The Hardest Lesson: Restraint [Tara/Angel - R/NC-17]
Title: The Hardest Lesson: Restraint
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Fandom: AtS season 1/BtVS season 4 [Character only]
Character: Angel/ Tara
Word Count: 3,461
Rating: R/NC-17
Beta: Meg [strangecreature] who owns my soul *G*
Authors Notes: I blame Chlare. She’s to blame even though Angel and the rope training was my idea. It’s still her fault. No arguing that.
“Angel, I’m not so sure about this. I do-”
“Shh.” Angel pressed his finger against her lips, smiling to ease her anxiety; but he knew her well enough to know that nothing would relax her for what he was asking. “You’ve done so well with the training,” his voice was low as he took her hand and lead her to the well worn couch in the corner of the spare office - the one that became her spell room - a warm smile on his lips as he brushed his thumb against the back of her hand.
She gave him a look, cocking her brow and wondering why he was trying to sugar coat everything. “Okay, except for slaying the coffee table.”
“Right, but you were learning then. Just like now, this is just…it’s just another lesson, Tara.”
“It’s summer, isn’t school over for now?” A wry smile tempted the corner of her lips as she tried to find any way to bargain her way out of it. But months of experience taught her that she was fighting a losing battle.
Angel’s hand reached up to touch her face. “It’s for your protection…There are dan-”
Tara could see he was on the verge of a speech - or possibly brooding - at this point and sighed, relenting against everything inside her. “Okay,” she cut him off. It was all too quickly that Tara felt him grab her hands roughly and pin them together, palm to palm, a strong silk rope wrapping tightly around her skin and keeping her hands immobile.
An almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips as she rubbed her wrists against the binds and trying to find a way to pull them free. Angel’s fingers rested under her chin, tipping her face up to meet his eyes. “Remember the lessons, you’ll be okay.” Gently he brushed her cheek before moving to reach down and tie more rope to her ankles and knees.
Carefully Angel tied the last knot, tying the woman of his affection as he would an enemy. He stepped back and looked her over, seeing her hands tied in front of her as well as her legs bound and keeping her immobile - beautifully helpless - and left to do nothing but struggle until she figured out a way to get free.
“H-how…”
“Remember our lessons. You can’t use your teeth either; you’d most likely be gagged.” For a moment he wondered why he didn’t do that as well, they’d been doing all things as if it was actually happening.
The whimper that escaped her throat a second later made him realize exactly why he didn’t.
Angel moved back into the shadows and watched from a distance - a safe one for them both - to see how well she could get out and how quickly. He had faith in her; she had done so well with everything he taught her and this was her last test.
One he was almost as sure as anything he’d fail.
Tara struggled quietly on the couch; her wrists bound so tight her fingers started to tint red; but not enough to hurt her. They both knew how serious of a danger this town was; the fact that she worked at a bar where demons were welcome didn’t help quell his fears. Anti-violence spell or not.
“Angel,” she was almost panting and that helpless sound that came from her lips time and time again did nothing but torment and tempt him into going over to her.
He stayed quiet as she struggled more, the muscles in her body straining to be freed from his well-tied knots. The word that could stop it all was on her lips - their safe word when the lessons got too much for her to handle. She hadn’t said it once in months, now wasn’t when she was going to start.
“Breathe,” she told herself, swallowing hard and leaning back against the couch in an attempt to try and clear her mind.
Angel watched as she closed her eyes, the look of helplessness fading and turning into something of awe. He knew she had it and watched as her lips moved silently, as the energy in the room started to crackle, a faint buzzing sound in his ears that only he could hear.
“Good girl,” he whispered, licking his bottom lip as he saw the tie around her knees become lose enough to fall to the ground. His eyes moved up to her face and for once he was thankful for the luxury of not needing to breathe.
Small beads of sweat fell from her forehead, her hair sticking to her face as she moved it side to side, working on her ankles now. Angel’s eyes watched as a trail of sweat ran down her check, down the curve of her neck to hide its self between her breasts.
