The Sunnydale High Library

It was well after midnight but the lights were still on in the Sunnydale High library. Buffy and Angel sat across from each other at the table - Buffy trying to study for her history exam tomorrow, Angel quietly reading a book to keep her company. Giles had left hours earlier to meet Jenny for dinner, but had extracted a promise from both of them that they would stay in the library until Buffy finished her homework. It was only the second time in the two weeks since her birthday that they had been alone together, so both were finding it difficult to concentrate. "Argh. I still have one more chapter to go." Buffy said with a pout as she leaned back in her chair. As Angel glanced up at her he was struck once again with how beautiful, how sexy she was. His eyes trailed down her body noting the shiny lip-gloss on the full pouting lips, the sexy black tank top that was molded to her breasts and the beige miniskirt that teased him as it rode up on her golden thighs. "C'mon baby, take a break for a minute." Angel held out his hand. Buffy instantly hopped to her feet, a big smile on her face as she moved around the table to sit in his lap. Before she could sit, he pushed his chair back from the table then turned her so that she was facing away from him. He reached an arm around her middle and pulled her back between his legs to sit on the edge of the chair. His other arm reached up to move her hair away so he could kiss and nuzzle her neck. "Mmm. Much better." Buffy murmured as she closed her eyes and moved back, pushing her bottom into the erection she could clearly feel behind her. As Angel began biting her neck gently then slightly harder, she arched her back and wrapped an arm around her head. His arm came down and began to trace a lazy pattern up her thigh. "Is everyone gone?" Angel whispered huskily in Buffy's ear as his hand moved from her thigh to her breast. With desire humming through her, Buffy could barely think much less answer his question. "Um, yea. We're alone." Turning her head, she opened her eyes and pulled his head down for a kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she began to suck greedily while arching her body further into the hand that was teasing and plucking at her nipples. Xander had been sleeping in Giles's office until the sound of a chair moving had woken him up. He now stared with bleary eyes at the sight of Buffy and her vampire lover where they sat directly in his line of vision as he exited the office. He knew he should say something - clearly they thought they were alone - but the sight mesmerized him. He kneeled down quietly behind the counter, leaning around just enough to be able to still see them. Angel had slipped the hand around Buffy's waist under her shirt and the hand that had been rubbing her breast now moved to her shoulder to pull down the strap of her top. He knew he shouldn't watch, but he couldn't look away. After all, it was Buffy - THE Buffy that he himself had wanted once. Angel broke off the kiss and looked down as he pulled Buffy's top down baring her

breast. "Naughty girl, no bra." His hand brushed her bare nipple as he moved to pull down the other side of her top so that both breasts were exposed to his gaze. Her coral nipples were spiked and hard from his attention and her want of him. She could feel the wetness flood between her legs as she felt him looking at her with hot eyes. Angel moved both hands to grasp her breasts, rubbing and stroking them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. "Do you like that, hmm Buffy? Do you like me to touch you?" His whisper against her neck was giving her goosebumps. She was rotating her hips, whimpering and pressing into him as she was pressing her legs together to ease the ache that was building in her. "Want me to touch your little pussy? You like it when I do that." A moan broke from Buffy's lips at his words and she pressed hard against him, arching into his hands. Xander could not make out Angel's words, but he knew from Buffy's reaction that it was making her hot. His own erection was pressing painfully against his jeans as he stared at the couple, his eyes returning to Buffy's breasts and the large hands that were petting them. As he watched, Angel wrapped one arm around Buffy's waist and lifted her into his lap as he moved his legs together. As her legs fell on the outside of his, he moved his legs apart parting her legs even farther. Angel moved one hand down and slid it up Buffy's thigh pulling up her skirt up further, exposing white satin panties. Xander saw them only for a second or two before Angel's hand moved to touch her there. Xander's own hand moved down to stroke his cock through his jeans. "Nggah" Buffy moaned louder as Angel's hand touched her pussy through her damp panties. "Mmm, Buffy, you're wet, verryy wet." Angel turned Buffy's head to once again kiss her, biting and nipping at her lips as his hand lightly rubbed her clit through her panties. Buffy's hips moved faster as she tried to press Angel's hand harder into her now aching pussy. Against his lips, Buffy squeaked out "Please ANGEL. Baby, I need you" before pushing her tongue into his mouth and kissing him hard. Holding her tight against his hard cock, Angel began to stroke Buffy harder, moving his hand to the rhythm of her hips. "Come on baby, cum for me. Let's see if we can make that pussy really wet." Angel's words and husky voice against her neck were just enough to push her over the edge. Nipping at her shoulder, he slipped two fingers under the leg of her panties and into her tight hole, then reached down with his other hand to grip her clit hard. "Aaaaaawwwww, ANGEL!" Buffy spasmed around his fingers, cumming hard. Buffy opened her eyes to look at Angel just as he moved his fingers from her sticky wetness to his mouth. She felt that familiar fluttering in her stomach start again as he licked his fingers, eyes never leaving hers. Xander never thought his cock had been so hard in his life. He had managed to quietly unzip his pants and was now stroking himself through his underwear. He could feel the moisture leaking from the tip and knew he was close to cumming himself. This was better than the scrambled Playboy channel that he tried to watch every so often in his uncle's basement. Angel stood abruptly, pushed their few books and papers aside, then lifted Buffy up on the table. He pulled his sweater over his head and dropped it on the floor. Reaching down, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him for a kiss. Her hands slid

