tft2

The early morning light awakened Nick out of his sleep. He groggily lifted his head and took a sleepy~eyed look around. Tangled in his blanket, he fidgeted gently, trying not to awaken Angel. Disengaging his arms from around her, he grunted softly as he raised himself off the floor. He wrapped her blanket back around her bare shoulders and stepped outta their make shift bed. The fire was long since dead, and the early morning light brought out the calls of birds welcoming the day. Nick tiptoed to the French doors and closed them, leaving the room in silence. Grabbing his towel, he made his way to the bathroom leaving Angel fast asleep cuddled up in his blanket. After taking a quick shower, Nick popped his head back in the bedroom, finding her still dead to the world, he grinned widely. "Wore her out somin' fierce", he thought; highly impressed with himself. He clicked the door shut and trotted down the steps only to be bombarded with yelps and sloppy kisses from his adoring four~legged friends.

Angel faintly heard some barking in the distance making her aware of her surroundings. She shivered as the air conditioner vent by her feet kicked on and she pulled her blanket tighter around her. Giving herself time to wake up fully, she replayed the events of the night and felt a warmth surge through her. Smiling, she wondered where he went to, she could use a little warming up from the inside out. Taking a deep breath and stretching, Angel got up and began putting their room back together. Blankets and pillows put away, bed made up, she headed for the bathroom and took a hot shower. Wrapping herself in Nick's comfy green bathrobe, she made her way downstairs.

The smell of toast and eggs was a welcome sign that Nick was busy in the kitchen. As she entered, he looked up from the stove and smiled from behind the island in the middle of the room. "Have a seat, I'm almost done." Angel sat herself upon a stool in front of him and watched him stir up the eggs sizzling in the pan. She noticed he had on an apron. Odd, since he never wore it before. She assumed he wanted to protect his bare chest from hot grease from the griddle spitting up at him. She reached for a slice of toast and began munching. "Want some O.J.?" he asked. Not waiting for a reply, he turned his back on her and strode over to the fridge. It was then she realized why the apron. Now completely visible to her, he bent over in the fridge to grab the juice. She laughed out loud at his latest antic. Completely naked, except for the apron, his ass clearly there for her visual enjoyment. He gathered a glass and the juice and made his way back to the counter. Pouring, he glanced at her and in all seriousness, "WHAT???" Angel shook her head while laughing.... "I take it your serving SAUSAGE with this meal, too???!!?" she inquired, cracking herself up. Grinning, he loaded up two plates and sat hers in front of her. "Eat." He ordered and took a seat next to her on the other wicker stool. "Thank you for last night, Nicky.....it was perfect. I couldn't have asked for more." Angel said softly, kissing the side of his face sweetly, and returning to her eggs. "My pleasure.......", and thinking for a moment, "Out of all the fantasies you could think of, you chose something that we did together over a year ago......I was thinkin' 'bout that this morning.....It made me realize some stuff." Obviously, he did not want to get into the subject too deeply, so Angel let it go, and replied sweetly, "Nick, that night was the first night we made love. It was the most special night to me. From the fire, to the moon, to the floor, to the scent in the room....you made it a wonderful event in my life, that's why I wanted to revisit. I will always cherish that night and it will remain as one of my favorite times spent with you....." He turned his head to hers, looking deeply into her eyes. "I love you and I want to make you happy." He said simply, and gave her a quick kiss on her lips and returned to his last slice of toast. Sometimes his short statements can be so kidlike, but when backed with a look like that, he makes more sense to her than anyone.

