Part 17

The house was unusually quiet as Angelus went in search of Willow. He
enjoyed waking up to a silent house, but found that he missed her
warm presence at his side. It hadn't taken long to become accustomed
to it. It had been almost a week since the night of the picnic and
they had established a routine that he found soothing. Normally they
would wake up at the same time since Willow chose to keep the same
hours as him.

After recovering from the initial discomfort caused by sex, Willow
had shown herself to be an eager partner and anxious to familiarize
herself with what pleased him. In the process, she was learning what
pleased her…as was he. Lovely Willow was a quick study.

It was their habit to make love when they first got up and chitchat
before ordering her breakfast, then he would read the paper while she
ate. Angelus was also finding Willow to be a good teacher. She seemed
to enjoy improving his skills with the computer, which appeared to be
second nature to her. For the most part they had indulged in lazy
days and been content to get to know each other and spend long hours
reading in companionable silence.

The library seemed the most likely place to find her now and that's
where he was headed. Once he reached the doorway and saw that that
was indeed where she was, he paused to watch her. She looked radiant
these days, an active sex life and the clothes he chose for her made
the most of her figure and coloring. Today she was dressed in a
simple navy a-line skirt and pink sleeveless turtleneck sweater. She
wore no shoes, which was the case most of the time he had noticed and
found endearing. Evidently the books they had ordered on-line had
arrived and Willow was absorbed in unloading the box and examining
the new arrivals. It was a treat to observe her take the same joy in
new books as he did.

The telephone rang, startling them both, and Willow's hand
automatically reached for the receiver to answer the call. Angelus
was on her in no time and knocked the phone out of her hand,
inadvertently striking her from her perch on the desk onto the floor.

Shit. Hanging up the offending telephone, not remotely interested in
who the caller was, Angelus went into damage control. Willow was
splayed on the floor looking shocked that he had hit her, and there
was blood on the corner of her mouth. Squatting down in front of her,
Angelus said, "Sweetheart, I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to strike
you like that. You know you're not allowed to answer the telephone.
What were you thinking?" He was chagrined at how he had handled the
situation and wished that he could do it over again. Well, he thought
sarcastically, I could shit in one hand and wish in the other and see
which fills up faster. Damnit, he'd just have to see how it played
out.

Nothing beyond shock was showing yet on Willow's face, and it took
her a moment to respond, "I, I don't know." She cringed, "I mean, I
don't know what I was thinking, it was just habit…I'm sorry. It was
an accident." Clearly, having displeased him made her feel miserable.

Angelus smiled fondly and reached for her hand to help her
up. "You're a good girl, I know it's against your nature to break the
rules." As Willow took his offered hand he wondered if the slight
smell of arousal emanating from her had been there before this
incident or not. Food for thought. He led her to the sofa and sat
down, pulling her close to snuggle next to him. Willow returned his
smile, looking relieved that he wasn`t angry with her, and relaxed
into his body.

They sat there for a few moments, neither of them saying anything,
until Angelus broke the silence, "Did all of the books we ordered
come in that shipment?"

Willow shook her head no and leaned back to look at him, "Nope, one
is back-ordered and one isn't going to be released for a few more
days."

"Hmm. I guess we have enough to keep us entertained in the meantime."
Her attention had wandered and she was doing the fidget that Angelus
had learned meant she had something on her mind. "What is it, Willow?"

Scooting around to face him, Willow leaned into the cushions and put
her legs across his lap. He loved that she felt comfortable enough to
do that, especially after their little incident. Two little frown
lines appeared between her eyes and she said, "I've been thinking."

Angelus chuckled, "As you are known to do a great deal. What's on
your mind?"

Placing her hand on his forearm, she looked at him in earnest as she
replied, "I'm happy. You make me happy." Encouraged by his pleased
look, she continued, "I'd like my life here to be more…normal. I
mean, what is…" Looking flustered, she sighed and continued. "I want
to be with you. That means staying here and living like we do. But I
miss my friends." Observing his frown, she hurried on, "I don't mean
I want to go home and see them. They totally won't get this. Knowing
about us would be bad. Buffy's the Slayer, and…oh, man, I don't even
want to think about what she'd say. I'm thinking I'd like to take
over the e-mail correspondence that you've been sending to them from
me. I'd like to know what's going on with them. I promise, I won't
say anything wrong. You can read it all before I send it."