around his neck and he leaned further into her, kissing her deeply. Buffy opened her mouth wide, inviting his tongue to take possession. He searched her mouth, slanting his head and pressing his cool chest against her erect nipples. He teased and lured her tongue back into his mouth. His hands slid down her arms to caress her breasts. Breaking off the kiss, Angel pushed her back down on the table, his mouth moving down her throat to her breasts. Licking and sucking, he moved from one nipple to the other, leaving a wet trail of kisses. Buffy whimpered as she felt her desire from him rise again. Passing over the shirt and skirt now bunched at her waist, Angel planted rough kisses along her stomach. When he pulled her panties off with a jerk, Buffy moaned. Opening her eyes, she looked at Angel as he looked down at her. His expression could only be described as ravenous. Her eyes grew wide with surprise as he stepped closer to her and hooked a thigh over each of his forearms. With his eyes still locked on hers, she heard him say "You know what I want Buffy? Do you know what I'm going to do?" She swallowed hard as he continued to push her thighs forward, opening her legs wider to him. Dropping on his knees in front of her, he whispered, "I'm going to taste you baby. I'm going to lick your pussy. You tasted so good on my fingers I need more." "Oh ANGGGEEELLLL" Buffy shrieked as his tongue touched her clit. She thought she was going to cum from his words alone, but - this - this was 100 times better. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygoddddd" Buffy's hips jerked as Angel licked her tiny slit from top to bottom, and stopped frequently to suck on her clit. Moving slowly, Angel took his time to lick and taste each crevice. He nibbled at her outer lips, then pushed his tongue inside her. He kept her just on the edge, pulling back each time he thought she was going to cum. Finally, when he thought she couldn't take anymore, he pushed two fingers inside her, then moved to suck her clit hard. "OH. MY. GOD. ANGELLLL. Ooohhhhh". The minute Angel buried his head between Buffy's legs, Xander felt his own seed spurt from his cock. He bit his lip to hold back the groan that threatened to reveal his position and sagged against the counter. He had never thought about kissing a girl there much less seen it. From the noise that Angel was making, he must enjoy it. And there was no doubt that Buffy was benefiting from Angel's expertise. "Oh baby, I need your cock. Please. Want you. Inside. Me" Buffy was panting and moaning. That last orgasm was incredible, but she loved to feel his thick hard length inside of her. Granted, she had only had his cock twice (including her birthday), but that was enough to make her crave it. She imagined sucking and licking it, driving him crazy the way he did her, but she hadn't been bold enough yet to suggest it and he hadn't asked her. To be honest, she hadn't really even gotten a good look at it. She glanced down through her legs, which were now propped up on the table, and watched as Angel kicked off his shoes and started to unfasten his pants. Watching her interest, he moved closer. Reaching out his hand to pull her up, he kissed the top of her head then murmured "Unzip them for me sweetheart." Glancing up at him uncertainly, but still wanting him inside her, she reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Looking up at him again, she pushed his pants and boxers down his hips. He stepped back to shimmy the rest the way out of his pants and moved back to Buffy, his hand cupping her cheek then sliding down her neck. Buffy leaned forward and kissed his chest, running her hands up and down his sides as he moved his hands to her head, wrapping them in her hair.

Xander glanced back around the counter to see what the happy couple was now up to. His own semi-erect cock came to attention as he saw Buffy slide off the table to her knees in front of a very well endowed Angel. His eyes widened impossibly large as Buffy took Angel's cock in her mouth and began sucking. Xander immediately returned his hand to his own erection and began stroking it hard and fast. At this rate, he knew he would probably have blisters tomorrow but right now he didn't care. Angel groaned as Buffy's lips wrapped around his cock and she began to bob her head. She wrapped one hand around his shaft and the other moved up between his legs to caress his balls. Moving one hand from her hair to her hand on his cock, he began moving her hand up and down, stroking his shaft. Angel didn't want to cum in her mouth the first time she sucked his cock, so he reached down and pulled her to her feet. Kissing her hard, he tumbled her back on the table entering her almost at the exact same time. "Baby, your mouth is so good. I loved you sucking my cock." Angel moaned as he began moving in and out of her pussy. Buffy was slamming her hips up to meet his thrusts, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and bring his head down for a kiss. "Harder, Angel, harder" Buffy panted. Angel gripped Buffy's hips as he pumped harder. "Uugh, Buffffyyy" Angel came with a groan and two quick hard thrusts. Buffy bucked back and came too, moving her legs from the table to wrap around his hips. Xander came too in the next instant. A quiet moan escaped his lips as he leaned against the counter once again. Luckily for him, Buffy and Angel were too wrapped up in each other to hear the sound. Xander glanced back at the table to make sure he hadn't been caught spying, but Buffy and Angel were kissing sweetly and murmuring to each other. He crawled slowing back into Giles office, preparing to wait until Buffy and Angel left before making his own way out. Boy, he sure had a few new moves for Cordelia in their next make-out session. Between kisses and cuddling, Buffy and Angel dressed and fixed their clothes. "Uh-oh" Buffy glanced down to see the wet spot on the library table. "You know that will stain and Giles will blame me." Angel smiled "Well, it IS your fault." "Not all of it, big guy. I think you'll find sem-" "Ok, ok. I'll get some Kleenex out of Giles's office to clean it up". As Angel grabbed the box of Kleenex off the desk, he was surprised to see Xander asleep on the couch. Well, as long as we didn't wake him up, I won't mention it to Buffy - it'd only embarrass her to think he might have heard us. "Now Buffy, you still have to study that last chapter."

The Bronze
The band had just started their first set, but the Bronze still wasn't very crowded. Oz and Willow were shyly holding hands under the table watching Cordelia and Xander slow

dance while Buffy looked around anxiously. She knew Angel would meet her there as planned, but she missed him. Sure, she had seen him Wednesday night - ok, well technically Thursday morning - but it was already Friday. "This must be what an addict feels like going through withdrawal," she grumbled. Just the thought of Angel and their past nights together made Buffy feel warm and flushed all over. She smiled slightly and fidgeted in her seat, looking around again. "Buffy, Oz's band is playing her tomorrow night. We should come watch, er, listen." Willow was already nervous - it was only her third date with Oz - and Buffy's fidgeting was only adding to her nervousness. "Um. Yeah. Huh?" Buffy had clearly not been listening. "Oz's band. Tomorrow night. Here." Willow repeated just as Xander and Cordelia returned to the table. "Cool. We're in, right Cordy?" Any excuse to spend time with Cordelia was good in Xander's book, although after the night he had planned with her tonight, he hoped that he wouldn't need an excuse. "Ooh, I love this song." Cordelia interrupted any further conversation, pulling Xander back out on the dance floor. "Dance?" Oz turned to Willow, who without answering, jumped up and grabbed his hand, happy for any excuse to be close to him. Left alone at the table, Buffy glanced around the room again restlessly. "Hey." Angel said quietly in Buffy's ear as he came up behind her and kissed her cheek. "Oh. Hey! There you are." Buffy smiled brightly and reached up to wrap her arms around Angel's neck. She pulled his head down for a soft lingering kiss. "So, dance with me?" Buffy took both of Angel's hands and pulled him toward the dance floor. The song was slow and sensuous, and Buffy intended to make the most of it. Moving in front of Angel she stared up into his eyes and slowly began to rotate her hips, moving them closer and closer to his body. She raised her arms over her head, lifting her breasts and arching slightly toward him, closing her eyes. In the dim light, he could make out the faint outline of her nipples through the lavender halter-top. Lowering her hands, she ran her fingertips along his collarbones, then down his arms. The vanilla scent of her perfume permeated his senses, along with the smell of her arousal. He rested his hands on her hips, resisting the urge to pull her closer into him. Slowly she turned around, pulling his arms to wrap around her waist. Still undulating her hips, she stepped back pushing her bottom into his groin, her back into his chest. Smiling slightly she was glad that she had worn the stiletto sandals - they added just enough to her height to fit into Angel's body perfectly. Reaching one arm back, she pulled his head into the groove of her neck. Angel growled slightly, a deep almost purring sound that sent shivers down Buffy's body, culminating in heat between her legs. He hadn't ever let his vamp side take control when they made love, now she found herself excited by the possibility. Unable to resist, he bit and sucked softly at her neck as she swayed against him to the music. Angel's hand was sliding up her abdomen to her breasts, when the shifting tempo in the music jarred them apart as the band started the next song. Buffy turned and smiled at Angel, pleased that he seemed as affected as she was by their nearness. Stepping closer, she stood on tiptoe to reach his mouth, kissing him deeply as she twined her arms around his neck. Stretched taut against the solid strength of his body, she felt his erection hard and explicit against her stomach. "You missed me." She murmured against his lips before slanting her head for another

