck not a bad idea.”
“Shall I pencil you in then?” Angel teased.
“Hmmmm. Better use a pen.” She leaned in and took his lips. He gave them up with no resistance.
He was wrong. There’d be very little sleep tonight.