SPRING FLING (12/12)
 

Angel pulled back, his dark eyes narrowed with lust and desire as he looked
at Willow, seeing the wide eyes and red lips, bruised from his forceful kiss.
He ran his fingers along her cheek, saying in a voice husky with need, "I've
wanted to do that all evening."
 

"You have?" she whispered, moving her cheek against his hand. "You did real
well hiding it."
 

"Ah, little one, why do you always doubt your beauty?" he asked, leaning
forward and resting his forehead against hers. "You doubt your hold over me.
I love you, Willow. I want you. You didn't need to play your little game
tonight to make me want you more, though it certainly worked. Do you have any
idea the control it took not to toss you to the ground and claim you in front
of all those ogling boys?"
 

"Really?" she slowly smiled, imagining that scene in her head.
 

"Yes, really," he repeated, shaking his head slightly. "Willow, I don't want
to leave you tonight, but I will if that's what you want. I don't want to
rush you. I know this is sudden, that you had no idea how I felt. Just tell
me what you want."
 

"You," she said in soft voice, "I want you."
 

"Aye, lass, are ye sure?" he asked, his desire thickening his accent.
 

"Please, Angel?" she asked, moving her hand up to rest on top of his. "Make
love to me."
 

"You never have to ask again," he said, leaning down and capturing her mouth
again, this time in a slow, teasing kiss. He pulled back, smiling as he swung
her into his arms and walked inside her house. He kicked the door shut behind
him, moving her so she could lock it, which she did with a giggle. He kissed
her again as he walked towards the stairs, not able to control himself. He
had spent three hours resisting her seduction. Only twice had he almost lost
it. Once while dancing and again when she had taken the fruit from his
fingers. Now, he planned on making up for that three hours of torture.
 

Willow loved kissing him. His taste was intoxicating, a unique flavoring that
she could spend hours savoring. She couldn't believe that not a half before
she thought that he didn't want her, that she was just his friend. Teach her
for thinking. From the feel of his lips and the look in his eyes, he
definitely wanted her. She was glad that she had left her bedroom door open,
not wanting to move her hands from their position behind his head. She soon
felt him lower her to her bed, her head resting on her pillows as he pulled
back. His dark eyes ran over her, leaving no inch untouched by his eyes. She
sat up, leaning back on her elbows as she watched him, not sure what she
should do.
 

"I love you," he said softly as he moved to unbutton his shirt. He slid it
from his shoulders, listening to her soft appreciative sigh. He kicked his
shoes off, leaving his slacks. He didn't want to scare her. He knew that he
was rather large and, at the moment, he was harder than he had been in
decades. Instead, he sat on the side of the bed, smiling at her. He moved his
hand over cheek and down her throat, his fingers tracing the lace edge of her
dress. He took her hand and had her stand, her eyes watching him with
curiosity. He brushed his lips against hers as he unzipped her dress, letting
it fall to the floor in a soft pile. He pulled back, his eyes taking in the
bra and panty set coupled with the garter belt and stockings. He groaned,
only thinking that it was possible that he couldn't become more hard. He
could feel himself throbbing against his pants, pushing against the zipper as
he strained for freedom of the confining cotton. He moved to unfasten her
bra, moving slowly so that he did not frighten her. When he slid the lace
away from her breasts, he watched as a pink flush slowly covered her skin. He
smiled as he saw her pert breasts, her nipples hardened little nubs begging
for him to taste them. He gave in to their urging, catching one of the buds
in his mouth. He listened with male satisfaction to her gasp as she arched
towards him. His hands drifted down her body, moving behind her to cup her
silk clad ass. He moved his mouth lower, brushing kisses along her flesh
until his mouth was on the edge of her panties. He smiled against her stomach
as he hooked his teeth in the dark green silk, their blunt edge rubbing
against her flesh and causing her to gasp again, her hand going to his head
so she wouldn't fall.
 