“Damn,” the word fell from his lips as he moved over to her, taking his place back on the couch and causing Tara to lose her concentration to look at him. “I’m sorry.” The words didn’t register in her mind until she felt his hand dig into her hair as he pulled her in for a kiss - their first since that night - his tongue daringly slipping past her lips.
Tara’s eyes fluttered closed and a soft moan fell from her lips, her tongue brushing his as her back arched. Another whimper was heard as she tried to pull her wrists free; the ache to touch him becoming almost something living on its own.
Angel pulled back and allowed her to breathe, heavy pants falling from her lips and onto his skin, his hand trailing over her face and hair. She looked down at her hands, motioning for him to free her. “I won’t hurt you,” he replied, ignoring her silent plea as he trailed his hand boldly over her knee.
“Angel…”
“We can stop if…”
“Don’t.” Angel started to pull away when Tara grasped at his shirt with her fingers. “Don’t.”
He could almost swear his heart started to pound as she boldly reached up and kissed him even as her face blushed a deep red, her own mind spinning at the boldness of what was happening. “Want you,” he admitted against her lips, trailing cool kisses down the length of her jaw and down to her neck.
That admission to any other woman would have been a surrender of power; but Tara was never wired that way and it was freeing.
A smile came to his lips as she tilted her neck to him in trust, a low moan coming to her lips when he boldly sucked her sensitive skin against his teeth. The more he paid service to her skin the more she writhed next to him, his hands on her hip and lower back, keeping her bound body tightly to him.
Small tremors went from her head to her toes as Angel slipped one hand down her hip to her thigh, tempting the edge of her knee length skirt and ghosting its way over her bare skin. “Angel, oh god,” she panted, her eyes tightly shut in fear and anxiety of the reality of what they were doing - what she was letting him do - slowly sunk in.
“Not god,” his voice was low, he pulled back to look at her, his eyes trailing over her face until she opened her eyes to him. He was tempted to speak but kept silent out of fear of saying anything that could spoil this before it’s time.
Her lips parted in protest, but the realization that the words she would speak would fall on stubborn ears made her keep quiet and lean up to kiss him instead. There was something about kissing him that was safely dangerous enough to keep her craving more. Craving more of him. Tara knew in the pit of her stomach - and heart - that he’d never hurt her, he was kind; the fact he was a vampire was as much a factor to her as him having dark hair. It was just something that was a part of him; not anything that defined him.
Angel pulled away from her and reached down to her ankles, untying the ropes and letting it fall to the ground. “I’ll stop if…” She silently shook her head, letting his words trail off as he let his fingers linger over the smooth skin of her ankle.
With deliberate slowness, Angel kept his eyes on Tara as he moved his hand up her calf, his fingers ghosting over her warm skin. His eyes twinkled mischievously when he touched the back of her knee, causing a giggle to bubble from her lips. Once again, Angel’s lips were against her skin, gentle kisses against her jaw and on down to her shoulder, her hands still bound between them as she gripped his back button down shirt with her fingers.
Tara’s breathy whimpers encouraged him on and he moved his hand further up her leg, reaching her thigh and finally dipping beneath her skirt. Tara’s eyes fluttered open when her breath hitched in her throat, the sight of herself in the mirror that hung on the wall. She could see her skin dimple from Angel’s kisses, her skirt riding up with the movement of his hand, all without seeing his reflection there. “Ohh…” Her eyes fluttered closed, the erotic sight becoming almost too much, the thought that it was her in the mirror - looking like that - was something she couldn’t seem to grasp.
Angel’s fingers stopped when he felt the thin material of her panties, keeping him from touching her. Slowly, her thighs parted until he pulled away again, watching as she squirmed beneath him, his free hand moving under her shirt to ghost against the silky material of her bra. His eyes searched her face for any signs of doubt but found only trust and want.