kiss. "You noticed." He smiled slightly at her, before pushing his tongue back into her mouth, arching her slightly backward so that she was pressed even more firmly into his body. "Mmm." Her voice was teasing and suggestive, "Oh, yes, I noticed." Xander watched Buffy and Angel and bit back a groan. As if his cock wasn't hard enough already with Cordelia in his arms, he was now reminded - vividly - of what he had seen Buffy and Angel do the other night at the library. He wanted to look away. No, he wanted to leave immediately with Cordelia, rip her clothes off and try all those things that he'd only dreamed about. Pulling his eyes away from the couple kissing on the dance floor, he drew Cordelia closer and heard a surprised gasp from her as she felt his erection. "Xander?" Cordelia sounded pleased as she pulled his head down for a kiss. Buffy knew she couldn't wait any longer. Her senses were on fire, desire pulsing insistently through her blood, her brain and her nerves. Her nipples were so hard against Angel's chest, they ached. She sucked hard on his tongue, one hand sliding up the back of his neck into his hair. The insistent throbbing between her legs was now becoming a roar in her ears. She parted her legs, straddling one of his then began to rock her hips into him. Angel lifted his mouth from hers and glanced around to find the nearest exit. Moving with preternatural speed, Angel grasped Buffys hand and pulled her out the door into the alley behind the Bronze. "Where's Buffy and Angel?" Willow asked Xander and Cordelia as they returned to the table. Xander and Cordelia had been kissing for a while themselves when Buffy and Angel seem to have disappeared. "Maybe they just went out for some air." Willow was the only one that seemed unaware of the sexual tension that had been demonstrated on the dance floor. "Sure." Oz politely agreed. Buffy pushed Angel back into the shadows against the wall, kissing him hard while reaching up to untie her top. As she slid her mouth down his neck, licking and sucking, Angel moved to unzip her pants. "Buffy, baby, why did you wear pants?" He pushed her away as she bit him hard, then stripped the pants and thong panties down her legs. Leaning back against the wall, he pulled her between his legs and bent his head to her breasts. His lips closed over one nipple, nuzzling then licking and sliding around the hardened tip while she waited anxiously for the full pressure of his mouth. And then it came - firm, hard, sucking. His hands clamped on her hips to steady her as her head fell back. Bracing her arms against his biceps, she pushed her breasts harder into his mouth. He teased, nibbled and sucked on both breasts in turn, while every nerve in her body tensed and roared. "Anggg..eeellll" She was panting heavily, pressing her hips into his and gripping him tightly. Angel leaned back, running his palms over her breasts, down her narrow waist to her hips. Watching her, surveying as one might look at a sculpture or work of art. Her nipples gleamed wetly in the moonlight, spiked and swollen from his attention. Buffy opened her eyes. "Please." Shifting his hand between her legs, Angel stroked slowly back and forth, watching her face. Buffy's hips rose, following the movement of his hand as he stroked her wet slit. "Baby, you're so wet," he murmured softly as he nuzzled her neck.

She moved to unbutton his shirt, feeling slightly embarrassed that she was nude while he was still completely clothed. She paused, sighing softly as he slipped his finger inside her. Wetness was running down her thighs, soaking his hand. She leaned in to him, kissing his chest, running her tongue around his nipples and moving her hand down to stroke his cock through his pants. Buffy whimpered as his thumb lightly caressed her clit. She ground her hips harder against his hand, feeling him slide another finger inside her as his thumb began moving in a circular motion on her clit. Finally getting his pants unzipped, she reached inside and pulled out his cock, stroking her hand up and down. Leaning over she ran her tongue around the head, tasting him, before sucking him into her mouth. Withdrawing his hand from between her legs to suck her wetness off his fingers, Angel moved his other hand to the back of Buffy's head to guide her motions as she bobbed up and down on his cock, stroking and sucking. Unable to stand anymore, Angel pulled Buffy up and kissed her hard on the lips. Reversing their positions, he turned and walked her backward into the wall. Lifting her slightly, he bent his knees and slid his cock inside her with one quick thrust. Closing his eyes against the sensations drumming through his senses, Angel began to move his hips slowly, firmly, burying himself deep between Buffy's legs. "Maybe they came out here." Willow's voice drifted over their heads in the moonlight. Buffy's eyes flew open in panic as she looked up at Angel. He smiled slightly at her before he closed his mouth over hers, pushing his tongue inside to match the rhythm of his still moving lower body. Sliding her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him closer, opening her mouth wider to his, arching her breasts up to rub against his chest. Wanting her closer, needing to be deeper inside her, Angel lifted her legs around his hips. Dropping his head to her shoulder, he thrust harder, running his hands over her bottom and thighs. Buffy moaned loudly as Angel's thrusts rubbed hard against her clit. Angel's mouth moved quickly to cover Buffy's, his reaction to danger instinctive. His hips kept up the tantalizing rhythm, pounding harder and harder. "Did you hear that?" Willow's voice once again sounded in the night. Oz, sure he didn't want to find Buffy and Angel if they were doing what he thought, turned Willow back toward the door. "It could be a vampire or demon. Best we go back inside." "But, Buffy." "I'm sure she and Angel are fine. If it's anything, she'll slay then we'll party." Angel lifted his head, grinned at Buffy with amusement and murmured, "You have to be quiet." "Its.Your.Fault," Buffy grunted, moving her hips in opposition to his. Buffy kissed his neck moving her lips up his jaw and finally reaching his lips. A few short minutes later, Buffy broke off the kiss with a moan, "Angel, ooh, more.yes. oh. Ugghhhh." Reaching down to hold Angel still and keep him inside her, Buffy came, pulsing around him. Angel broke from her grip and continued to thrust into her. Growling deeply, the sound vibrating through him, Angel buried his face in her neck, biting roughly before he came too, releasing his seed into her throbbing body. "Angel?" Buffy's eyes were still closed as they leaned heavily against the wall, his name sounding more like a sigh than a question. She had no idea how long they had been clinging to each other there in the dark, her legs still wrapped around his waist. "Mmm?" Angel didn't want to move, hoping instead to prolong the delicious sensations in his body. "We should go inside." "Yeah, we should." But neither of them moved.

