Part 7
More than anything, it was sweet. It was sweet and it was gentle. Tentative in the way that first kisses are. Lip softly caressed lip. Beyond that, neither of them moved. She’s so soft. Angel was momentarily surprised by the softness.
Cordelia spoke with so much bite. Her words were sharp and caustic, she could twist that mouth of hers into such a cruelly beautiful sneer—it made the unexpected softness all the more awesome. Imbued her with a rare fragility that Angel found tantalizing.
And Christ, the taste of her. One taste and he was gone. Cordelia tasted like champagne and summertime. And beneath that, subtle but still there, she tasted like sunset. Like the air as it shifted and shimmered into night. She nipped lightly at his top lip and Angel barely held back his groan. His tongue darted out and traced the seam of Cordelia’s lips, making her shudder. And then her lips parted. It was an unspoken invitation. She wanted him to come inside.
Angel accepted, tilting his head and changing the angle of the kiss, his tongue sweeping through the cavern of her mouth. Inside, she was even softer. Warmer.
Cordy’s arms lifted, locking around his neck, and when that wasn’t enough, fisting her hands in Angel’s hair. Her nails dug into his scalp and she pulled hard, moaning when Angel reared up slightly before plunging back inside her mouth. His weight was almost fully on her now, pushing her down into the mattress, covering her. Even through their clothes, her body heat drew him in. It screamed at Angel to get closer, to push down and into her and never leave. Angel tried to control the urges. It’s too fast. Too soon. Not yet he chanted silently.
The press of Angel’s body on hers was getting to Cordelia and she seemed to have none of his reservations about going too fast. Her foot started to rub insistently against the back of his calf. Her chest pushed up against his and Angel could feel her nipples pebble from the onslaught of sensation. He caressed her cheekbone with his thumb then slid his hand down to her slender neck. Her pulse pounded against the palm of his hand and beat like a drum through his entire body. Never once did they break the kiss.
Cordy was trembling now, and making tiny meowling sounds in the back of her throat. I did that. I’m making her shake. She feels this way because of me. The thrill shot through him, the power of his conquest. She moaned again, louder and Angel ate at her mouth, swallowing the sound and everything else he could suck out of her, because right then it seemed like nothing would be ever enough to assuage his hunger.
Suddenly Cordelia’s head arched up, dragging her mouth away from his, ending the kiss. Their lips made a soft wet smack as contact broke. No. She can’t. We’re not done. Angel needed to reclaim what was his. His head started to follow after her, until he noticed the way she was gasping for breath, the feel of her hands as they pushed ineffectually against his shoulders. Ooops. Forgot about that pesky “humans need to breath” rule.
While she sucked in greedy pants of air, Angel scooted down, running soft kisses along the perfect line of her neck. He was sucking softly on the underside of her chin when he felt the laughter start to build inside her. Suddenly giggles burst out of Cordelia’s mouth, a wind chime of delight that Angel found both charming and a tad insulting. I’m putting the moves on her and she’s laughing. I have a hard time believing that’s a good thing.
He pushed up, moving to rest on his haunches, so he could get a better look. Angel forced the waves of lust back down to a slow simmer. Her eyes glowed up at him, open in a way they’d never been before. They enchanted Angel, forcing him to forgive the interruption.
“Hi,” she finally said in a low voice, lazily brushing the hair out her eyes.
“Hi,” he said, grinning.
She started to laugh again. Angel pouted, but remained where he was, situated primly on his knees between her spread thighs.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. She planted her arms on the mattress, pushed up and gave him a light kiss on the chin, before flopping back onto the bed. “So…” she said, tapping her fingers on her stomach.
Angel climbed out of the V of her legs and lay down on his side next to her. “So…” He had no idea where she was going with this. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Cordelia had switched from lusty vixen to adorable kitten so quickly.
He suddenly felt dazed and unsure. He wanted her so badly. The desperateness of Angel’s need thundered through his body. He wanted to taste and claim every inch of her. He wanted to climb back on top of her and pound into her, deeper than anyone had before. I’m wrestling with all of that, and she’s laughing?
“So I was thinking,” Cordy said, turning on her side to face him. She trailed one long finger down his arm.
“Thinking?” Angel repeated, stopping her descent and pulling her hand to his lips, nuzzling at her knuckles. He didn’t understand the teasing.
“Yes. I try to occasionally indulge in it,” she retorted, not objecting when Angel hauled her over and on top of him. She licked her lips when he grabbed her hips so that his hardness snuggled contently between her legs.
“It’s a terrible habit,” he murmured as his hand curved around Cordelia’s neck, bringing her mouth down. She let him lazily explore her mouth for a moment before wriggling out of his grasp. Why does she keep doing that? I want her. She wants me. What’s the problem? What game is she playing?