He swallowed thickly, his finger trailing the edge of her bra before tugging on the hooks until it fell lose under her shirt. “Angel…” her breath was low, her eyes opening to look at him, never looking away even as he edged his fingers beneath the material. Angel moved in closer, kissing Tara’s lips gently as her body melted and arched to his fingers.
Tara’s eyes opened again when Angel pulled away, his eyes dark as he looked down at her, slipping his hands from beneath her clothes. Without words he moved his hands around her waist, gripping her tightly as he lifted her onto his lap. Nervously, she licked her lips, looking down at him as her thighs rested on either side of his lap.
Angel’s fingers burned from the warmth of her skin, he moved his hands to the front of her shirt, looking at the buttons intently as he undid them; feeling the heat of her gaze as he worked. Tara’s bound hands kept him from pulling her shirt off, but it fell open around her shoulders, exposing her black bra to his eyes.
The blush raced to Tara’s cheeks but she didn’t pull away, his cool hands moved lightly down her collarbone until the already open clasp was pulled even further apart, bundled up with her shirt and hanging loosely over her arms.
A low growl escaped his lips, his hands wrapping around her waist as he brought his face close to her breasts. His lips moving gently over her skin, teasing her until he got the moan he was quietly waiting for. Tara felt his lips move over her breasts, his hand reaching up to wrap his fingers around it gently before his lips closed over her nipple.
Angel could hear Tara’s heartbeat thunder in his ears, picking up pace with each pull of his lips; soft moans escaping her lips when his teeth grazed over her flesh.
Tara threaded her fingers together, gripping her hands tightly as her hips started to gently move against his lap. The rough grip of his hand on her waist made her pause, causing her to look down at him worried she’d done something wrong.
Without a verbal answer, Angel kissed his way up her throat, his lips pressed on the underside of her ear. “I want to watch you,” he whispered as he released the grip on her and trailed it down her side, until he reached the edge of her skirt. Gently he slipped his hand under the material again, running the tips of his fingers lightly over her thigh; causing her to shake over him.
Tightly she closed her eyes, her stomach in knots - both nervous and excited - as his fingers moved over her skin. She buried her face in his neck when his hand moved from her inner thigh to her hip, his fingers gently pulling at the tie on the sides of her panties. “Beautiful.” His words caused her to blush once again, her body shaking with pleasure from his touch.
“Look at me.” His words were quiet and Tara pulled back to look down at him, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders and covering part of her face. Angel’s eyes locked with hers, his hand moved back down to her inner thighs, her panties falling away and leaving her open to him.
Angel brought his other hand up to her face, threading his fingers in her hair and running his thumb over her cheek. With slow movements he brought his face close to hers - never breaking eye contact with her - as he gently pressed his hand against her heat. Tara’s eyes widened as she felt his finger slip partly inside her; she never took her eyes off of his as his hand moved methodically against her.
Soft whimpers escaped Tara’s lips the more Angel’s finger moved inside her, his hand pressed tightly to her. Her hips started to rock slowly against his hand, feeling the friction it caused to her clit.
The more she whimpered the harder Angel found himself struggling to keep control and focus on her. His cock was tight against his pants and the way his hand kept him separated from her warmth was almost torturous for him. It could be so easy just to sink into her, make her writhe with each and every thrust of his hips, the feel of his tongue on her flesh…
“Ohhh…” Tara’s mouth gaped open, her eyes fluttering closed with her hair haloed around her and making her look like a wanton goddess. With fascinated eyes, Angel watched her reactions as he slipped a second finger into her, using slow methodic movements to draw out more moans from her.
He watched quietly, his eyes unable to look away from her as his hand moved from her neck and trailed down her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts. Tara’s heartbeat started to pick up faster the more he touched her; her hands were still tied neatly together at her waist and pressed tightly between the two of them, her fingers grasping at the edge of his shirt as if he’d move away from her or change his mind.
