THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC M/F SEX [Buffy/Angel]
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We dropped Willow and Xander at their respective houses. I wondered briefly what they told their parents of our little interstate trip, and realized I really didn't care. We dropped Giles off at the library as I wondered why he even bothered to have a house.
We dropped Joyce at her house. Buffy had made it clear to her mother during the ride home she wasn't moving back home with her mother. Joyce wasn't happy, but she was relieved Buffy was back in Sunnydale.
I hesitantly asked Buffy where she wanted me to drop her off. I had no idea what her plans were. She smiled at me with the little smile, the one that I know means I'm in a lot of trouble. "Take me home with you Angel" She stroked her hand up my thigh from the knee to my upper thigh. I swallowed hard.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. It was a big step to go from living with your parents to, to living with someone. Especially someone with my proclivities. Having her live with me was beyond my wildest thoughts or even fantasies. She was my dream, my passion. Now she offered it all to me on a silver platter. She laughed deep in her throat. "Yes, I am sure Angel." I just nodded. I couldn't talk.
We arrived right before dawn. I hadn't pushed the dawn like this in a century. I knew it was going to be worth it though. Buffy walked in carrying her bags, and I followed carrying the rest. I looked at the luggage, and realized it was real. Buffy was moving in with me! She would eat and sleep in my apartment. She would sleep in my bed next to me.
My apartment was a mess. I looked around, dust was all over things, and the bed was unmade. My memory flashed back to the night of her birthday when she gifted me with the gift of her love, and I repaid it with her own demon trip through hell. I had to make it up to her.
I reached for her and she came into my arms as if we had never been apart. This time we didn't have an audience. I can't believe my luck, all that I put her through and she still loves me. Right then, I thanked the Goddess who made it possible for me to return to her.
"Let's take a shower and wash off the gore," I whispered in her ear. She nodded, and together we walked toward the bathroom. She stopped suddenly and looked up at me with her big eyes wide "Together" she asked softly. I nodded.
"Unless you don't want to. I thought it would be fun." I told her. I kicked myself. She still was a little skittish, she had been a virgin on that fateful night of her seventeenth birthday...
She smiled and pulled me into the bathroom and started to strip. Smiling at her virginal exuberance I stopped her. She had her back to me and removed her shirt partially. I then saw the tattoo on her right shoulder blade. A small replica of mine, coloured in. "Angel's girl" over it in celtic script. I was floored. "What is this?" I asked her, stroking it.. it was new and fresh, less than a week or so old.
"My memorial for you." She said softly. She seemed shy for the fact. She loved me enough to etch my name into her skin, forever. I couldn't speak so I turned her toward me and kissed her. I slowly removed her shirt. When we had made love it had been passion filled, but very little actually seen of each other. I wanted to SEE her!
She stayed still as I slowly removed her bra, releasing her breasts from their confinement. I sank to my knees and found myself at just the right height to worship them properly. I kissed each nipple before I settled in paying particular attention to the right one while playing with the left one with my fingers. I ran my tongue over the soft curves and the little aureole.
She moaned and arched into my attentions. My sucking became harder as she twitched and moaned. While continuing with my attention to her breasts, I pulled down her pants and she stepped out of them. She stood there completely nude. I could smell her musky smell which made me giddy.
I pulled back and looked at her, she was on her toes, arched for my touch. She was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My erection was painful. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled as she said softly "My turn...Stand up" I could do naught but obey.
I stood and she came close and ran her hands over my shirt. I wore it through Hell and back, literally, and it looked like it. It had the cut from the sword she had thrust into my chest, scorch marks, and tears from the battle. She looked at it minimally and removed it slowly playing her fingers over my skin as she did so.
She trailed kisses over the chest, and stopped at my nipple. I groaned as she nipped and sucked on it. Her warm moist mouth on my chest was driving me insane! She went to the other one and then nibbled down my abdomen.
I could tell she was enjoying what she was doing. I could smell her moisture building between her legs. While it was stimulating for me, it was also obviously erotic for her. I stopped my impulse to take it further and let her play.
She smiled hesitantly and grabbed a hold of my belt. I wanted to be inside her so much it hurt. I held my passion and she began to undo my leather pants and pull them down. " I love the leather pants Angel," she breathed huskily, running her nails over my erection in a lovers caress.
"Consider them a major part of my wardrobe," I whispered back. If she is that easy to please... right now I would wear a tutu if it pleased her. She finished releasing my pants and pulled them down.