“I was thinking,” Cordy announced, fingering the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, “that we are both wearing way too many clothes.” Angel’s cock twitched involuntarily at that. He knew she felt it, saw the way her perfect eyebrow raised in recognition of the effect she had on him.
“I like the way you think.” Angel’s voice sounded rusty and strained, even to him.
“I thought you might.” Cordelia leaned down to look him directly in the eyes, so close their noses nudged each other. Then she gave him a smacking kiss on the lips and clambered off of him.
Angel felt lost—suddenly, desperately, out of his element. She wanted him. He knew that. But the bawdy playfulness of her actions puzzled him, directly contrasting the strangling urgency of Angel’s own need. And then, suddenly, he realized.
Angel had been with only two other women he cared about, and with them, it was always an act marked by desperation. With Buffy and Darla, sex had been about losing himself. Making love to escape. It was devastating and it was searing, but in the end, it was solitary.
Cordy wasn’t playing any games. Angel was just horribly new to what they were doing. He should have known it wouldn’t be like that with Cordelia. He should have guessed that making love to this woman would be very much like the woman herself.
There would be desperation, and want and need. Sure. That was a given. But there would also be room for the unexpected. For laughter. For comfortableness. For total acceptance. We’re not losing ourselves in each other. We’re coming together.
The uncertainty fell away. Angel had been with Cordelia long enough. He knew how to wade through the unknown. Just follow her lead. Although it is ironic. I’ve been with hundreds of women. Done things that would shock the hell out of her. And yet, now, I’m the inexperienced one. Typical.
Cordy struggled into an upright position and presented her back to him. She slowly removed the clips from her hair and put them on the table. Angel lay there, drinking in her graceful motions. Next came the earrings and the bracelet.
Finally she glanced back at him, in much the same way she had the day before. This time, however, she didn’t ask about back fat. She flashed him a sultry glance.
“Unzip me,” she requested.
Angel immediately sat up and scooted over to sit behind her. He pretended not to notice the way his hands were shaking. The zipper was actually on the side of the dress, since the garment had no back to speak of. She could have done this herself. But I like this way better.
He tugged the zipper down, resting one hand on the exposed skin of her back. Cordelia shivered deliciously.
“Cool hands,” she commented. But she didn’t seem to mind. So Angel went ahead and brushed a series of kisses along her shoulders. “Mmmm, cool lips,” she said. Yeah, she’s definitely not minding this.
Cordy stood up and shimmied out of the dress. It pooled in a puddle at her feet, and she kicked it indelicately to the side. Oh that really needs to be hung up. Angel opened his mouth to object to her treatment of the dress.
“Don’t even think about it,” Cordy warned, reading his mind. She turned around and mock-glared down at him. Angel’s entire body went rigid with lust.
This, this was the real Cordelia. Standing there, hands on her hips, wearing nothing but a sexy smirk, a black strapless bra, and matching low-cut panties. This was what boys grew into men dreaming about. This is what I’ve been dreaming about. For much longer than I care to admit.
“You’re staring,” Cordy told him. She preened a little.
“Yes I am,” Angel baldly admitted.
“You’re also a little overdressed,” she reminded.
In the flash of an eye, without ever getting off the bed, Angel was sitting there before her in nothing but his black boxers. Cordy looked him over appreciatively. He wondered if she realized she had licked her lips. She came over to stand between his legs, her hands lightly resting on his shoulders.
“Oh my God, Gunn was right,” she announced with a giggle. Angel froze. What is Gunn right about? Is something wrong with my body? Wait, why would Gunn be discussing my body with Cordy? This is very troubling.
“Gunn completely called it—we are starting to dress alike,” Cordelia said. Angel only frowned. “See. Cause we’re both wearing black now,” she explained. Angel attempted to pull her down on the bed, but she quickly stepped out of his reach. “I’m not done yet.”
Cordy reached both hands behind her. He heard a snap and then her bra fell to the floor. Her breasts spilled out and he almost passed out when he saw the firm tanned globes with their dusky pink tips. Gunn was right about that too. They are more than a mouthful. Angel couldn’t help it, a small moan escaped. Cordelia smiled like the witch that she was, completely aware of the spell she weaved around him.
She bent over and pulled her tiny scrap of underwear off. “So,” she said as she straightened, “what do—Ahhhhh” she squealed as Angel wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged.
His mouth and body were on her before Cordelia knew what was happening. Angel got the distinct impression that that although she was slightly peeved at no longer being in the drivers seat, Cordy was also turned on by his taking control. I’ll have to try that more often.