Tara swallowed thickly, her breath coming out in shallow pants as her hips rocked against his hand. His eyes dilated with lust each time she pushed his fingers deeper into her, causing her muscles to tighten around his fingers like a vise grip. Her eyes squeezed shut the moment his fingers moved over her nipple, pinching lightly before she felt him shift under her to replace it with his mouth.
“T-too much…” Tara whispered hotly, her back arching as she impaled herself on his fingers a bit more with each thrust. It wasn’t a plea to stop, it was an admission of pleasure; a feeling she was afraid of at the same moment she was afraid it would stop.
Angel groaned against her flesh, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, dragging his teeth over her sensitive nipple just to elicit another moan from her lips. His palm rubbed against her clit the more her hips rocked to his fingers; they pushed deeply into her. Two of them pressed together and bent just enough to press against the spot inside her that made her muscles tighten even more around his fingers.
The words were never spoken but he knew - she knew he did - that she’d never done anything like this. It made him feel dirty and undeserving to be doing this to her, to be the first person to bring her this pleasure. But the expression on her face and the emotion she poured onto him kept him from pulling away, leaving him only wanting to please her more.
Angel groaned loudly against her breast, feeling her hips speed up against his fingers and causing more friction between them. The back of his hand was pressed down by her hips, pressing firmly against his cock through his pants and bringing him closer to the very edge he was trying to bring her to.
With a bit of movement, Angel managed to shift his hand and press his thumb against her clit. His fingers still moved deeply inside her, the nail of his finger moving gently over her clit, her back arched and pressed more of her breast in his mouth.
Tara’s whimpering got louder; her hips moved harder against his invading fingers and she heard Angel moaning against her breast; only turning her on in a way she never thought. With every arch of her hips she felt his fingers sink deeper into her, his thumb pressing hard against her clit and causing her to tighten even more around his fingers. The feeling of him inside her was almost too much to take and she started to feel a knot form in her stomach.
His mouth pulled away from her breast and his back arched with her, feeling and watching her writhe over him was making it harder for him to hold back. Angel bent down and started kissing her neck again, his tongue running over the shell of her ear as he whispered. “Just let go. Let go for me.”
Those simple words were enough for her to grip onto his shirt even tighter as her hips rocked over him, pressing his hand harder against his cock. The sight of her over him was almost enough for him to lose control, the feel of her muscles tightening around his fingers as she came was enough for him
Angel gripped her hip tightly and used it to thrust her body down to his upward thrusting fingers, wanting to make her scream as she came. Her pussy tightened around him, causing her to cry out as he spread them apart inside her, arching his own hips up while watching her. The sight of her panting and moaning as she came was enough to throw him over the edge himself; he felt his balls tighten as he came. The feel of his sticky come causing his boxers to cling to his skin; that was the last thing on his mind right now when he heard her gasp.
Nervously he licked his lips, hissing when he realized he nicked his tongue on his fang. A swear fell from his lips and he tried to hide himself from her, tempted to move her off of him to give himself distance from her bound, willing body and that scent she had. That scent of sex, sin and innocence that was eating into him.
“Don’t…” he growled, turning his face away from her and slipping his fingers from her warmth, trying to shield her eyes from seeing him like this. Yellow eyes and sharp fangs are something you never want to see from your lover at a moment like this.
Tara’s eyes got wide and she watched his reactions, the look on his face was easy to see. She should know, she wore it all her life. She swallowed hard and looked down at him, unsure what she should do but knowing that pulling away wasn’t what she had planned.
Angel blinked in surprise when he felt her watching him, a hand on his chin to turn him to look at her. “Don’t.” I was a plea; she shouldn’t see him like this. It didn’t phase her.
Boldly Tara ran her fingers over the sharp ridges of his face, keeping eye contact with him at all times. “Hey,” she whispered softly, her heart still pounding as the blood rushed through her body as she came down from her high. “Don’t hide from me, I won’t hide from you. Okay?”
He looked at her curiously; the urge to hide himself from her ebbing away as he brushed her tousled hair away from her face then wrapped his arm around her waist again. “Okay.”