"Well kids, it's been fun." Xander picked up his and Cordelia's jacked from the table as they started to leave. "But, don't you want to wait for Buffy?" Willow was now a little worried that something had happened. Buffy and Angel had been gone for a while. "Will, I think the Buffster probably got tied up. Not tied up literally. Not that she and Angel do that. Not that I would know. " Xander babbled self-consciously as he realized that everyone was staring at him. "Well, I haven't seen them. Anywhere. Or at anytime." "Xander, just shut up." Cordelia affectionately nudged his arm and the two of them headed out the door. "Well, I think we should wait for Buffy. Or maybe, maybe we should look for them. Besides, Buffy's sweater and Angel's coat are still here." Willow tended to ramble when she was nervous. Oz, content to be with her, easily agreed to wait. The band had played only two more songs when Buffy and Angel reappeared from somewhere toward the back of the dance floor. Buffy appeared slightly flushed, but they both appeared relaxed and happy. "Were there vamps outside?" Buffy, smiled teasingly at Angel before replying. "Um, yeah. One." "Oh, I thought there were more since you were, well, you know, gone awhile." "Well, this one. He was particularly. um, hard." Buffy couldn't resist the teasing comment. "Oh. OH." Willow blushed as she caught on. "Well, we'd love to stay and chat but duty calls. I've still got to take care of that, er, hard one, so we'll see you guys later." Buffy smiled as Angel wrapped his arm around her shoulders and they strolled out the door. Cordelia turned her car into a dark alley just a few blocks from the Bronze. She was warm and tingly from the kisses that she and Xander had exchanged on the dance floor and was hoping for more. She wasn't a virgin, having slept with two of her previous boyfriends, but Cordelia wouldn't say any of them had made her feel like she felt now, with Xander. Her made her feel adored, cared for. Worshipped. She turned toward him as their mouths met. His hand drifted along her cheek to her jaw, touching lightly, innocently. Her hands slid up his chest to his shoulders. As Cordelia opened her mouth, Xander's tongue skimmed hers then pushed inside. She began to suck lightly on his tongue, as his fingertips continued down her neck and throat to the tops of her breasts. Cordelia felt her nipples harden as his hand grazed her breast, lightly touching the tip before moving to cup the weight in his hand. Their kisses heated up as Xander unbuttoned her top. Pulling back to look at her lacy bra, Xander groaned slightly. "Cor, you're so beautiful." Cordelia closed her eyes against the cool air as Xander pulled her bra down, exposing her completely to him. Kissing her lightly on the lips, Xander began to caress and pinch her nipples, running his hands around her breasts, which were suspended slightly from the bra underneath. Pushing her back against the seat, Xander leaned in and lowered his mouth to her nipples, sucking lightly, then kissing and nibbling. Cordelia could feel the wetness between her legs just as she could feel the hot wetness of his kisses on her breasts. Xander kissed her again, hard,

then pulled back to look at her breasts in the faint moonlight, watching his hand rub and stroke her nipples. Cordelia was moving her hips slightly, clenching her legs together as she felt the thrill of Xander's eyes on her. Pulling his lips back to hers, Cordelia unbuttoned Xander's shirt and slid it down his arms. She ran her hands over his chest with her palms. "Cordy, let's move to the back seat ok?" Xander whispered. "We'll only go as far as you want." After they both climbed in the back, Xander pushed Cordy back against the seat so she was reclining. Bending his head, they exchanged several heated kisses before Cordelia realized that Xander had slid his hands up her legs, under her skirt and was cupping her bottom. "Trust me?" Xander murmured in Cordy's neck as he kissed her throat moving once again to her breasts. Unsure about going further, but feeling like she was on fire, Cordelia nodded mutely. Xander moved down her body then pushed her skirt up around her waist. Looking into her eyes once more, he pulled her panties off. Cordelia felt a moment of shock as she realized what he was going to do. None of her boyfriends had ever gone down on her. Sure, they had wanted her to suck them off, but they never offered to return the favor. Cordelia closed her eyes and dropped her head back against the seat, as she was both embarrassed and excited to have Xander see her so intimately. As his tongue swept across her, she moaned and moved her hips, bumping into his chin. Gripping her hips, he pressed her back into the seat then began to lick and suck - everywhere. When his mouth found her clit, she bucked hard and began panting. "Yes. yes.. YES" Xander moved his hand up to slide a finger into her slick opening. Stroking his finger in and out, he began to suck harder on her clit. The sensation within her exploded as she came, bucking and writhing against him. "Oh, Xander." she moaned dropping back on the seat. "Where did you learn THAT?" "You inspired me." Xander murmured as he kissed her lightly on the lips. He wasn't about to admit where he had really gotten the idea. Cordelia could smell her musky scent on him and it sent a spiral of heat down between her legs again. "Do you have anything?" she whispered. "Anything?" as he said it, Xander couldn't believe he didn't bring condoms! "Oh, no. I wasn't. Well, I didn't." Cordelia was strangely disappointed and pleased at the same time. While she was eager now to have Xander inside her, she knew that he didn't expect it, he didn't think she was a pushover. Pushing him back against the seat this time, she smiled up at him. "That's ok. We'll make do." She reached down and caressed his hard cock through his jeans. He was wound so tight that he thought that alone might make him come. Cordelia licked her lips as she unzipped his pants and pulled both pants and boxers down to his knees. Xander's cock was big and slightly thick. Cordelia moaned slightly as she thought what it would feel like inside her maybe not tonight, but soon. Leaning down, she licked up and down the shaft, pausing to look up at him. Xander's eyes were closed as he tried hard not to come. Cordelia had only just sucked the head into her mouth when Xander moved his hips and came, spurting into her mouth. Cordelia sucked hard and swallowed, dribbling only a little bit of cum on his stomach before moving up to snuggle next to him on the seat. "Um, Xander, I can't wait to see what you have planned for tomorrow night." Oz walked Willow to her door, then softly kissed her goodnight. He had noticed Cordelia's car in the alley as he and Willow drove past in his van, but he didn't mention it

to Willow. He thought she would have wanted to stop and check on her friends, and once again he didn't want to risk finding them if they were doing what he thought. One thing he did know though. he was going to enjoy hanging out with this crowd.

Xander's
Cordelia giggled as she stumbled and sloshed the drinks, almost spilling rum and coke on Xander's couch as she handed Willow and Buffy their refills. The girls had been left alone with the fifth of Bacardi rum that Xander had found in his uncle's stash while he went to pick up pizza and videos and were now on their third round of drinks. Happily drunk, they were laughing and talking about school, clothes, make-up and, of course, boys. "So, Buffy" Cordelia was dying to talk about sex, and wanted to brag about her and Xander's escapades in her car the night before. "How many times have you and Angel done *IT*?" "Um, I dunno." Buffy blushed slightly, a little startled by Cordelia's blunt question and still a little shy to share details with her friends. She thought that they would think her nympho or something if she told them how often she and Angel had done "it", not to mention where they done it or how often she thought about him and looked forward to doing it again. That thought made her giggle. "C'mon Buffy, take a guess," Cordelia knew by the blush on Buffy's cheeks that there was something to share, and with a guy like Angel who had to be *really* experienced - it should be interesting "I-I guess, maybe 10 or 15 times." Buffy glanced at Willow who was staring at her with an open mouth then giggled again. Silently she gestured to Willow to close her mouth before all three of them burst out in laughter. "OH MY GOD! Really?!" Cordelia's shriek could be heard throughout the house. Luckily, Xander's parents were gone for the weekend. "Do you guys have time to patrol or see a movie or do anything else? Wait, I know the answer to that so never mind." Cordelia smiled broadly, and paused for a minute considering her next question. "So tell. How many ways have you done it? You know, different positions?" Buffy was warming up to the topic now that she could see how interested Cordelia and Willow were, and besides it was kinda fun being the knowledgeable one for a change. "Oh, uh, I'd say 5 or 6 - depends on how you count 'em." With a confused look on her face, Willow asked "There's more than 3? I mean, not that I would even know about that, but, but 5 or 6?" Buffy smiled and held up her hand, folding down a finger as she described each position, "Well, there's the standard guy on top position right, then girl on top guy lying down, then you can have girl on top guy sitting up like in a chair or something, then doggie style on your knees or doggie style standing, or just standing up against a wall facing each other. See, it depends on how you count them."

