When the books tell about the torture Angelus put his victims through, they knew what they were talking about. But they never met Angel. This is heaven and hell al rolled into one. I want to come and at the same time I want this to last forever. This feeling of teetering on the edge of completion. Walking that double edge knife and not know which way you’re going to fall, but knowing that you’re safe because he’s holding onto you. Angel. “Yours,” I whisper, though he didn’t ask.
He keeps working my pulsing erection. Sucking, licking, wet mouth moving with a cool touch. I’m still the on in control though. It’s to important to me to let go. I’ve been the one without control to many times to be *able* to let go completely. I want to, for him, just like he wanted to show me. But I can’t. So my thrusts into his mouth are deliberately calculated as much as I can under these circumstances. My fingers gripping his shoulder dig into his flesh with as much pressure I can manage, knowing he’ll enjoy the pain of it. I want him to enjoy this too.
Our hands touch for a brief moment until I find the one scrambling the wall on his other shoulder. Clutching at them with blunt fingernails, I keep pushing into his mouth. His own hands are moving. One touching my balls, making me gasp for air, heartbeat skipping. Then his other one is sliding around to cup my arse and I can feel my body tense in anticipation. Of what, I’ve no idea, it’s just the idea of *something*. The soap makes it easy for his hand to glide over the skin of my body and then to the crack of my arse. Before I know one finger slips in and I scream out his name.
I can feel my climaxing rushing over me as I come into his mouth without much of a warning. My back arches and a pain shoots through it which is easily forgotten. He’s the one who nearly lost control only moments ago. Now I’m the one who’s on that edge, just barely holding on as I float away on a sea of incredible pleasure. Automatically I thrust into his mouth several times, while my head falls back against the wall with another thud. I’m panting for air, unable to completely fill my lungs with oxygen. My legs feel like rubber and I have to hold onto Angel with all my might because my knees are about to give out.
“I think I shall faint now,” I mumble, barely audible over the rush of the shower.
As he comes down from his climax, I let out a gentle growl at the still painful grip he's got on my shoulders. He is really hitting all of my buttons this afternoon. I don't tell him to let go. The pain is good, I focus on his hands and take in a breath amidst the water. Rubbing my nose against his hip, I lick the soft skin there, and lapping along his spent cock, catching any come the water hasn't already.
Sliding my finger gently out of him, I lick across his tight stomach, nuzzling him there before I move away to get up. He's mine. He's mine. He has to be. If he left... I won't let myself think any further about that possiblity, though.
It took him a while to get here it seems, so I stay still against him, enjoying the smell of him, the feel of him starting to go limp next to me. His body is an amazing thing, as I look at it from this close view. These long, endless legs, make me want them wrapped around me, or have them straddling me again. They're so strong and sure even though he can't always be. My fingers slide along his calf and the curve of muscle there. It's beautiful. Mine feels like some cheap imitation compared to this living, working thing, blood pumping through it, making it live and grow...and die.
His grip on my shoulders does loosen finally and I can tell he's about to melt into a puddle. Grabbing his hips, I take some of his weight as I stand up and hold him to me, letting his limp body slide onto mine. "Mine." I whisper. "Mine." We stand there in the spray a little longer as the soap *and* the warm water disappears. I turn the taps and shut off the water, my other hand still firmly around his waist.
"Ready to dry off?" We're both wet and dripping, and he's probably getting cold.
If we weren’t in the shower, I might’ve actually fainted. Or dropped into a deep sleep, as I’m prone to do apparently after…uhm…this sort of exercise. Angel really does wear me out completely, and I’ve this distinct impression, he’s not even fully did his best yet. If he ever gets it into his head to turn into a relentless tease, I’ll be hopelessly lost. And willingly to. Damn, *I’m* a contradiction in terms myself at times.
My knees are about to give out and I can feel the water getting colder. The only thing keeping me standing is Angel. He’s grabbing my hips as he moved up slowly until I can hold onto him as well. Siding my arms around his waist, I slump against him and let out a content sigh. God, this feels good. If it weren’t for the fact that my legs seem to be made of rubber and the shower is getting cold, I’d just stay here forever. Safely in Angel’s arm, I can happily spend the rest of my life here. I quickly push that though aside, because it once again makes me realize that there will be a time when Angel will have to move on without me.
His voice helps to tear me out of any thoughts and I smile at the words. “Yours,” I echo eagerly. “All yours.” Well, I do remember giving him an open invitation of some kind the night before. Or was that tomorrow? I lost track of time. The water of the shower is getting colder and a shiver of a different variety goes though me. We’d best move out before my back locks up again. And that really would be too much of a bother, not to mention a mood killer. Let’s not go down that road again. Now… all I need to do is move. Just that one foot in front of the other sort of thing.