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Fandom: AtS season 1/BtVS season 4 [Character only]
Character: Angel/ Tara
Word Count: 3,461
Rating: R/NC-17
Beta: Meg [strangecreature] who owns my soul *G*
Authors Notes: I blame Chlare. She’s to blame even though Angel and the rope training was my idea. It’s still her fault. No arguing that.
“Angel, I’m not so sure about this. I do-”
“Shh.” Angel pressed his finger against her lips, smiling to ease her anxiety; but he knew her well enough to know that nothing would relax her for what he was asking. “You’ve done so well with the training,” his voice was low as he took her hand and lead her to the well worn couch in the corner of the spare office - the one that became her spell room - a warm smile on his lips as he brushed his thumb against the back of her hand.
She gave him a look, cocking her brow and wondering why he was trying to sugar coat everything. “Okay, except for slaying the coffee table.”
“Right, but you were learning then. Just like now, this is just…it’s just another lesson, Tara.”
“It’s summer, isn’t school over for now?” A wry smile tempted the corner of her lips as she tried to find any way to bargain her way out of it. But months of experience taught her that she was fighting a losing battle.
Angel’s hand reached up to touch her face. “It’s for your protection…There are dan-”
Tara could see he was on the verge of a speech - or possibly brooding - at this point and sighed, relenting against everything inside her. “Okay,” she cut him off. It was all too quickly that Tara felt him grab her hands roughly and pin them together, palm to palm, a strong silk rope wrapping tightly around her skin and keeping her hands immobile.
An almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips as she rubbed her wrists against the binds and trying to find a way to pull them free. Angel’s fingers rested under her chin, tipping her face up to meet his eyes. “Remember the lessons, you’ll be okay.” Gently he brushed her cheek before moving to reach down and tie more rope to her ankles and knees.
Carefully Angel tied the last knot, tying the woman of his affection as he would an enemy. He stepped back and looked her over, seeing her hands tied in front of her as well as her legs bound and keeping her immobile - beautifully helpless - and left to do nothing but struggle until she figured out a way to get free.
“H-how…”
“Remember our lessons. You can’t use your teeth either; you’d most likely be gagged.” For a moment he wondered why he didn’t do that as well, they’d been doing all things as if it was actually happening.
The whimper that escaped her throat a second later made him realize exactly why he didn’t.
Angel moved back into the shadows and watched from a distance - a safe one for them both - to see how well she could get out and how quickly. He had faith in her; she had done so well with everything he taught her and this was her last test.
One he was almost as sure as anything he’d fail.
Tara struggled quietly on the couch; her wrists bound so tight her fingers started to tint red; but not enough to hurt her. They both knew how serious of a danger this town was; the fact that she worked at a bar where demons were welcome didn’t help quell his fears. Anti-violence spell or not.
“Angel,” she was almost panting and that helpless sound that came from her lips time and time again did nothing but torment and tempt him into going over to her.
He stayed quiet as she struggled more, the muscles in her body straining to be freed from his well-tied knots. The word that could stop it all was on her lips - their safe word when the lessons got too much for her to handle. She hadn’t said it once in months, now wasn’t when she was going to start.
“Breathe,” she told herself, swallowing hard and leaning back against the couch in an attempt to try and clear her mind.
Angel watched as she closed her eyes, the look of helplessness fading and turning into something of awe. He knew she had it and watched as her lips moved silently, as the energy in the room started to crackle, a faint buzzing sound in his ears that only he could hear.
“Good girl,” he whispered, licking his bottom lip as he saw the tie around her knees become lose enough to fall to the ground. His eyes moved up to her face and for once he was thankful for the luxury of not needing to breathe.
Small beads of sweat fell from her forehead, her hair sticking to her face as she moved it side to side, working on her ankles now. Angel’s eyes watched as a trail of sweat ran down her check, down the curve of her neck to hide its self between her breasts.