Buffy took another big swig of her rum and coke, hoping to cool off as she was now feeling very warm. "Okey-dokey. Cordy, your turn. How many times have you done IT?" Cordelia grinned "Three times and only with guy on top. First there was Kevin remember him? Then Devon, twice. Kevin had never done it before either, so it was just awkward. Devon had definitely done it lots of times, but I was pretty nervous. It was pretty good though" She left the rest of her thought unspoken. "So, have you always enjoyed it, if you know what I mean?" "Oh yea. Every time. At least once, sometimes more." Buffy's huge grin supported her statement. "Do you mean orgasm? And isn't that always part of it?" Willow, while academically knowledgeable about the basics of sex, had no real experience yet to speak of so only knew what she had read. "I wish." Cordy's snort of disgust made it clear that she hadn't always been so lucky. "I only did once, the second time I did it with Devon. I did a couple of other times too when he was using his hand The other times were just over too fast." Cordelia looked back at Buffy over the rim of her cup, "Have you ever used your mouth on him? On his-?" Willow's eyes widened and she nearly choked on her drink, leaning forward and almost falling out of the chair, causing all three girls to break out into laughter again. When their laughter died down, Cordelia prompted. "Well, have you? And if you have, did you swallow it?" "Um, er, yeah and yeah." Buffy flopped back against the couch, feeling a little warm and fuzzy from the alcohol. "Have you?" "Um, yeah. Xander went wild when I did it to him last night. I swallowed most of it. There was just so much." Cordelia smugly looked at both girls before they all began giggling again. "Has he ever, you know, gone down on you?" Willow's eyes were now so big that they threatened to pop right out of her head. "Xander?! Last night?! But we were all at the Bronze, and, oh after But um, guys, isn't that kind of gross to put his, his - well, you know, in your mouth? And swallow his, hisAnd how big is it really?" Buffy looked at Cordelia then back to Willow, "It's not gross Will, it's amazing." Buffy's face took on a dreamy look as she talked. "Angel's well, he's so hard yet it's so soft. It gets harder and longer when I suck on it, even though I can't fit it all in my mouth. He says that just takes practice. And when I do it, he likes it so much that I just want to do it more. I love that I can make him feel so good that he'll whimper and beg. It's such a powerful feeling. I don't know about other guys, but well, Angel tastes clean and sort of spicy and salty. You'll probably want to do it to Oz some day." Buffy clenched her legs together, feeling herself grow wet as she thought about sucking Angel's hard cock. "As for how big, he's big. It's about this long and this thick." Buffy held out her hands, separating her index fingers almost 10 inches then curling her thumb and index finger in a wide circle. "Angel whimpering and begging - not something I *ever* expected to hear." Cordelia giggled, slurring her words slightly. "Xander's not nearly as long as that, but he's

probably as thick." Cordy held her hands up about 6 inches or so apart. Willow was thoughtful as she considered Oz's potential size. She blushed slightly, wondering if - or when - she'd find out. "Hey, you didn't answer my question - has he done it to you?" Inquisitive, Cordelia spoke up again. Xander stood silently by the kitchen door listening closely. The girls apparently hadn't heard him come in the back door and were still talking. He had come in just in time to hear Cordy's question - he wasn't sure what she meant by "it" but he had a pretty good idea it was about sex. He waited. "You first." Buffy was now feeling completely relaxed and totally uninhibited. She glanced outside, noting that it was finally getting dark so Angel should be getting here soon. He had been less than thrilled about spending an evening at Xander's with the gang watching videos, but she was sure - especially now - that she'd be able to make it up to him. "Ok, well Xander did it to me last night. It was incredible. At first I was kind of embarrassed, but it, ooh, it was the best. What that boy did with his mouth and tongue ummm." Cordelia sighed as she grew warm thinking about Xander's lips and tongue on her. She brought a few condoms with her tonight, hoping that she'd get a repeat performance and then some. "Angel's done it to you, hasn't he?" Xander's cock instantly stiffened at Cordelia's words. He never thought she'd tell her friends about last night But, oh man, since she really seemed to like it he could hardly wait until he got her alone again. "Oh yea, he has." Buffy's husky whisper could barely be heard in the quiet room, the tone of her voice speaking volumes about the experience. "Ooh, sounds like he was good at it too." Cordelia's grinned hugely at Buffy's expression. "Do guys like to do that?" Willow was also relaxed from the alcohol now and feeling no shyness about asking. "I mean, do all guys do that?" Thinking about Oz touching her there made her nervous enough, but to think that he might kiss her there - that made her almost want to faint. "Well, I don't know about all guys, but Xander seemed to like it. He was the first that ever did it to me." Cordelia glanced over to Buffy. "And I hope he does again really, really soon!" The peals of laughter coming from the living room muffled the sound of Angel's knock in the kitchen. Opening the door, Xander whispered "Come on in" then motioned Angel to keep quiet. Angel looked at Xander curiously before he heard the laughter coming from the living room. Then he noticed the Bacardi bottle on the counter and put the two together. "Have they been drinking this? How could you LET them?" Angel whispered. "I didn't LET them, they did it while I was picking up food. Now sh! It's just getting interesting." Angel wasn't sure what Xander meant and was undecided about heading into the house to find Buffy when he heard her voice.