The slow deep kisses from before had morphed into something different. Hotter. Harder. Faster. Everything was so much faster now. Her pulse. His hands. They rushed all over her. He ran them down her arms, smoothed them over her hips, and then traveled upwards, where he filled his hands with her breasts. She arched up into his touch.
“Oh God,” Cordy cried out before his tongue invaded her mouth again.
He rubbed his thumbs over her tight nipples. They seemed to swell even more under his touch. He increased the pressure slightly, pinching them between his fingers just hard enough and Cordelia gasped. Then she retaliated by biting down viciously on his lower lip. Angel nearly came right then. I. Love. This. Woman.
His touches took on a slightly frantic edge. He could smell Cordelia now. Her arousal, her heat. It taunted Angel, reminding him of where he really wanted to be. He snaked his arm southward, cupping her mound, pushing his down and rubbing against her. He nibbled lazily down her throat while Cordy mumbled incoherent praises. Angel took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and she choked back a scream.
Angel was moving faster than he planned. He’d wanted to take his time. Learn her body. Appreciate and plunder every single inch of her. But here, now, so close to the fire, Angel found himself letting his noble intentions burn with him.
Cordelia’s hips were moving against him as she fiercely ground herself against his palm. Angel couldn’t wait any longer. He slid his hand a little bit lower. She was soaking wet. He parted her outer lips and one long cool finger slipped inside of her. This time, Cordy did scream.
Another finger joined the first. Her body jerked at the onslaught of his strokes. Angel felt her inner walls clench around his digits. She’s so tight. Inside, she was raw silk. The scent of Cordelia’s sex perfumed the air, her essence blanketed them like a fine mist and he was suddenly overcome with the desire to taste her. He wanted her on his tongue.
Angel let the nipple slid out of his mouth. He had kissed halfway down her stomach when she suddenly grabbed his head, stopping his descent.
“Uh-uh,” she shook her head. “We can take the scenic route next time,” Cordelia informed him, dragging him up her body. “I want you inside me when I come.” Angel considered this for the required half a second. She wants me inside of her. Who am I to argue with that?
He hurried to do her bidding, quickly wiggling out of his boxers. His cock twitched when it came in contact with the damp, scorching heart of her. He sank smoothly into her and then everything stopped.
Angel sucked in an unnecessary breath. His entire world narrowed, focused, into all that there was, all that existed, was the tight wet warmth that surrounded him. He fought for strength, fought to keep totally still and make this moment last as long as possible. Angel wanted to memorize it all. The damp friction of her skin on his. Her short hot pants against his cheek. The scents that swirled in and around them.
But most of all, he wanted to memorize the perfect way her body gloved him. They fit. Lock and key. Like she had been crafted for only this purpose. Built for pleasure. Built for him.
Then Cordelia moved. Not much. She just tested, experimentally wiggled her hips a half inch to the right. That was all it took.
There was a roar of sound in Angel’s head and then he was pumping into her, like a piston, hard and deep. Cordy bucked once and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Then she reared up to meet his thrusts. She slipped into the dance so perfectly, so sweetly. Because this is right. Because we fit.
He dove further and harder, quickening the pace and feeling her quiver as she took even more of him inside her. Cordelia’s face was flushed, her eyes shut tight against the waves of pleasure he pounded into her.
“Cordelia,” Angel ground out as she spread her legs wider, settling them higher on his back. “I love you,” he told her, never once breaking the rhythm of their bodies.
“Oh God,” she breathed, trembling as Angel hit that spot, that perfect spot.
Angel struggled for patience. He was so close to losing it. But he couldn’t. Not yet.
“Cordy,” he growled, “do you love me?” Angel was in gameface now. He wasn’t sure when he’d changed but there was little he could do about it.Besides, maybe it’s better this way. It was only fair to remind her what she was getting into. Love the man, love the vampire.
Finally she opened her eyes. She gently cupped his cheek, forcing him to meet her stare, to see the depth of emotion swirling inside of her.
“What are you, stupid?” Cordelia panted. “Of course I love you,” she told him as she pulled him down into a voracious kiss. Ignoring the fangs, she delicately attacked him with teeth and tongue. Angel felt that last thread of control as it slipped away.
So close. We’re both so close. He slid one hand between them, over damp flesh to the spot where their bodies met. He expertly pressed a finger against the small bundle of nerves. Cordelia screamed into his mouth as his motions sent a shockwave through her body. She tightened and shuddered around his cock and then exploded over him. Angel managed one more thrust and then he was lost. With a groan, he spent himself inside of her.
Angel’s last coherent, before he slipped away into the throbbing red haze, was that, in the span of one night, his entire world had changed.