“Damn,” the word fell from his lips as he moved over to her, taking his place back on the couch and causing Tara to lose her concentration to look at him. “I’m sorry.” The words didn’t register in her mind until she felt his hand dig into her hair as he pulled her in for a kiss - their first since that night - his tongue daringly slipping past her lips.
Tara’s eyes fluttered closed and a soft moan fell from her lips, her tongue brushing his as her back arched. Another whimper was heard as she tried to pull her wrists free; the ache to touch him becoming almost something living on its own.
Angel pulled back and allowed her to breathe, heavy pants falling from her lips and onto his skin, his hand trailing over her face and hair. She looked down at her hands, motioning for him to free her. “I won’t hurt you,” he replied, ignoring her silent plea as he trailed his hand boldly over her knee.
“Angel…”
“We can stop if…”
“Don’t.” Angel started to pull away when Tara grasped at his shirt with her fingers. “Don’t.”
He could almost swear his heart started to pound as she boldly reached up and kissed him even as her face blushed a deep red, her own mind spinning at the boldness of what was happening. “Want you,” he admitted against her lips, trailing cool kisses down the length of her jaw and down to her neck.
That admission to any other woman would have been a surrender of power; but Tara was never wired that way and it was freeing.
A smile came to his lips as she tilted her neck to him in trust, a low moan coming to her lips when he boldly sucked her sensitive skin against his teeth. The more he paid service to her skin the more she writhed next to him, his hands on her hip and lower back, keeping her bound body tightly to him.
Small tremors went from her head to her toes as Angel slipped one hand down her hip to her thigh, tempting the edge of her knee length skirt and ghosting its way over her bare skin. “Angel, oh god,” she panted, her eyes tightly shut in fear and anxiety of the reality of what they were doing - what she was letting him do - slowly sunk in.
“Not god,” his voice was low, he pulled back to look at her, his eyes trailing over her face until she opened her eyes to him. He was tempted to speak but kept silent out of fear of saying anything that could spoil this before it’s time.
Her lips parted in protest, but the realization that the words she would speak would fall on stubborn ears made her keep quiet and lean up to kiss him instead. There was something about kissing him that was safely dangerous enough to keep her craving more. Craving more of him. Tara knew in the pit of her stomach - and heart - that he’d never hurt her, he was kind; the fact he was a vampire was as much a factor to her as him having dark hair. It was just something that was a part of him; not anything that defined him.
Angel pulled away from her and reached down to her ankles, untying the ropes and letting it fall to the ground. “I’ll stop if…” She silently shook her head, letting his words trail off as he let his fingers linger over the smooth skin of her ankle.
With deliberate slowness, Angel kept his eyes on Tara as he moved his hand up her calf, his fingers ghosting over her warm skin. His eyes twinkled mischievously when he touched the back of her knee, causing a giggle to bubble from her lips. Once again, Angel’s lips were against her skin, gentle kisses against her jaw and on down to her shoulder, her hands still bound between them as she gripped his back button down shirt with her fingers.
Tara’s breathy whimpers encouraged him on and he moved his hand further up her leg, reaching her thigh and finally dipping beneath her skirt. Tara’s eyes fluttered open when her breath hitched in her throat, the sight of herself in the mirror that hung on the wall. She could see her skin dimple from Angel’s kisses, her skirt riding up with the movement of his hand, all without seeing his reflection there. “Ohh…” Her eyes fluttered closed, the erotic sight becoming almost too much, the thought that it was her in the mirror - looking like that - was something she couldn’t seem to grasp.
Angel’s fingers stopped when he felt the thin material of her panties, keeping him from touching her. Slowly, her thighs parted until he pulled away again, watching as she squirmed beneath him, his free hand moving under her shirt to ghost against the silky material of her bra. His eyes searched her face for any signs of doubt but found only trust and want.
