Part 28

“Godamnit Willow! *You’re* the one who insisted that we wait until we got to our bedroom,” Angelus snarled impatiently. If he’d had any brains, he thought, he would’ve just parked the car in the driveway right by the front door, hauled Willow’s horny ass over his shoulder, and headed straight to their bedroom. But nooooo.

During most of the ride home from the restaurant Willow had been quiet and subdued, no doubt trying to sort through everything he’d told her tonight. He hadn’t been surprised by her preoccupied state of mind, it was to be expected. After all, the information he’d imparted and its ramifications were considerable and life changing. Drawing conclusions and coming to terms with them could take awhile—even for someone with a mind as quick as hers. Then, inexplicably, a mile or so before they’d reached the house she’d become *very* affectionate. By the time he’d pulled into the garage, her groping, wandering hands and teasing lips had them both worked into advanced states of arousal.

She’d steadfastly refused to let him fuck her in the car, and when he’d gone around and opened her door for her, she’d popped out and was all over him immediately. Now, here he was, struggling unsuccessfully with the doorknob while she had her legs wrapped around his waist, fingers tangled in his hair, and her tongue and teeth doing the most delicious things to his ear. She was a woman on a mission of seduction and if she’d heard his words, she gave no sign of it. Evidently, she considered overcoming obstacles his department. And, apparently, fondling, nipping, kissing, and licking every part of him she could conceivably reach was hers.

“That’s it! I can’t manage a lusty, wriggling, unwieldy wench wrapped around me *and* the damned door.” He gave up on the doorknob and slid his hands beneath her gown, squeezing her ass. Very nice: no panties. He moaned at the feel of her sweet, firm bottom and her moist heat pressed against his aching erection. He leaned his head back and demandingly captured her lips with his, surrendering to the overwhelming feelings of desire Willow’s sexual assault had provoked.

She grasped his head, her lips moving fervently against his, and moaned helplessly. Tightening her legs, she thrust into his cock, eliciting a hungry growl from him. Breathlessly, she ended the kiss and gasped pleadingly, “Angelus, bedroom. Mmm, hurry!”

“Ohhh no. Baby, you *asked* for this,” he said in a guttural tone. Angelus peeked over her shoulder and saw a clear spot on the workbench. The blood in his dick was pulsing and demanding relief. Now. He staggered over, sat her on the workbench, and began unfastening his pants.

“Willow, honey, pull your dress up around your waist,” he said urgently.

“But, but, but…not *here*!” she protested, sounding scandalized.

“Yes, *here*,” he replied sternly. “You started this, not me.”

She looked at him with big eyes and didn’t budge even though the scent of her arousal was off the charts.

Screw her stubborn sense of propriety; I’ll see to it that it doesn’t outweigh her lust for long, he thought arrogantly. “Fine!” He did it himself. Letting his pants fall to his ankles, he quickly and efficiently maneuvered the gown out of his way, parted her legs, and entered her with a satisfied groan of relief. “Ohh, yeah, baby. Nmmm.” She felt SO. FUCKING. GOOD. He’d thought he’d *never* get into her hot, wet cunt; she’d been driving him crazy. Roughly kneading her ass, he pumped into her furiously, burying his face in her sweet smelling neck.

Willow promptly forgot that she had been resisting and held his shoulders, throwing her head back and keening. “Oh, that’s so good. God! Harder…harder…yeah...ohhhh!”

“I can’t…I can’t…” Angelus ground out thickly. Roaring as he came, he continued to thrust as his balls contracted, expelling his ejaculation. When it had run its course, his forehead fell to her shoulder and he purred contentedly.

Willow was pushing her heels into his ass, trying to force his softening cock deeper, mewling and trying to gain her share of satisfaction.

He turned his head, his amused voice muffled by her neck, “Sometimes that’s what happens when you work a guy up that much and then try to make him wait for the payoff, you enticing little nymph.”

A panting Willow just grunted in frustration, digging her heels in more, now trying to gain pressure and friction as a substitute for hard cock.

“Don’t worry, me darlin’,” he said with a chuckle, lifting his head, “I’ll get you off soon enough.” He reached around behind himself, grabbed her ankles, and tried to loosen her grip.

Willow whiningly objected, “But, you said you’d….”

With a sexy grin full of promise, he replied, “When have I ever gotten my rocks off and left your pretty little pussy wanting, my dove? Now be a good girl and let go.”

She released him with a pout and he pulled out of her, receiving a whimper of dejection.

Angelus pulled up his slacks and refastened them, then sank to his knees between her legs. He put her knees over his shoulders and stroked them, then kissed and nibbled a path up her inner thigh. He smiled at her sighs of pleasure. “See, baby? I always take care of you.” When he’d nearly worked his way to her core, he slid two fingers into her and she cried out his name, thrusting into his hand. He worked his fingers expertly, and her already agitated vaginal muscles began to contract in earnest. This wasn’t going to take long, he thought smugly. His face shifted and he sank his fangs into the tender flesh of her upper inner thigh. As her blood flowed into his mouth, he began to massage her clitoris vigorously with his thumb. She screamed and writhed as she found her release. His fingers continued to work, helping her make the most of her long awaited orgasm.

Willow’s delirious little murmurings and hums of afterglow contentment made him smile as he lapped at the bite wound and her sensitive folds. She always tasted especially good right after she came, he thought rapturously, as he purred into her softness.