"I think Angel likes it. I mean, he seems to want to do it. And when he does it, it's just mind-blowing. I-I sometimes wish he wouldn't stop, it feels so good." Buffy shifted yet again on the couch, strong feelings of desire sweeping over her as she thought about Angel putting his head between her legs, his mouth on her. Angel cocked his head slightly, not quite sure what Buffy was talking about. But, like Xander, now curious enough to want to hear more. "Angel must be good at all of it. I mean with all of his experience-" Cordelia stopped at Buffy's narrowed eyes and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you know what I mean." "That's true." Willow nodded and agreed with Cordelia before noticing that Angel's previous sexual experience was not a subject Buffy wanted to discuss. She switched topics. "What's it like to, to - you know?" Buffy glanced at Cordy, wondering if the brunette would answer the question. When she didn't, Buffy started to speak again. "Um, well, everything with Angel is always so incredible. He's, well, he's just so yummy. And it just feels so good." Buffy grinned dumbly before closing her eyes to think. "He talks to me sometimes, you know, when we're and, well it's the things he says, they well, I really like it. It makes me crazy." Buffy opened her eyes, realizing that she had gone off topic. She looked at Cordy and Willow, attempting to gauge their reaction to what she had said. "Well, what does he say? Is it like, I love you and stuff?" Willow shook her glass, trying to eek out just a little more of her drink. "OR does he talk dirty to you?" Cordelia sat forward with interest, eyes sparkling. "It's- I dunno, its sort of both I guess. Sometimes its just stuff like what to do or where to move or how it feels. Maybe it's just the way he says it so confident and in control. " Buffy trailed off, unable to find the right way to describe the delicious way that Angel talked to her or how much she liked it when he took charge. "Have you guys ever seen the stories that they run in the men's dirty magazines? Well, I read some in my Dad's Penthouse magazines - he always leaves them in the bathroom under the sink like no one will notice them there - which like, yeah, right." Cordelia glanced at the other girls before crossing her legs on the couch. "Anyway, they're pretty much these guy fantasy stories and one of them was about a couple having sex in an office at work. The girl - a secretary or something I think - came into the guys office wearing nothing by a long coat and really sexy lingerie. Then they did it on the desk - of course it describes the details. Anyway, the girl was so into it that she was making all these loud noises so other people from the office totally knew what they had been doing when she left the office." Willow and Buffy just looked at each other, wondering where Cordy was going with this story. "And?" "Strictly confidential, ok? I sorta think about that being me and Xander - I've even got the perfect lingerie picked out." Cordelia smiled somewhat sheepishly. "Do you think that's weird?" "No - it's not weird." Buffy returned Cordy's smile. "So, you like Xander and want to do

fantasy things with him. Seems ok to me." "So, Buffy, do you have any naughty Angel fantasies? Anything that you want to do?" Cordelia asked, deciding to resume their game until the guys showed. Xander and Angel exchanged a glance and half smile, silently agreeing to keep quiet awhile longer. "What do you mean?" Buffy asked as she took another sip of her drink. "I hope that Oz kisses me and puts his tongue in my mouth," Willow blurted, smiling "And, I want him to touch my me under my shirt. And I want to touch him, you know there. But, but, maybe not with my mouth yet." "You know Buffy, things like that," Cordelia teased and laughed, smiling at Willow who was grinning. "Too bad Oz is gone this weekend, Willow, he'll be really sorry he missed this." "Um, well. Everything with Angel is sooo nice. And he always seems to know just what I want" "But don't you have some fantasy scenario? Like doing it in a cemetery or something?" Cordelia was insistent. "Oh my god - you have done it in a cemetery already haven't you?!" "Um. Maybe" Buffy shot Cordelia a sheepish look, "For fantasies I guess maybeWell, Angel's always so in control. Just once I'd like to make him crazy. I sort of imagine going to his place during the day - maybe after school or something. Anyway, I would surprise him by kissing him *everywhere* until he can't stand it. He grabs me and we just do it " Buffy closed her eyes briefly, feeling the heat of desire swirl throughout her stomach as she imagined Angel, out of control and wanting her desperately, making love to her roughly against the door or on the floor, only a minimum of clothing removed "And here I thought you'd say you just wanted to play naughty stewardess!" Cordelia's words started another round of laughter. "Well, I hope Xander gets back soon. I'm planning on having my way with that boy tonight." Cordelia's dropped back on the couch, sighing heavily, her words sending another jolt through Xander's body straight to his erection. "Yeah, I thought Angel would be here already." Frowning, Buffy leaned over and turned on the lamp in the now dark living room. Unwilling to wait any longer, Angel headed into the living room. The minute she saw him, Buffy flew off the couch and threw herself into his arms, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Ooooh, Angel," her words were muffled as Buffy buried her face in his neck and began to kiss and suck noisily, all inhibitions and modesty forgotten in the excitement of seeing the topic of her recent conversation now in front of her. "I missed you. I'm so glad you're here." "Uh, Buffy." Angel could smell the alcohol and knew that she was a little intoxicated. "Sweetheart." Trying to extract himself from her grip was proving to be a little difficult. "You need to eat something." Angel was too aware of their attentive audience and was reluctant to let things get too heated.

"Uh-huh. You." Buffy grinned at him then planted her lips on his and pulling on his hair to hold his head close. Willow and Cordelia watched them with wide smiles, until Cordelia noticed that Xander was standing behind Angel. "Xander!" Reaching out with her arms, she waited for him to reach the couch then pulled him down for a kiss. Standing unsteadily, Willow stumbled off to the bathroom mumbling about missing Oz and how everyone was getting smoochies but her. Finally managing to extract himself from Buffy, Angel sat her in the chair that Willow vacated. "Stay here, I'm getting you some food." "But, I want kisses." Buffy pouted, then reach out and ran her arms down Angel's waist heading directly for his groin before he caught her hands. "And other stuff" She smiled up at him, clearly hoping to change his mind. "Eat now. Then movie. Kisses later. If you behave. Xander. Xander!" Angel pulled Xander away from Cordelia, then the two of them served the pizza - but no more rum - to the three girls before Xander popped in the movie that he rented. It was just after midnight, the TV the only sound coming from the Harris's living room. Xander and Cordy cuddled on the couch, while Willow was sprawled on the floor. Buffy sat in Angel's lap not even pretending to watch the movie. The pizza had sobered her up some somewhat but she was still feeling relaxed and very aroused. Nuzzling his throat, she squirmed on his lap, feeling his erection rising against her bottom. Pulling his head down, she licked at his lips before pushing her tongue in his mouth. Running her tongue along his teeth, she shivered as wetness flooded between her legs as she thought of running her tongue along his fangs when he was in game face. They kissed for several long minutes before Buffy lifted her head to take a breath. Smiling slightly she ran her open mouth down his neck caressing the cool skin with her lips, her teeth, her tongue before sliding her hands under the bottom of his sweater. "Buffy." Whispering quietly, Angel grasped both her wrists in one hand to stop her from undressing him in Xander's living room. "Um?" Not moving her face from the curve of his neck, Buffy continued her nibbling and wiggling. His grip on her wrists restraining her was only making her hotter. Angel could smell her arousal and detected the additional heat when he grabbed her wrists. That combined with her earlier revelation about what she liked when they made love could make for a very pleasant evening. Maybe he'd revise his opinion about an evening spent at Harris's house Glancing over at the couple on the couch, Angel noted that they were involved in their own make-out session and so paying no attention to he and Buffy. Willow was dozing quietly on the floor, facing away from them toward the TV. Still holding her wrists, Angel used his other hand to tug at Buffy's hair pulling her head back. He kissed her hard, roughly thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth causing her to open her mouth wide. She whimpered and ground her bottom harder into his lap. Raising his head, he looked down into her face, whispering huskily "Hmmm You like that babe?" Releasing her hair, his knuckles lightly caressed her nipple through her shirt. "Umm hard. Just like I like them. But I think I can make them harder, you wetter. Don't

