Closer
By The Wicked Sluts
See Part 1 for Disclaimer
Part 4
***** “Yes!” Willow was surprised by her own lack of hesitation. This was something that she had thought about… she and Angel had engaged in anal foreplay before, but with him on the receiving end.
She knew that eventually, if things continued to progress the way they were, it would come to this. She didn’t think it would happen so quickly, but a lot of things seemed to be happening quickly tonight.
Angel was equally surprised by her swift acceptance. Pleased, but still surprised. She did that to him a lot, he was discovering.
“On your hands and knees then,” he ordered, a little harshly, before leaning over to whisper in her ear again, “You know, if you keep saying yes to everything I say, I’ll never have any reason to punish you.” He gave her earlobe a light kiss and a nip with his blunt teeth, earning a grateful smile from Willow, who marginally relaxed.
Angel wanted her to enjoy this. He knew from experience that if it was done correctly, Willow could derive almost as much pleasure as he could.
As she made herself comfortable, grabbing pillows to support herself with, and Angel laid on his back, his head between her legs.
“Angel?!” she gasped, not expecting him to worry about her pleasure right now.
“I didn’t give you permission to talk,” he said, quickly swatting her backside.
He spread her lips with his tongue, sliding it back and forth along her slit, pressing it lightly inside her walls before dipping back out, and pressing it against her clit.
Her legs tightened as she balanced precariously on the edge of her orgasm, but Angel had no intention of letting her come yet. He drew his attention away from her clit and contented himself to lick at her outer lips. He sensed her relax a bit, and then he moved back up, pulling at her gently with his teeth, feeling her draw closer again. Willow was panting, almost desperate in her need to come.
This was exactly where he wanted her to be. Pulling himself out from between her legs, he stood and moved to his dresser, rummaging around in the top drawer before finally pulling out a tube of KY jelly.
As he walked back to the bed, he spread a small amount on his index finger, and sat on the edge of the bed behind Willow. With his other hand, he felt her wetness again, wanting to keep her on the edge, tense, and willing to let Angel manipulate her body any way he wanted as long as she got to come.
He snaked the slick finger easily into her tight hole, and worked it gently in and out of her body, slightly lubricating the opening of the passage. Willow buried her head in the pillows, caught between hating this invasion and loving it at the same time.
Angel was taking his time. This wasn’t something that could be rushed… it would only end badly for both of them if he forced this before she was ready.
Slowly and cautiously, he added another finger. He was moving agonizingly slow, and Willow wasn’t certain if she hated him or loved him for it. He moved the two fingers around, not simply in and out, loosening her sphincter muscles. He kept the open tube of lube next to him on the bed, and with his free hand, he squeezed a little more out onto his fingers as they moved in and out of her body, and added a third finger.
Willow was amazingly accepting of him. He expected resistance to the third finger, and while she did clench around him, he knew that she was making a conscious effort to relax. The fact that his other hand went back to playing with her clitoris helped immensely; she was so desperate to come that she would have gladly allowed him to do anything he wanted at that moment.
Yet Angel refused to speed his actions along. With his fingers inside her, he began to spread them, slowly, stretching her entrance.
A knee-jerk reaction, Willow clenched her muscles tight, forcing his fingers back together. Angel almost snickered, but caught himself in time. Laughing at her wouldn’t be prudent, and he knew that at this moment, she wouldn’t see the humor. Maybe later.
He placed his hand on her hip, massaging the tense muscles, “Relax, Willow… please. Just relax again.”
She did, and he spread his fingers again, stretching her, before pulling them out, applying more lube, and then carefully thrusting them back inside her. He repeated the motions for several long minutes until he was satisfied that she was ready.
He slathered a generous amount of jelly from the base to the tip of his penis, stroking himself with one hand to spread it evenly.
Positioning himself on his knees behind her, he placed the head of his cock at her opening. He was hard as a rock in anticipation of being sheathed so tightly inside his lover’s body.
“Ready, Willow?” he asked.
“Yes, Angel… please,” she begged.
Again, he was amazed by her, and her total acceptance of him, something he didn’t get from anyone else in his life now and hadn’t for a very long time.
He pressed forward, sliding his tip inside her. Instinctively, she flinched. Angel waited for a moment for her to grow used to feeling him inside her before he slid further in. The process was arduous and slow… he was about halfway in before Willow pushed herself back against him.
He was all the way inside of her, she could feel his course pubic hair scratching against her bottom. He gave her time to recover, to grow accustomed to the feeling.
She wanted to speak… needed to speak… but she remembered her station. He hadn’t given her permission.
She looked back over her shoulder, pleading with him with her eyes.
“What, Willow? What’s wrong?”
“May I speak? Please?” she begged.
She needn’t have asked. As far as Angel was concerned, the lesson was over for the time being, the real contest having been whether or not she would allow this in the first place.
“Of course, you can… anything,” he replied, gritting his teeth. The feel of her muscles involuntarily clamping down on his cock was going to quickly drive him over the edge.
“It feels so good,” she finally moaned, “It’s so… God… Angel… so tight… so…good…”
Angel slid out, and pressed back in. He wasn’t going to last; the feeling was too incredible. The combination of her heat, her tightness, and the steady stream of words that was pouring from her lips was too much for him.
He found a slow rhythm, moving in and out, in and out. He reached around and between her legs, tugging and pinching her clit between his fingers. It was all she could take and she erupted into her orgasm, screaming as wave upon wave of bliss enveloped her body. She thrust back against Angel, her muscles growing rigid around his shaft as the last vestiges of her orgasm ripped through her body.
Falling forward, Angel sank his fangs into her side, only tasting her as his own orgasm was so intense and earth-shattering that he was unable to suck the blood from her. He came in quick, hard spurts, his body shuddering and convulsing as feral cries erupted from deep within his chest.
Gasping for unneeded breath, he fell on top of her.
“Angel, I can’t breathe,” she panted.
He gingerly pulled out of her, and rolled over onto his back to lie next to her, the pair both completely spent.
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