She leaned back, resting her head against the wall and lazily ran her fingers through his hair. “Mmm. That was good,” she said in a dreamy voice. “I can’t believe we just did it in the garage,” she added, her blissful tone tinged with chagrin.

Angelus wasn’t quite ready to quit his attentions. He loved being enveloped in her scents, silky thighs, and tasty, luscious cunt. And Willow certainly wasn’t complaining. “Remember that the next time you lay siege to me like that. If you don’t choose a place you’re willing to put out in, I can’t be held responsible,” he murmured against her. “I’m a deviant; pretty much, I’ll fuck you anywhere, anytime. My resisting your sexual overtures is highly unlikely.” He followed up his lecture by stiffening his tongue and thrusting it into her as far as he could, and then swirling it tantalizingly for maximum effect.

“Angelus!” she cried out hoarsely.

He responded by sliding it in and out forcefully several times for good measure. She deserved some tormenting for being such a tempting, yet resistant, little cock-tease earlier. His big finish was to remove his tongue and suck her distended clit into his mouth hard, manipulating it briskly. Her pelvis jerked in response and her grip on his hair tightened painfully. Satisfied with her unintelligible, but pleading noises, he tugged his head free of her grasping fingers.

With a devilish gleam in his eye, he rested his head on her thigh and looked up at her. “It sucks getting left high and dry when you’ve been teased mercilessly, doesn’t it, baby?”

Willow gave him a dirty look, but widened her knees further, hoping to tempt him.

Angelus sat back on his heels and chuckled wickedly. “Forget it, sweetheart. It’s time to move this party to our bedroom. I wouldn’t want to further offend your delicate sensibilities, after all. They’ve been tested enough for one day, I think.”

Willow nodded in reluctant agreement, completely oblivious to his sarcasm. “Yeah, there’s not a lot of dignity in making out in the garage.” She did her best to readjust her gown and assume a more ladylike position.

“Ho!” he responded with a bark of laughter. “Is that what we were doing, darlin’? ‘Making out’?”

“Yes,” she answered in a tone of genteel indignation. “And stuff.”

“Golly gee, Willow,” Angelus said with an earnest expression and a hopeful tone, “since we ‘make out and stuff’--and do ‘it’ in the garage--does that mean we’re going steady?”

She wrinkled her nose and tried not to smile at his performance. “Sure, make fun. I was just trying to get a little affection.” Her voice sounded much more like ‘pre-abduction’ Willow than usual. “I can’t help it if I’m not as, as, rude, crude, and direct as you are.”

Angelus raised an amused eyebrow at her and stood to kiss the tip of her nose. “Believe it or not, my sweet, I’m not anxious for your vocabulary to catch up with your experience. Your mode of expression is refreshing and enchanting just the way it is. You’re good for an old, jaded, degenerate vulgarian like me.”

Willow looked skeptical but, nonetheless, appeased.

Angelus lifted her off of her perch and while she straightened herself, he asked, “So, what got into you? It was certainly erotic getting besieged so suddenly by your amorous attentions, but out of character for you.”

Willow didn’t answer immediately, but turned around instead and asked, “Is my butt dusty?”

“No. The bench was spotless, you’re clean.” He stroked her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, “It is lovely, though.”

She blushed, and turned back around, then gave him a shy smile of thanks and answered his earlier question. “I was tired, earlier in the car, of thinking about everything you told me. It was just too much to take in at one sitting.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against his chest, sighing when he hugged her close. “I just wanted to drown in all of the physical things you make me feel, and distance myself from that...complicated mental stuff for awhile.”

He stroked her back. “I suspected as much.” Pulling away, he raised her chin with his fingers. “How about we head into the house and I spend the rest of the night distracting the hell out of you? If I apply myself, I might even make you forget your own name.” He was pleased that his words and sultry tone sent a shiver down her spine and he bent to give her a kiss that lent credence to his words.

When she was properly weak kneed he ended the kiss and took her hand, leading her toward the door. She followed docilely, still dazed.

The doorknob was still a challenge, but it turned. “Darling, remind me to tell James that this door needs looking at.”

“Okay.” Suddenly she stopped short. “Wait a minute. Look at me a sec, am I, you know, presentable?”

He turned around and gave her a once over. “Worried that the staff will know what we’ve been up to?”

She nodded self-consciously.

He chuckled and tugged a dangling lock of her hair. “You don’t look ravished at all. The only evidence to speak of is your hair. ‘Mussed’ suits the style, though, so it looks artfully intentional. Your make-up is mostly gone, but that looks natural.”

“Good,” she said with a satisfied smile, and suddenly Angelus found himself the one being led by the hand. “Hurry.”

“I’m enjoying the hell out of this ‘bossy, take-charge Willow’,” Angelus said, laughing with approval. “Think we can keep her?”

She turned around and gave him a mischievous glance that captivated him and he swept her into his arms, nuzzling her neck.

Willow giggled and feigned protest as he opened the front door and carried her over the threshold.

“Does this make you feel like a new bride, dearest?”

Before she could respond they were both distracted by a gasp of delight and in unison turned their heads toward its source.

A melodic voice rang out enthusiastically, “Welcome home, my darlings! I’ve been waiting for you for ages. Centuries, actually. How splendidly appropriate that I should first encounter you two together as you’re coming over the threshold like conventional newlyweds. What a lovely picture you make: a vampire, a witch…and not a curse in sight.”

Angelus quickly recovered from his start of surprise. “Hello, Genevieve.”

End Part 28