Angelus looked at her intently. Certainly things were going well and
it was time to step up her freedom. He wasn't quite ready to answer
her question, though. He had to mull over some things first, and he
was more than a little turned on from her apparent excitement from
his loss of temper and control. Lifting an eyebrow, he slid his hand
beneath her skirt and caressed her thigh. "Sweetheart, I'm more than
happy to discuss that with you. But right now I have something else
on my mind and I'm afraid I won't be able to concentrate fully on
your proposal until it's settled."

Willow was responding to the simple action of his hand on her thigh
and her breathing was hitching a bit as her heart rate
increased. "Oh?"

Leaning over to kiss her, he slid his hand between her thighs and ran
his fingers back and forth over the silky soft skin. Between soft,
sweet kisses, he asked, "Was it my imagination or did you get wet
panties when I rebuked you and knocked you off of the desk?" He could
feel the heat of her blush and was amused that instead of answering
immediately, she swallowed convulsively. "Never mind, that's answer
enough," he purred, as he moved his hand so he could rub his knuckles
along the wetness of her panties. He nuzzled his way to her neck and
softly sucked her delicate skin into his mouth, as one finger worked
its way under the elastic and into the hot, wet area that was giving
away Willow's physical urges. She moaned and pressed into his hand in
an effort to get more contact than the light stroking of his finger.
Angelus kissed her deeply and purred with satisfaction when she
hungrily pulled his tongue into her mouth and returned the kiss
passionately. He let her control the kiss and slid the rest of his
hand into her panties, resting the heel against her clitoris, but
letting her do the work…and she did, grinding into it
enthusiastically.

She was so hot right now, he thought he could get her to do just
about anything, and thought it would be a good time to try new
things. Nibbling a path up to her ear, Angelus whispered, "Want to
play a game with me, naughty Willow?"

Breathlessly she replied, "Angelus, please, I need…"

Pulling back slightly so he could look into her eyes, which were
dilated with lust, he said, "Oh baby, I know what you need. Do you
trust me?"

She looked uncertain, but nodded anyway. "Good girl." Angelus removed
his hand from her panties and skirt, receiving a pout and whimper in
response. "Now, get up and stand in front of me." Willow obeyed and
smoothed down her sweater and skirt as she stood looking down at him.
Her expression was expectant and uncomfortable. His scrutiny always
made her nervous and he hoped that his game would also work as an
exercise in fixing that.

Angelus slumped down on the couch and continued his instructions. "I
want you to take your clothes off. Slowly. Look me in the eye the
whole time. While you're doing it I want you to remember that I love
your body. It's beautiful and sexy and makes me want to fuck you
senseless every time I lay eyes on it. Okay?"

He could see and smell that she had mixed feelings about the idea,
but had every intention of following his instructions. Nervously she
glanced at the door.

With a bark of laughter, he said, "And to answer your unasked
question, yes, you may lock the door first. God, you're so adorable."

A relieved Willow sprinted to the door and engaged the lock. She
returned to him more slowly, gathering her nerve. Every fiber of her
being communicated that she was anxious to please. Arriving in front
of him, she took a deep breath and began to lift her sweater, looking
deeply into his eyes. Smiling seductively Angelus said, "That's it,
darling, now as you do that, think of how you feel when I'm doing
something to you that you especially like. Think of the places that
you like to feel my mouth and hands." Her breath was coming quickly
and she looked entranced as her sweater reached her head. Angelus
watched her beautiful hair as it slid through the sweater, and
thought he`d never seen anything more lovely. Once the sweater was
removed and she re-established eye contact, Angelus admired her
creamy skin and how beautifully it contrasted with her pink lace bra.
He stroked his erection through his pants as the discarded sweater
landed on the coffee table and smirked as she strained to reach
around to release the clasp of her bra and still present an alluring
picture. Once it was unhooked, she let the straps slide down her arms
and leaned slightly forward to let the bra drop to the floor.