She was partially bent over pulling down my pants, so my erection bounced out at eye level to her. She seemed startled by it in some way. She looked up to me with eyes wide. "It's so big!" I smiled. It was nice to be appreciated by your lover. She hadn't had a good look at me that night. She seemed a little afraid of it. I thought our little morning delight had been canceled for virginal fear. I was wrong.
She surprised me. She dropped to her knees and kissed the head of my penis. Her mouth was soft, moist and warm and everything I had ever fantasized about. She slowly took me into her mouth and experimented with licking and suction. I thought I would loose my mind. My knees became weak and I held onto her shoulder for balance.
She was obviously inexperienced, trying things she must have read about. Her inexperience excited me. Here was the woman I loved, and I would be able to initiate her into the pleasures and joys of sex. I licked my lips in anticipation.
I had to pull her off of me, I couldn't take much more. I pulled her up to standing, and lifted her off the floor into a deep kiss.. While kissing, I reached in and started the shower. I wanted us both to be clean when we made love. She smiled and stepped into the shower, and I followed.
I wet her hair slowly and then shampooed her hair. She stood there slowly as I washed her body, everywhere. I softly stroked her breasts, and her taught abdomen. I briefly wondered if she would regret that I could not give her children. I pushed the thought away. I washed between her legs, and smiled as her knees buckled under the attention. Anywhere I touched her seemed to stimulate her more. When I knew she was totally scrubbed I rinsed her off.
She then returned the favor. She washed my hair. She oohhed and Aaahhhd over the scorching my hair took in hell. I told her not to worry about it. It was nothing now.
She lathered my body and then proceeded to drive me crazy with scrubbing every piece of skin I had with her hands. She stroked my arms and chest. She scrubbed down my legs and calves. I had to bite my lip as she scrubbed my penis and scrotum. The more she handled it, the more there was to handle. She rinsed me off from the soap and continued to play with me. She giggled and played with my erection and scrotum with the innocence of youth and discovery. Bouncing them and stroking them, watching as they responded to different stimuli. I tried to just stand there and let her play, but I was loosing control. I caught myself growling back in the throat. She laughed and kissed me.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I lifted her up and slid her gently down onto my straining erection. She gasped as I felt myself entering into her slightly, and wrapped her legs around my hips as I slid home. She cried out as I felt her maidenhood again. I moaned deeply and thrust hard through the obstruction and she cried out in pain and pleasure. Her legs tightened around me hard.
I placed her back up against the wall of the shower and kissed her deeply as I slid in and out of her as she thrust up against me. She moaned and said nonsense syllables and half words interspersed with my name. I kept it up until she came screaming my name loud enough to wake the dead... and most certainly every next door neighbor!
Life isn't fair to us guys. A woman can have several orgasms to our one... so I made sure she had her count before I allowed myself the finality. I felt myself getting close, and I transformed, my teeth finding her neck.
Again she welcomed my teeth in my need. As she orgasmed, I sank my teeth into her throat. Her warm blood pulsed in my mouth driven my her orgasm driven by my cock as I pulsed myself deep within her womb. She screamed my name as she came.
I pulled away before I drank too much. The power in a Slayer's blood is incredible. To take it at orgasm makes it stronger. I licked at the wound as it closed. She held onto me weak and spent as I nuzzled her neck.
It is a good thing I own the building, or our noisy lovemaking could have had me evicted. I smiled at the thought of eviction for noisy sex.
She just hung on me spent. She was exhausted and once the immediate passion was over she folded like a house of cards. I rinsed her off and carried her out of the shower and immediately she started to shiver. Damn it I forgot to turn on the heat when we came in. I forget things like that, I don't need it.
I quickly dried her off and wrapped her in a large fluffy towel and carried her to the bed. I laid her on my bed and tucked her in. She looked up at me with a big smile and said "Please Angel, come to bed with me" Like she had to ask...I nodded and slid in beside her.
She feel asleep, a big smile on her face. Dispite my being cold to the touch, she snuggled up next to me, and put her head on my chest and arm across my abdomen. She loved me. She accepted my proposal of marriage and moved in with me. She made love to me and bared her throat in passion to me. I was happier than I had ever been in my life, alive or undead. This time no curse would tear it from me.
I watched her sleep until I fell asleep, as the sun rose outside my apartment on our new life together.
Fin?