“Hmmm?” Lifting my head from where it was resting on his shoulder, I blink up at him sleepily. Bloody hell, I’ll bet that stupid smile is on my face again. Oh. Who turned off the show-- Angel of course. “’M not sure I can move,” I sigh, dropping my head on his shoulder again and burying my nose in his neck. My arms slide tighter around him as I cling onto him.
He keeps working my pulsing erection. Sucking, licking, wet mouth moving with a cool touch. I’m still the on in control though. It’s to important to me to let go. I’ve been the one without control to many times to be *able* to let go completely. I want to, for him, just like he wanted to show me. But I can’t. So my thrusts into his mouth are deliberately calculated as much as I can under these circumstances. My fingers gripping his shoulder dig into his flesh with as much pressure I can manage, knowing he’ll enjoy the pain of it. I want him to enjoy this too.
Our hands touch for a brief moment until I find the one scrambling the wall on his other shoulder. Clutching at them with blunt fingernails, I keep pushing into his mouth. His own hands are moving. One touching my balls, making me gasp for air, heartbeat skipping. Then his other one is sliding around to cup my arse and I can feel my body tense in anticipation. Of what, I’ve no idea, it’s just the idea of *something*. The soap makes it easy for his hand to glide over the skin of my body and then to the crack of my arse. Before I know one finger slips in and I scream out his name.
I can feel my climaxing rushing over me as I come into his mouth without much of a warning. My back arches and a pain shoots through it which is easily forgotten. He’s the one who nearly lost control only moments ago. Now I’m the one who’s on that edge, just barely holding on as I float away on a sea of incredible pleasure. Automatically I thrust into his mouth several times, while my head falls back against the wall with another thud. I’m panting for air, unable to completely fill my lungs with oxygen. My legs feel like rubber and I have to hold onto Angel with all my might because my knees are about to give out.
“I think I shall faint now,” I mumble, barely audible over the rush of the shower.
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Sliding my finger gently out of him, I lick across his tight stomach, nuzzling him there before I move away to get up. He's mine. He's mine. He has to be. If he left... I won't let myself think any further about that possiblity, though.
It took him a while to get here it seems, so I stay still against him, enjoying the smell of him, the feel of him starting to go limp next to me. His body is an amazing thing, as I look at it from this close view. These long, endless legs, make me want them wrapped around me, or have them straddling me again. They're so strong and sure even though he can't always be. My fingers slide along his calf and the curve of muscle there. It's beautiful. Mine feels like some cheap imitation compared to this living, working thing, blood pumping through it, making it live and grow...and die.
His grip on my shoulders does loosen finally and I can tell he's about to melt into a puddle. Grabbing his hips, I take some of his weight as I stand up and hold him to me, letting his limp body slide onto mine. "Mine." I whisper. "Mine." We stand there in the spray a little longer as the soap *and* the warm water disappears. I turn the taps and shut off the water, my other hand still firmly around his waist.
"Ready to dry off?" We're both wet and dripping, and he's probably getting cold.
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My knees are about to give out and I can feel the water getting colder. The only thing keeping me standing is Angel. He’s grabbing my hips as he moved up slowly until I can hold onto him as well. Siding my arms around his waist, I slump against him and let out a content sigh. God, this feels good. If it weren’t for the fact that my legs seem to be made of rubber and the shower is getting cold, I’d just stay here forever. Safely in Angel’s arm, I can happily spend the rest of my life here. I quickly push that though aside, because it once again makes me realize that there will be a time when Angel will have to move on without me.
His voice helps to tear me out of any thoughts and I smile at the words. “Yours,” I echo eagerly. “All yours.” Well, I do remember giving him an open invitation of some kind the night before. Or was that tomorrow? I lost track of time. The water of the shower is getting colder and a shiver of a different variety goes though me. We’d best move out before my back locks up again. And that really would be too much of a bother, not to mention a mood killer. Let’s not go down that road again. Now… all I need to do is move. Just that one foot in front of the other sort of thing.
“Hmmm?” Lifting my head from where it was resting on his shoulder, I blink up at him sleepily. Bloody hell, I’ll bet that stupid smile is on my face again. Oh. Who turned off the show-- Angel of course. “’M not sure I can move,” I sigh, dropping my head on his shoulder again and burying my nose in his neck. My arms slide tighter around him as I cling onto him.
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