Angelus moaned in appreciation, "Baby, just looking at you makes me
so hot. Now pinch your nipples, soft or hard, however you like it
best. Let me see what makes your pretty tits happy." It was his turn
to swallow hard when Willow shyly cupped her breasts in her hands and
flicked her nipples with her thumbs. Her forefingers moved to join
her thumbs in pinching her now hardened nipples, and her eyes closed
briefly in enjoyment of the sensation. Angelus was so hard he was
beginning to ache. Still fondling himself, he continued his
instructions huskily, "Let your hands slide across your skin as you
remove your skirt and panties. Feel yourself."

Willow gave her breasts a firm squeeze as her head fell back for a
moment, then slowly let her hands run over ribs and belly before
reaching behind her to unfasten her skirt. The skirt dropped at her
feet and she stared hard at Angelus. Her face expressed desire and
the shyness was barely discernable. "Do you see how hard you make me
Willow? Do like knowing the power watching you get naked has over me?"

"Yes," she whispered so softly that he wouldn't have heard her had he
been human. Her eyes remained trained on him and the fingertips of
one hand circled her belly button as the other ran along the top of
her pink lace panties.

"Don't ever be bashful about showing me your body, baby, it's pink
and white perfection and drives me to distraction."

His words gave her the confidence to finish; she began to push her
panties down her legs, turning around as she did so, so that Angelus
got a marvelous view when she reached her feet. She took her time
removing them from her feet, keeping her legs apart enough to make
sure the view was worthy. With a mischievous look she turned back
around and smiled shyly.

Angelus took her hips and pulled her closer. Sliding his right hand
through her pubic hair, he lightly ran his fingers across her wetness
until she moaned.

Willow was lust addled and to get her attention Angelus removed his
hand, causing her to sigh in disappointment.

He sucked his fingers into his mouth to taste her. "Willow, your
pussy is so wet. You didn't follow orders to the letter, though, do
you think you deserve to be rewarded?"

For a moment she looked confused, then she obviously remembered where
she had gone wrong. "Oh! I, I improvised. Please, don't, I mean, I
was trying to be sexy by turning around and making the view nice for
you…I didn't mean to not maintain eye contact. I'm sorry."

She looked so miserable at her gaffe that he almost felt sorry for
her, but it worked well for the game he was playing. He smiled
compassionately, "That's all right, baby, you can make it up to me."

Willow nodded, "Yes, I'll make it up to you. Tell me what to do.
Please."

God, just her eagerness to please alone was enough to make a vamp
come in his pants. "Okay, Willow, I want you to make us both come,
without any help from me. I get to come first, of course, since I'm
the injured party."

"Okay. But, I don't know what to do. Can you tell me what to do? Is
that allowed?"

"Of course." The smell of her fear of failure was invigorating,
making the whole situation all the sweeter. She wasn't going to have
to work very hard to get him off. "Now, on your knees. Right here in
front of me."

She complied immediately, looking up at him expectantly for the next
command.

"You're going to give me a blow job." He had to hide a smile; the
combination of fear and eager anticipation on her wonderfully
expressive face amused him. "Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do.
First, open my pants and pull them down enough to get to my dick."

Willow was someone who always endeavored to do a job well and Angelus
enjoyed watching her concentrate on the task at hand. Her hands shook
a bit, but she deftly unbuttoned, unzipped and started to pull his
pants down. He lifted his hips to assist. She looked at his cock as
if she had never seen it before; this time he had to chuckle out
loud. At her hurt look, he said, "No, sweet, don't feel bad, you're
doing fine. Now, wrap your hand around the base. That's it. You're
going to suck it into your mouth as far as you can, using the hand to
reach what your mouth can't. With your other hand you'll gently
fondle my balls. Be very careful not to hurt me with your teeth. When
I come, you'll swallow it. You may or may not like the taste and
swallowing, but we won't know until you try. If you don't like it, I
won't come in your mouth in the future. Got it?"

Her eyes were full of trepidation, but she nodded, determination
apparent in the set of her jaw.

"Don't worry, sweet girl, it's easy, you'll see. I've done it
hundreds of times, and it's not hard, just something that you have to
get a feel for." He smiled at her look of astonishment, "Yes, love,
I've given blow jobs, but that's other stories for other times. In
the meantime, relax, it'll make it easier for you, and don't feel
pressured to be perfect the first time. Ready?"