He swallowed thickly, his finger trailing the edge of her bra before tugging on the hooks until it fell lose under her shirt. “Angel…” her breath was low, her eyes opening to look at him, never looking away even as he edged his fingers beneath the material. Angel moved in closer, kissing Tara’s lips gently as her body melted and arched to his fingers.
Tara’s eyes opened again when Angel pulled away, his eyes dark as he looked down at her, slipping his hands from beneath her clothes. Without words he moved his hands around her waist, gripping her tightly as he lifted her onto his lap. Nervously, she licked her lips, looking down at him as her thighs rested on either side of his lap.
Angel’s fingers burned from the warmth of her skin, he moved his hands to the front of her shirt, looking at the buttons intently as he undid them; feeling the heat of her gaze as he worked. Tara’s bound hands kept him from pulling her shirt off, but it fell open around her shoulders, exposing her black bra to his eyes.
The blush raced to Tara’s cheeks but she didn’t pull away, his cool hands moved lightly down her collarbone until the already open clasp was pulled even further apart, bundled up with her shirt and hanging loosely over her arms.
A low growl escaped his lips, his hands wrapping around her waist as he brought his face close to her breasts. His lips moving gently over her skin, teasing her until he got the moan he was quietly waiting for. Tara felt his lips move over her breasts, his hand reaching up to wrap his fingers around it gently before his lips closed over her nipple.
Angel could hear Tara’s heartbeat thunder in his ears, picking up pace with each pull of his lips; soft moans escaping her lips when his teeth grazed over her flesh.
Tara threaded her fingers together, gripping her hands tightly as her hips started to gently move against his lap. The rough grip of his hand on her waist made her pause, causing her to look down at him worried she’d done something wrong.
Without a verbal answer, Angel kissed his way up her throat, his lips pressed on the underside of her ear. “I want to watch you,” he whispered as he released the grip on her and trailed it down her side, until he reached the edge of her skirt. Gently he slipped his hand under the material again, running the tips of his fingers lightly over her thigh; causing her to shake over him.
Tightly she closed her eyes, her stomach in knots - both nervous and excited - as his fingers moved over her skin. She buried her face in his neck when his hand moved from her inner thigh to her hip, his fingers gently pulling at the tie on the sides of her panties. “Beautiful.” His words caused her to blush once again, her body shaking with pleasure from his touch.
“Look at me.” His words were quiet and Tara pulled back to look down at him, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders and covering part of her face. Angel’s eyes locked with hers, his hand moved back down to her inner thighs, her panties falling away and leaving her open to him.
Angel brought his other hand up to her face, threading his fingers in her hair and running his thumb over her cheek. With slow movements he brought his face close to hers - never breaking eye contact with her - as he gently pressed his hand against her heat. Tara’s eyes widened as she felt his finger slip partly inside her; she never took her eyes off of his as his hand moved methodically against her.
Soft whimpers escaped Tara’s lips the more Angel’s finger moved inside her, his hand pressed tightly to her. Her hips started to rock slowly against his hand, feeling the friction it caused to her clit.
The more she whimpered the harder Angel found himself struggling to keep control and focus on her. His cock was tight against his pants and the way his hand kept him separated from her warmth was almost torturous for him. It could be so easy just to sink into her, make her writhe with each and every thrust of his hips, the feel of his tongue on her flesh…
“Ohhh…” Tara’s mouth gaped open, her eyes fluttering closed with her hair haloed around her and making her look like a wanton goddess. With fascinated eyes, Angel watched her reactions as he slipped a second finger into her, using slow methodic movements to draw out more moans from her.
He watched quietly, his eyes unable to look away from her as his hand moved from her neck and trailed down her collarbone, to the swell of her breasts. Tara’s heartbeat started to pick up faster the more he touched her; her hands were still tied neatly together at her waist and pressed tightly between the two of them, her fingers grasping at the edge of his shirt as if he’d move away from her or change his mind.