you?" Buffy closed her eyes as a loud moan escaped her lips, once again trying to ease the ache between her legs by pushing her bottom into his erection. Xander and Cordelia looked over at the couple when they heard Buffy's loud moan. Buffy's head was back, her chest arched toward Angel. His head was bent low, his face close to her ear and hidden by her hair. Cordelia was mesmerized by the erotic image, and slightly envious of Buffy's obvious passion. Sensing the attention, Angel stood with Buffy in his arms and made his way through the house to the first doorway that offered them privacy. It was a den or study of sorts, with a long, low sofa and illuminated with a single small lamp. Perfect. Angel lowered her to the sofa. He followed her down, dropping to his knees in front of her when she wouldn't release her arms from around his neck. When she whispered, "kiss me" he easily complied, his tongue erotically playing with hers as he pushed her legs apart to kneel between them. Reaching for her hand, Angel pulled Buffy into a sitting position before slowly running his hands across her temples and through her hair to stop on her shoulders. He kissed her for several long minutes with light, teasing kisses. She craved him, wanting more, his mouth harder, his tongue deeper - but his hands on her shoulders prevented her from pressing closer. Whimpering, she struggled slightly, trying to break his hold. Between kisses his hands moved to the sweater that she wore. "You'll be more comfortable with this off." He unbuttoned the two top buttons of the twin-set sweater and pushed it back over her arms and off, tossing it aside. "More fuckable." His words, basely carnal, increased the accelerated pulsing between her legs, her craving for him immune to any sense of offense or respectability. Obsessed by what he made her feel, she responded to his apparent authority, melting inside, liquid and flowing as if making her body ready for him. Then he kissed her as she wanted him too - hard, demanding, passionate, his tongue probing, drawing hers into his mouth. Her low moan escaped in a breath exhalation, her hands clenching on his shoulders. He slid the strap of her camisole down one shoulder, kissing the fullness of her breast before pulling the fabric down to expose her. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, squeezing lightly and looking down at her face. "What do you want, Buffy?" Angel whispered against her lips. His other hand traced a pattern along her waist, moving around to stroke her back. "Umm you. Closer." Buffy tried to wrap her arms around him and pull him forward but had her plans obstructed when Angel leaned away from her. "Angelll" Buffy whined in frustration. His tongue curled around her nipple lightly, teasingly. "Tell me what you want." His voice was a husky whisper against her skin, making her shiver. "You have to tell me, sweetheart, or I won't know." Buffy whimpered softly and arched back even further pushing her breast toward him. His

tongue flicked across the taut bud again. Her hands clutched at his neck, her fingertips stroking the hair at his nape. It took considerable effort to resist her strength as she attempted to pull him to her. "C'mon baby, talk to me." His roaming hands brushed the curve of her breast and waist, moving down toward her hips. "Please Angel, suck" Buffy felt the heat in her face at her words, arousing and explicit. He smiled slightly as he leaned forward again. Covering her taut nipple and aureole, he sucked them into his mouth. When she felt the firm pressure, hard and sucking, Buffy couldn't breathe for long moments. When she finally found her voice she whispered, "Yesss don't stop" and with trembling fingers pulled down the remaining strap of her top to offer her other breast to him. She wanted that exact sensation again - the feel of his lips, tongue and teeth on her nipple traveling downward to her heated, throbbing core. "Mmm. You like that?" He stripped her top away gracefully, then reached out his fingertips tracing her mouth before his palm slid along her throat down her chest to caress her taut nipples slowly, feeling their hardness as his hand moved back and forth, watching the pleasure on her face. "Yesss." "I love how you taste." His words were soft against her breast, as he once more returned his lips to her thickly swollen nipples. "Take your clothes off." Buffy softly urged, her hips rocking restlessly, her breasts quivering with her movements as her hands stroked his shoulders, his back, the nape of his neck. She tugged on his sweater. "Later." Angel lifted one of her hands and kissed it as he studied her, his eyes roaming possessively over her swollen lips, her bare breasts and erect nipples, her skirt now pushed up to the tops of her thighs just barely exposing the soft pink of her panties. As his hand glided along her thigh, his wrist pushed the fabric higher, baring her more to his heated gaze. Her panties were small and lacy, almost gleaming in the dim light against the brown fabric of the sofa. He felt his erection pulse harder at the sight of her so aroused and exposed to him. His fingers brushed across the silky fabric. He smiled, the white of his teeth evident in the shadowy room. She was so wet, it was soaking through the material. She whimpered softly as he touched her intimately, her head dropping back. Her hand clutched his bicep. "Now what sweetheart?" He continued to rub and pet her through the thin silk, the light pressure teasing. She lifted her hips to meet his hand, wanting more. She wanted his fingers on her naked body, his mouth. She wanted him to do all the things that only he could do her, that only he could make her feel. She sighed softly, her hips continuing to writhe against his hand. "Tell me." He murmured softly, his fingers continuing their tantalizing play. He'd located the nub of her clitoris and was lazily drawing circles around it with his thumb, the pressure increasingly steadily. "Touch-" Her breath broke as she attempted to speak. Swallowing, she licked her lips. Her eyes were still closed, her head against the back of the couch. "Touch me." It was a

soft plea, breathless and needy. "Like this?" Angel continued to stroke her through the soft material, his fingers sliding down and up along her profusely damp cleft. "No-o." She whimpered softly, trembling. "Then how, babe?" Angel was so hard he was near bursting. Buffy's obvious passion testing his limits. He wanted to crawl between her legs and thrust inside her until the ache she created within him was assuaged. But he waited. "Skin." Her eyes opened, the carnal heat in them illuminated by the small lamp, her cheeks flush and warm, "Take them off" "You want to take your panties off?" His fingers were stroking near the elastic edge of one leg, nearly giving her what she craved. "Yes." She breathed, the throbbing anticipation between her legs increasing ten-fold. "Take them off for me." He whispered, brushing his lips across her jaw, his tongue stroking her neck, the pulsing vein in her throat. His hand brushed her breast, tweaking her nipple. Buffy hesitated only a moment before she reached under her skirt to grab the waistband of her panties. Lifting her hips she began to slide them down. Angel scooted back to let her close her legs, lifting them to slide the damp pink material down her calves and off. She didn't bother to remove her shoes or her skirt, and Angel found the vision of her partially clad form incredibly provocative. "I'm glad I found you." His voice was soft as he kissed her, moving back into place between her legs, his feelings for her surging amidst their play, their lust for each other equal to the love they shared. "I was waiting for you." Buffy sighed softly as Angel's hand delicately slid over her slick, wet labia. He probed, slipping a finger inside her hot, wet channel. "Mine." Angel whispered, sliding his finger deeper then adding a second one, forcing his hand upward and stroking her with such deftness, such expertise that Buffy held her breath against the building rapture. "Yours." Buffy exhaled softly, past any notions of objectivity and independence. "Now think of me fucking you here," he murmured slipping his fingers into her heated dampness, "a dozen times. And then after that," he whispered, bending to lick her nipple then suck her neck, leaving a small passion bite. "I'll take you home and fuck you a dozen more." Buffy moaned, dissolving in the heat of her arousal, his words creating another flood of wetness, of streaking heat. He stroked her sleek tissue delicately with infinite skill and expertise, she cried out softly when she climaxed, her hips arching up to meet his hand, his words the added stimulant that pushed her over the edge. He held her close until the feverish tempest subsided, kissing her lightly on the temple, her neck, his tongue tracing the delicate shell of her ear. She released him reluctantly when he pulled back, opening her eyes when he lifted her legs over his forearms, spreading her thighs wider.