Willow suddenly looked like she didn't know which way was up, but
smiled softly and said, "Yes."

As her head bent over his lap and she took him in her mouth, Angelus
involuntarily sucked in his breath. "Ahhhh, yesss," he hissed. She
was using her tongue for leverage since she was being careful about
not hurting him with her teeth, and it felt so good that he had to
make a major effort not to shoot into her mouth immediately.
He rested his hand on the back of her head to aid in setting the
pace, and his chest rumbled in pleasure as his own head fell
back. "Oh, yeah baby, you're doing so good."

When she started to play with his balls he realized this lesson was
coming to an end; he couldn't hold back. "I'm gonna…ungh…," he
grunted and jerked as he came. He had meant to give her more
warning, but an inexperienced mouth had charms of its own and he
hadn't been as controlled as he would've liked.

Willow's head bobbed along trying to keep up with his movements,
doing her best to catch all of his semen in her mouth. She gagged a
bit as she tried to swallow and suck at the same time. When he was
finished coming, she looked up at him uncertainly, cum smeared at the
side of her mouth.

Lightly touching the side of her face, he sighed contentedly, "That
was amazing, Willow, you did good."

"But, I gagged and…are you sure you're not just saying that?"

Angelus pulled his pants up without fastening them and pulled her
onto his lap. "I'm sure. Most people gag a lot sooner than you did.
You did a great job and it will get easier the more you do it. You'll
see. Different angles make it easier to take more in, too." He kissed
the top of her head, "You're a remarkable little over-achiever, Miss
Rosenberg."

Willow smiled up at him gratefully. Praise went a long way with this
girl. It always surprised and disgusted him that she had had so
little up to this point in her life. It wasn't just him that she
tried to please…it was everyone who crossed her path. How could more
people not have responded to that?

Angelus sat her back towards his knees so he could look at her face
and said with a roguish grin, "Now it's time to get yourself off.
What's your plan?"

Willow looked at him in shock and stuttered, "I…I…I. No plan."

Sighing in mock disappointment, he said, "Tell you what, I'll get you
started, then just sit back and give instructions. Sound good?"

"Um. You'll tell me what to do?"

"Yes."

Willow continued to look anxious and skeptical, "And you're okay with
not…it'll just be me?"

Angelus laughed, "Believe me, darlin', watching you get yourself off
will be satisfying for me. It's a guy thing. Trust me on this."
Pushing her off of his lap gently, he got up and went over to the
liquor cabinet and poured Willow a shot of whiskey. Returning to the
sofa, he handed her the glass, "Drink this, it'll help."

Tentatively, she took the glass from him and peered into it.

"Just knock it back in one gulp. It'll burn going down, but it'll
relax you."

Willow did as he instructed, but coughed and glared as she felt its
affects. "Hhhhhrrrrr, ack!" Fanning herself frantically, she
said, "That's bad!"

"Everybody thinks that the first time. Even I did and I'm an
Irishman. It grows on you." Angelus got on his knees in front of
Willow and put his hands on her thighs, insinuating himself between
them. Massaging gently, he asked, "Better yet? Does it feel nice and
warm in your stomach?"

Willow smiled at him, "Yeah," she paused to take
inventory. "Definitely yeah. I feel kind of nice and mellow."

"Good. Now we can get this show on the road." Angelus increased the
pressure of his massaging on her thighs, pulling them further apart
as he did so, and worked his way up. Once his thumbs made contact
with her delicate folds, he leaned his head in to take a nipple in
his mouth. His thumbs played along the ultra-sensitive skin, but just
enough to tease her mercilessly. Deftly running his tongue around her
nipple until it was as hard as it could get, he switched to the other
one when she moaned in frustration. Willow's body was undulating in
time to his touch. Such a sexually responsive girl, he thought
smugly. His hands moved to her head and pulled it to him, he kissed
her the way he knew she liked, driving her passion on.