She felt cool air as he pulled her panties down with his teeth. She was now
standing naked before him save her stockings and garter belt. She waited,
watching as he knelt and sat back on his heels, simply looking at her with
those dark, unreadable eyes. She jumped slightly when his cool fingers
touched her upper thigh, unfastening the garter belt from her stockings. She
stood still as he unfastened the belt, tossing it behind him towards her
dress. With a purely masculine smile, he moved in closer to her, breathing in
deeply as he leaned towards the juncture between her thighs. She watched him,
not sure what he was doing. Sure, she'd heard about things like this, seen it
in movies though the screen tended to fade before any details were shown. But
this was in living vivid color. She was standing in her bedroom wearing only
a pair of black stockings with her best friend's ex-boyfriend kneeling in
front of her wearing only a pair of slacks, his head close to her reddish
brown curls. Her eyes closed and a low moan came from her as he ran his
tongue over upper thigh, his nose brushing against her wetness. His hand
moved behind her ass, holding her in place as he moved his mouth higher, his
nose touching her clit. She cried out as his tongue began to tease her
slowly, her knees growing weak as he continued to feast on her.
 

Angel loved the taste of her, sure that he would be content to simply kneel
in front of her for an eternity. He tasted her through two orgasms, wanting
to make sure she was ready for him. When he finally realized that he couldn't
wait any longer, he stood, claiming her mouth as he unfastened his pants. He
moved her to the bed, laying her down, keeping himself against her. She was
so warm, the smell of sweat and sex filling the room. He brushed his cock
against her cunt, knowing she was ready. He tried to keep himself calm, not
wanting to hurt her. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into her, hearing
her heart start racing as the soft scent of fear joined the other smells. He
continued to push into her, feeling her pull away as her low moan filled his
ear. Finally, he had entered her completely, pushing past her barrier and
simply resting against her as she adjusted to his size.
 

Willow felt as if someone had forced a two by four into her. It was painful,
a dull pain that was spreading from between her legs down to her toes. She
had never guessed that he would be so large, though she didn't know why not.
She could feel the tears forming in her eyes as she felt him settle against
her. After several minutes of him kissing her neck and simply waiting, she
felt the pain start to fade and a slow spreading of pleasure entering her
body. She moved against him, her breasts pressed against his chest. She felt
him kissing the tears away as he pulled out of her before sinking back. She
moaned, her hands going behind his back as he began a slow rhythm. Soon, pain
was forgotten as they moved together. She felt a familiar tingle fill her
body as he kissed her neck. She knew what he was fighting, could see the
demon so close to his surface. He was being so gentle, so controlled, not
wanting to scare her or hurt her. She touched his face, whispering, "Show me."
 

He looked at her in surprise, seeing the truth in her eyes. He smiled slowly,
love in his eyes as he felt his demon come forward. He felt her lips on the
ridges of his face as he moved, knowing that Willow would never cease to
amaze him. He watched as she tilted her head, offering her neck to him as she
said, "You can drink from me."
 

At her words, his demon took over, his thrusts became more demanding, his
hands kneading her breasts as he brushed his lips over her neck. He felt her
muscles tighten around him as she came, repeating his name over and over as
her fingernails dug into his back. He pierced her neck, his teeth biting down
in a savage claiming as his demon marked its possession of her. He felt
himself cum as he pulled his mouth from her neck, his mouth finding hers. He
moved his mouth again, nuzzling the mark on her neck as he purred in
contentment.
 

"I love you," Willow said softly, brushing his hair with her fingers.
 

"Mine," he said simply before licking the bite.
 

Willow smiled at his words, knowing that they were true. She was his, body
and soul. She settled back against her pillow, wondering if her dress would
wrinkle on the floor and then deciding that she didn't really care enough to
move him out of her to pick it up. Instead, she closed her eyes and slowly
drifted off to sleep with him in her arms.

***************THE END******************

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