Tara swallowed thickly, her breath coming out in shallow pants as her hips rocked against his hand. His eyes dilated with lust each time she pushed his fingers deeper into her, causing her muscles to tighten around his fingers like a vise grip. Her eyes squeezed shut the moment his fingers moved over her nipple, pinching lightly before she felt him shift under her to replace it with his mouth.
“T-too much…” Tara whispered hotly, her back arching as she impaled herself on his fingers a bit more with each thrust. It wasn’t a plea to stop, it was an admission of pleasure; a feeling she was afraid of at the same moment she was afraid it would stop.
Angel groaned against her flesh, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, dragging his teeth over her sensitive nipple just to elicit another moan from her lips. His palm rubbed against her clit the more her hips rocked to his fingers; they pushed deeply into her. Two of them pressed together and bent just enough to press against the spot inside her that made her muscles tighten even more around his fingers.
The words were never spoken but he knew - she knew he did - that she’d never done anything like this. It made him feel dirty and undeserving to be doing this to her, to be the first person to bring her this pleasure. But the expression on her face and the emotion she poured onto him kept him from pulling away, leaving him only wanting to please her more.
Angel groaned loudly against her breast, feeling her hips speed up against his fingers and causing more friction between them. The back of his hand was pressed down by her hips, pressing firmly against his cock through his pants and bringing him closer to the very edge he was trying to bring her to.
With a bit of movement, Angel managed to shift his hand and press his thumb against her clit. His fingers still moved deeply inside her, the nail of his finger moving gently over her clit, her back arched and pressed more of her breast in his mouth.
Tara’s whimpering got louder; her hips moved harder against his invading fingers and she heard Angel moaning against her breast; only turning her on in a way she never thought. With every arch of her hips she felt his fingers sink deeper into her, his thumb pressing hard against her clit and causing her to tighten even more around his fingers. The feeling of him inside her was almost too much to take and she started to feel a knot form in her stomach.
His mouth pulled away from her breast and his back arched with her, feeling and watching her writhe over him was making it harder for him to hold back. Angel bent down and started kissing her neck again, his tongue running over the shell of her ear as he whispered. “Just let go. Let go for me.”
Those simple words were enough for her to grip onto his shirt even tighter as her hips rocked over him, pressing his hand harder against his cock. The sight of her over him was almost enough for him to lose control, the feel of her muscles tightening around his fingers as she came was enough for him
Angel gripped her hip tightly and used it to thrust her body down to his upward thrusting fingers, wanting to make her scream as she came. Her pussy tightened around him, causing her to cry out as he spread them apart inside her, arching his own hips up while watching her. The sight of her panting and moaning as she came was enough to throw him over the edge himself; he felt his balls tighten as he came. The feel of his sticky come causing his boxers to cling to his skin; that was the last thing on his mind right now when he heard her gasp.
Nervously he licked his lips, hissing when he realized he nicked his tongue on his fang. A swear fell from his lips and he tried to hide himself from her, tempted to move her off of him to give himself distance from her bound, willing body and that scent she had. That scent of sex, sin and innocence that was eating into him.
“Don’t…” he growled, turning his face away from her and slipping his fingers from her warmth, trying to shield her eyes from seeing him like this. Yellow eyes and sharp fangs are something you never want to see from your lover at a moment like this.
Tara’s eyes got wide and she watched his reactions, the look on his face was easy to see. She should know, she wore it all her life. She swallowed hard and looked down at him, unsure what she should do but knowing that pulling away wasn’t what she had planned.
Angel blinked in surprise when he felt her watching him, a hand on his chin to turn him to look at her. “Don’t.” I was a plea; she shouldn’t see him like this. It didn’t phase her.
Boldly Tara ran her fingers over the sharp ridges of his face, keeping eye contact with him at all times. “Hey,” she whispered softly, her heart still pounding as the blood rushed through her body as she came down from her high. “Don’t hide from me, I won’t hide from you. Okay?”
He looked at her curiously; the urge to hide himself from her ebbing away as he brushed her tousled hair away from her face then wrapped his arm around her waist again. “Okay.”