She was ready, in Angelus' expert opinion. He pulled away from
her, smirking at her pitiful whimper, and tugged a throw blanket
over, spreading it across the end of the couch. Picking Willow up,
Angelus adjusted the blanket and laid her on it. Her back was on the
arm of the couch and she was reclining. As she looked up at him, eyes
full of unfulfilled desire and curiosity, he moved her left foot to
the back of the couch and sat the right on the floor. Standing back
to check the pose, he decided it was just right. "Such a lovely sight
ya are, lovely Willow. I want you to touch yourself now. Your pussy
is feeling all horny and neglected, so trace it with your fingers.
With the other hand I want you to play with a nipple. And shut your
eyes while you do it. You can make yourself feel good."

Willow was blushing, her heart was pounding and she looked mortified.
Once again she was gathering her nerve and Angelus waited patiently.
She got scared, but she always came around. Being patient wasn't much
of a hardship considering the view he had to entertain him. Taking a
deep breath and letting it out slowly, Willow closed her eyes and did
exactly what he had told her to. She was going about it hesitantly
and Angelus helped her along with some coaching.

Putting his mouth right next to her ear, he said in a seductive
voice, "Sweetheart, nobody can know your body like you do. Squeeze
your breast, tweak your nipple, test out what amount of pressure
feels best." As she did, he continued, "That's it baby, now alternate
between a harsh touch and something feather light to see if that adds
to the effect. While you're doing that, try putting one or more
fingers into your vagina and then try taking them out and rubbing
your clit. Experiment. Know which things or combination of things
feel best." She was listening and following directions still, but she
was getting into it and Angelus was hard again watching her learn
about pleasing herself.

Willow was lightly strumming her fingertips across an erect nipple
and using the heel of her hand to rub her clit which she had
lubricated with her own juices. Her hips were thrusting into her hand
and she was making humming sounds in her throat. Angelus wasn't
surprised that she was so successful her first time masturbating; she
was smart as a whip. She was going to come soon, and as much as he
was loving watching this, there was a device he wanted her to add to
the mix.

Fetching a box out of the desk drawer, he returned to the couch where
Willow's humming was increasing in pitch. He took out a vibrator that
was about the same size as his cock and turned it on. As he pressed
the tip to Willow's fingers, she opened her eyes to see what he was
doing. Angelus handed her the vibrator, "Baby, try this." Willow was
much less inhibited now that she was so turned on and took the
vibrator in both hands to examine. Angelus sat on the coffee table so
he could have a front row seat.

Willow moved her feet so that they were flat on the seat of the sofa
and her knees bent. The _expression on her face was unreadable and her
mouth was open slightly. The look was alluring, but Angelus was used
to reading Willow like a book…this was unusual. Grasping the base of
the vibrator Willow ran the tip lightly across her clit and her hips
jerked in response, "Ohh," she gasped, but didn't take her eyes off
of her task.

Angelus unfastened his pants and took his cock in his hand, roughly
pumping it as he watched Willow discover her body. It was incredibly
erotic watching his innocent lover hover over her pussy with the
vibrator. He moaned out loud when she plunged it in and began a
fairly rapid pace, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. Willow threw
her head back and began to keen as she sped up her tempo with the
vibrator. Her bottom was coming off the couch in her fervor. When she
sounded like she couldn't take anymore, Angelus was surprised to see
her remove the vibrator and press it to her clitoris. She came so
hard she banged her head on the arm of the sofa. As her body was
seized with tremors, Angelus was overcome. He had just intended to
watch and jack off, but he had to have her now.

He took the vibrator, turned it off and laid it on the coffee table.
Without even removing his pants, he climbed between Willow's legs and
took a hold of her knees. Closing his eyes, he remembered Willow
pumping herself with the vibrator, looking so wanton and amazing. As
he emulated her actions with the device, her vaginal walls were
quivering against him still and she ground her pelvis into his.

Angelus opened his eyes and watched her as he fucked her into the
couch. Her eyes were glazed and hungry and both hands were fondling
her breasts, flicking her nipples with her fingernails. He roughly
pressed his thumb to her clit and let his head fall forward as he
came in a rush, his balls tender from the force. He was vaguely aware
that Willow had had an orgasm, too. He had meant for her to come
again before he did, but he was too engulfed in his own response to
the sexual images to think straight. Collapsing on top of her, he
said to her in a voice husky with exhaustion, "Jesus, baby, you never
disappoint."

end part 17