Hey all, here is your treat I
was promising. Again, I’m really sorry
about Check Up and I will get that out ASAP!!
IN the mean time, enjoy this lil ficlet, inspired by Pig Pimping’s
Winkyverse Interludes.....hey, great idea to give the people lil distractions
in between chapters
Title: Check Up- Christmas
Style
Rating: Hehehehe...MERRY
CHRISTMAS!!!!!
Pairings: B/S....yea freakin
right... where am I posting this??? Duh, B/A!!!!!!!!!
Summery: Its Christmas....our
fav couple are spending their first Christmas together...of course!!!
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It
was such a nice gesture, really it was.
He had made breakfast and freshly squeezed orange juice and it all
looked really nice. He had the flowers
and the newspaper and even all the condiments set out for my use. For some reason when I walked in, wearing
his black silk shirt, hair tasseled and in my opinion, looking like a cat had
slept on my head his eyes got this very lustful gloss in them. My sexy Angel, standing there with his
chest-icals showing, flipping pancakes, butt looking tight and firm, I couldn’t
resist grabbing it.
Mistake
numero uno!
So
now here I sit, possibly receiving the best head I’ve ever gotten in my entire
life, eggs mangled with my blond hair.
“When
you cooked breaky, baby...oooh, I didn’t think this...shit.....was what you had
in mi.mi..mind! Yes Angel, right
there. Don’t stop baby.” I shout, wrapping my hands in his brown
hair, holding him to me just where I want him.
His thumbs part me and he latches his mouth onto my dripping center and
my back arches off the table sharply.
Shit, my back is going to be screwed tomorrow. Oh well, small price to pay for this pleasure.
“Would
you prefer that I enjoy the eggs to this?”
He smirked, lifting his mouth from my center causing me to flip to straight
attitude mode because he always does shit like this to me right when the
sensations visit my toes and fingers, letting me know that it won’t be much
longer now.
“I
could give a flying donkey fuck about the eggs. Eat me out before I break your legs.” I growl.
“Yes,
Mam.” he laughs before diving in and all thought flees my mind as pleasure
takes over and I can’t think straight.
It’s
quite a story how I got to this particular point. Angel scheduled my check up appointment for, get this, Christmas Eve
and with my lip stuck out, I went. So
yea, here’s how the story goes....
Getting
out of her Chevy Tahoe, Buffy, slammed the door and huffed into the
office. How dare he make her come to
the office for this appointment.
Granted she could have rescheduled but, Hello!, this was her hunk of
Angel she was talking about and chances were that he had something juicy up his
sleeve.
Smoothing
her dress down and throwing her hair over her shoulder, she stomped up to the
building, swinging the door open.
“What
the? Where is everyone?” She asked, taking in the dim lights and
empty reception desks. Taking a few minutes to survey her surroundings in utter
shock, her thoughts shifted into one of knowing.
“Someone
has naughty things up their sleeve.”
She murmured, turning to look around the deserted office. Just then, Angel’s figure appeared in the
walkway. Gone was the medic uniform. He
looked like he has poured himself into the black leather pants he wore and the
red silk shirt was unbuttoned three from the top, showing an impressive flash
of flesh. She gulped, and then raised a
brow.
“Doctor,
this is all very flattering but, just a little unprofessional, don’t you
think?” She smirked, taking the
necessary steps towards him to close the gap separating them.
He
looked at her through hooded eyes.
“Ms.
Summers, if you think this is unprofessional, wait till you see what I have
planned for tonight.” He smirked, kissing her feather softly on the lips, not
letting her have anymore than a barely there peck. Whining she tried to force his lips harder on hers, only to be
denied when he stepped away from her fully.
“So,
right this way Ms. Summers so that I may begin your most thorough examination.”
She
flushed at his blatant sexual innuendo.
“Of
course Doctor.” She played along.
Once
they arrived in his office, he immediately closed the door, locking it.
“Now,
Miss Summers, if you would do so kindly as to strip, very slowly, that would be
great.” He ordered huskily, sitting in
his seat to enjoy the show. She looked up
at him through her lashes, smirking at him shyly.
“Yes,
Doctor.” She half moaned, half
whispered, shrugging out of her leather coat.
Sliding it slowly down her shoulders and off, she tossed it in the
corner of the room and smiled at him.
Walking over to stand before him, she left no space between his body and hers. Turning, she made sure her
ass was in perfect view before wiggling it suggestively. Bending over, she sat wantonly in his lap,
making sure she trapped his erection between them.
“Doctor?” She asked innocently, “Can you please unzip
me”
Very
gently, she began squirming in his lap, beginning a nice rhythmic circular
motion. He hissed at her behavior.