"You know how often I imagine you like this, wet and ready for me?" He smiled at her wickedly, his tongue sweeping across his lips as he looked down at her. "Angel" With strong arms she pulled him closer, "I'm dying for you." "What do you want now, sweet?" He punctuated his words with another light brushing kiss across her lips. "You." Buffy quivered. "Your mouth" "Here?" Angel kissed her lips, his tongue darting inside to tangle with hers. "Or here?" Brushing a kiss across her ear, she felt the goose bumps rise on her arms. "Or where, babe? Tell me" His voice was husky, heated. "There" She pointed slightly, gesturing down between her legs. "Where? Say it." He teased her nipple again, sucking it into his mouth before biting down gently. "My-my- pussy." Buffy felt the heat rise again in her cheeks at the words, her embarrassment secondary to her impassioned desire for him, for his touch. "That's my girl." Angel kissed her lips again, then lowered his head to her wet cleft. He explored her first with his tongue, licking with slow, long licks. Dipping inside her, then swirling around her swollen nub. He sucked it softly, then bit down gently. With her thighs spread wide, she reclined back against the soft, sinking her fingers into the thick dark spikes of his hair, his tongue unhurriedly lapping her dewy wetness. He knew exactly how to touch her, and where, licking, nibbling, and sucking to provoke the intense, stabbing desire. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in soft pants, every nerve taut as he pushed her toward their paradise. When he moved back from her and stood, she watched him with ardent eyes, her passions once more inflamed and urgent. He pulled his sweater over his head and dropped it, her eyes greedily drinking in the muscled expanse of his torso. When he unbuckled his belt she shivered, struggling to regain some composure and wondering how it was that she could so wantonly crave him? With the release of his zipper, she felt the flagrant reminder of the days and nights of passion that had past. How was it that she still wanted him with such an out-of-control burning lust? Briefly Buffy wondered at the control he had over her. Making love in someone else's house, the others within earshot even, was rash and indulgent. Before Angel, she would never have even considered this. "Are you ready for me?" His voice was husky, his gaze drifting along her body down to the golden hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her hazel eyes, sultry, heated met his. "Yes." "Then we should see if we can put this," he drew out his erection, his hand stroking it with mesmerizing slowness as Buffy watched. "in here." Leaning down, his other hand brushed across her drenched slit. Buffy moaned, the sound low and muted, sexual frisson running down her spine at his touch. He seemed larger. And incredibly aroused. Despite the number of times they had already made love, she seemed to have forgotten how big he really was. Had she really

taken that inside her? Angel's hand stroked her thigh soothingly as if he understood her thoughts. Cupping her cheek, he lifted her face to him and kissed her softly, gently. Her momentary fear dissolved with his touch, only the ache of want remained. When he sat next to her, she wasted no time moving to straddle his lap. His erection pressed into her bottom and she squirmed against his irresistible hardness. When she rose to her knees, his hands spanned her waist steadying her. She guided the hard shaft into place, then slowly sank down. As he filled her with his engorged length, the violent pulsing between her legs intensified and took on a singular focus. "You're perfect." Angel watched her as she moved, her cadence slow and steady. Every nerve in his body seemed hypersensitive. He could feel her the beat of her heart, the throbbing of her pulse, her scalding, tight channel surrounding him. He flexed his hips up to meet her. "We fit perfectly." "It's you." Buffy sighed, her senses inundated with him, with the pleasure that he offered her so easily. "It's us." Angel corrected, his experience telling him that what they had was rare, unique and precious. Forcing her hips down, he held her in place, his cock buried deep insider her. Her ravenous desire rapidly spun out of control and she moved on him urgently. Bracing his feet, Angel drove upward, forcing himself deeper with a steady pressure that increased the throbbing ache in the core of her body. His grip tightened on her hips, guiding her, holding her. "You're almost there, aren't you babe?" Angel voice was hushed, the words penetrating the lustful haze of her thoughts. In response, Buffy nuzzled his throat, licking a wet path to the vein in his neck and tasting him. When she bit down gently he released a soft moan. Her lashed drifted open briefly to look at him, the bewitching rock and thrust of her hips unchanged. After a mindless interval, Angel shoved upward with such force that Buffy cried out sharply, the orgasmic scream echoing through the room and heard faintly by the other occupants of the house. Breathless and panting, she collapsed on his shoulder. She clung to him when he moved her, a small subtle movement that emphasized the sensitivity of her sex, still joined with his. He shifted beneath her as the fire inside her rekindled quickly, the intensity startling. It was as if she were oblivious to all but her abject lust for him. "You feel so good so hot so tight" Angel smiled, pressing against her, along every shuddering nerve of her vagina. She whimpered softly, her pulsing core gripping his hard, thick penis. "You feel so hard so big" Buffy panted and frantically reached for him, her peaking desire overwhelming all else. His hands cupped her bottom, lifting her then lowering her, pressing her hips hard to his. Angel planted small kisses along her neck before leaning to suck and nibble at her nipples once more. Groaning, Buffy arched back and ground her pelvis against him as she felt the wave of her orgasm begin. Just before her last

shuddering spasm faded, Angel pulled her lips to his and joined her in climax. Angel heard only the faintest whisper from Buffy as she collapsed in his arms. "I love you." Kissing her head softly head, he smiled. "I love you too." Hours later, his earlier promise fulfilled, Angel dressed a very sated and languid Buffy. When she didn't immediately move, he teased her about her lack of slayer stamina but lifted her in his arms easily, carrying her into the hall. The creaking sounds of bedsprings alerted him to the fact that Xander and Cordelia has obviously adjourned to another room of the house. Buffy met Angel's eyes and giggled slightly. Willow stirred when Angel stepped over her with Buffy, but otherwise paid them no attention. She had fallen asleep on the floor watching the movie, and Xander had covered her with blanket before he and Cordelia had gone to his room. Buffy rubbed her cheek on Angel's shoulder and snuggled next to him as he carried her over to the door. Putting her on her feet, he picked up her bag then grabbed her hand, tugging her out of the house behind him. "Come on, sweetheart." Reaching his apartment, Angel once again swept Buffy up into his arms. Kicking the door closed with one foot, Angel dropped Buffy on the bed in the dark room. "Now, where were we?"

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