Geez! He would be a whipped pussy by the end of
tonight, being dragged around by the tip of his cock if she continued this
behavior. Reaching expert hands up to the zipper, he pulled it down slowly,
showing new flashes of tan flesh as he went.
Making
sure to stand giving him a nice bit of ass, she turned her head over his
shoulder to see him grab and squeeze the mounds.
“Thank
you, doctor.” She smiled, yelping a bit
when he brought his hand down over her behind, slapping the firm globes. Walking back a few steps, she brought the
dress down her body, making sure her hands touched her breast especially. As more of her body came to view, he saw
that she had dressed herself for him.
This time: red lace strapless bra and matching thong. He got hard just thinking about the hidden
secrets beneath. Shaking his head of
what was to come later, he focused on her and what she was doing. She brought her hands over her hips and
shimmied out of the dress, kicking the dress off of her heal clad feet. She brought her hands around to her back,
fingers searching for the hook, before Angel stopped her.
“Come
here, baby. Lemme help you with that.” He offered, sitting up in his chair to
welcome her body. “Turn around.”
He
brought his hands up to her back and massaged the tight skin there. She was so fucking gorgeous; he was having a
tough time controlling himself. He
raised his hands up to her back and unsnapped the bra, kissing a path up her
spinal cord.
“Do
you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
He asked against her skin, snaking his tongue out to taste her
skin. She smiled.
“You
make me feel beautiful.” she replied.
He groaned.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, all the
things I want to be just because I want to be that much better for you?” He asked, bringing the bra down from her
breast and dropping it to the floor without turning her body. He slid his hands
up the front of her body, grabbing her plump breast, massaging them as he
worshipped her back. She moaned,
dropping her head back at his motions.
“I love you Angel.”
She declared, the words falling from her lips, eyes closed, absorbing the
pleasures he was giving. Every time he
touched her, no matter if they were laying in front of a blazing fire, silently
worshipping one another’s bodies or if they were rutting against Angel’s office
door like to horny teenagers, he always touched her like she was
beautiful. She had been a virgin when
they began this intimate part of their relationship but she knew that what they
had was rare. She was lucky. She hoped that he wouldn’t mind being her
only.
Her thoughts were broken when he moved his hands from
her breast to her thong, slowly sliding the material down her legs to fall to
her feet.
“I’m going to worship you.” He responded to her
declaration, squeezing the tight haunches of her ass once more before standing
up.
“Now, Ms Summers, the next part of this examination is
the tricky part. I need you to crawl
onto that table over there, put your feet in the stirrups and spread your
pretty little legs as far apart as possible.
Can you do that for me baby?” He
asked, nipping at her lips and moving to her jaws.
“What’s in it for me Doctor?” She asked, eyes sliding
shut at his velvet smooth voice.
Dropping his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, “I will make it worth
your while, Miss Summers.”
Smiling like a kid in a candy store, she hopped onto the
table, while he took each of her feet in his hands, kissed them and placed them
in the stirrups, without fastening.
This was about pleasure; bondage would be saved for
another day.
Satisfied with her position, he watched as she flexed
her body, arching her back as she spread her delicious thighs apart. He sucked
in a breath at the site. It never
ceased to amaze him how beautiful she was, inside and out.
Sitting back in his seat, he rolled his chair so that
he was sitting between her parted thighs.
“Is this far enough, Doctor?” She asked innocently,
rolling her hips on the table.
“Perfect.” He replied, caressing the inside of both
thighs with his hands.
“Now Miss Summers, I’m going to eat your sweet little
pussy and you have to do something for me.” He began.
“What’s that Doctor?”
”No coming, unless I say so. Got
that?” He asked.
“Umm…Ang..Doctor.
Yes Doctor.” She promised.
“Okay, Miss Summers, if you come without permission,
you will be punished.” He finished and
without waiting for a reply, he delved in.
Sweet Jesus!
She was like ripe strawberries every time, sweet, succulent and juicy.
She fisted her hands in his hair, lightly scraping his
scalp as he licked her melting insides.
And melting she was.
She was so wet, Angel was having a hard time slurping
her up. He opted to inserting two
fingers into her weeping core, groaning at the way she contracted around him,
tight and firm. He began a slow rhythm
of plunging in and out of her, soaking in all the moans and gasps she was
making. All her whines were going right
to his swelling cock and he didn’t know how long this exam would last at this
rate.
“Angel, oh gawd, I need you….” She broke off as he
latched on to her clit, sucking and letting go when he could feel her
contracting around his deft fingers. He knew how to drive her over the edge and
he was having damn fun doing it.
Taking pity on her, he removes his fingers, licking
them as fiery eyes met his.
“Remember, no cumming without permission, you agreed.”
He reminded. Scowling, she sank back on
the table, silently hoping he’d take pity on her and fuck her into the table.
TBC!!!!!!!!