Finishing his toast, Nick gathered his glass and plate and attempted to get up. "OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!" Angel, startled at his outcry for no apparent reason, quickly realized the problem. Nick stood in front of his stool, eyes tightly closed, wincing in pain, unable to move just yet. The stinging on his butt from having to peel it off the wicker made him take a sharp breath. Angel tried to stifle a laugh as he recovered slightly and walked away to the sink. Not being able to hold it in, she busted up. On his rather large backside, was a perfect circle of imprinted lines. He turned around, still in discomfort, and looked for the cause of Angel's humor. In between giggles, she pointed as his butt. He tried to look, and ended up spinning himself in a circle. Laughing loudly now, Angel covered her mouth in an attempt to not anger him. Nick finally reached around and felt the indentations on his fleshy, left cheek. His face contorted in a mixture of anger, and annoyance. He rubbed his cheeks with both hands now and looked at Angel for sympathy. She got up from her stool and rushed over to him, smiling. "Awwww....Poor Nicky...." she said, and wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands joining his on his ass trying to get the feeling back in his cheeks. Feeling better, just from her sympathy, Nick took advantage of her nearness. Angel continued her task with a now determined look. It was then she felt the belt on her robe being tugged apart, and becoming undone, it fell to the sides opening up the front. Nick had his own project going, his ass long since forgotten. He kissed her neck softly, and with both hands, pushed the green fabric open farther. She stopped what she was doing and took a small step back from him, straightening up. His face was serious now, she noted, staring up into his eyes, his never leaving hers. With the fingers on both hands, Nick traced her hardening buds softly. Angel leaned forward slightly and breathed out a low groan. "I just took a shower." She said quietly, not really trying to put up a fight. "So we'll take another." He whispered, rubbing a little harder causing her to close her eyes and rest her head on his chest. Opening them into slits, she gazed down at the red and white striped apron, now looking like the top of a circus tent. Nick continued thumbing her nipples til she felt a little weak in the knees. She inhaled deeply, a faint scent of Dial soap radiating from his skin. When she raised her eyes back to his, he noted they were glassy and dreamy. He backed her up to the opposite counter and lifted her onto it. Angel slid her ass onto the cool surface and waited as Nick untied the apron from around his neck and waist. Discarding it to the floor, his attention returning back to her nipples. Her head leaned back as he gently suckled on one, his hands spreading her legs. He stood up straight, and holding his cock in one hand, slid himself into her. They both grunted in unison. Angel sat up as best she could, bracing her hands on the counter below her. Nick's eyes were closed, the sunlight from the window shining on his skin brightly. His hands rested on either side of her hips, pulling her closer with every thrust. She loved the noises he made when he fucked her. As he would get nearer to his climax, his moans and groans, would turn to breathy grunting and louder moans. She watched him intently, feeling every inch of him inside her. She wrapped her arm around his neck and peered downward. Her eyes widened in lust at the sight of them. Nick opened his eyes and joined hers. They both watched Nick's cock being buried into her over and over, reappearing covered in her juices and slamming back in for more. They both moaned loudly, as he fucked her harder. Angel felt his legs muscles tighten and his grip on her hips becoming slightly painful. He clamped his eyes shut, opened his mouth and yelled out his pleasure as he hit his peak. She tightened around his cock and let her insides release their liquid as he thrust in her a few more times. Panting and out of breath, Nick leaned heavily onto her, Angel resting her head on his shoulder. "Good Morning." he breathed out, kissing her nose.

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After cleaning themselves back up, Angel gave Nick his bathrobe back and found her own. Now late in the afternoon, they spent the time on the large, overstuffed, beige couch, snuggled together. Angel lay atop Nick, her cheek resting on his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. Covered in a light blanket, they stayed there, watching movies, snacking on junk food and dozing off here and there. During one of Nick's short naps, Angel stared at him for a time. Watching his chest rise and fall and wondering what he was dreaming about. He was truly beautiful. Sometimes she still can't believe that she owns his heart. He seemed too wonderful for words, too handsome for anyone. True, she thought to herself, he can be incredibly annoying when he whines, and totally childish when he doesn't get what he wants. Staring at him now though, it's hard to imagine this sleeping angel would be any of that. He was the one gift her mother brought to her that will grow and last a lifetime. And it's times like these, rare ones as of late, when he gives all of himself and shows the man that he is inside. He breathed in deeply in his sleep, and Angel gently kissed his lips and dozed off listening to the pounding of his heart.

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Nick awoke with a start, the TV blaring some old Godzilla movie. Angel jerked in his arms at his sudden movement, waking her. The sun had set long ago, the TV the only light in the room. He grabbed the remote and flipped some channels. Landing on the HOT Cable Channel, he stopped at the sight. A couple goin' at it on a staircase. The actors moaned abnormally loud, overly into it.....Pornos....why do they bother acting? Nick and Angel watched silently from their spots on the couch. Angel, bored with it already, ran a finger lightly over Nick's nipple, left exposed from his bathrobe. He was watching the TV intently, and she could feel his interest on her thigh.

"Wanna go upstairs?" she asked nonchalantly, already knowing the answer. Grabbing her, along with the blanket, he rushed her up the steps, Angel giggling all the way. He gently shoved her onto the bed and began with his intentions. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked in between kisses. He lifted his head with a questioning look, then realization quickly set in. He smiled at her and got up off her. "Whoops!! Sorry, got a little sidetracked." He said over his shoulder as he got the papers out of the dresser drawer. Coming back to her, and sitting on the bed, he shuffled a bit then spread them in front of her. "K. Five left. What's it gonna be tonight?" Angel pulled one out from the bottom of his pile, quickly reading her own writing. "HAHA!!! I WIN AGAIN!!!!!" She handed him the sheet, and as he read, she watched his face turn a dark shade of pink. "Oh my God....." he whispered, rolling his eyes. "I can't believe you want me to do this?!?!" he exclaimed, half laughing, and half hoping that'll get him outta this. Angel grabbed the paper, "THIS is what I want. I WANT to see!!!" she was laughing now, too. He did promise anything she wants. Sighing loudly, knowing he wasn't gonna get out of it, he relented. "OK.....but I'm not gonna enjoy it." He pouted. "Oh STOP IT!!!! You've enjoyed it hundreds of times!!!!" "Yeah but not with an AUDIENCE!!!" he whined. She laughed at his babyish about it all, and grabbed his hand leading him off the bed. "I'll make it easier on you. Let's go take a shower, you can do it where you always have before." Laughing and dragging him behind her, she knew she got him good this time. Once inside the large bathroom, Angel shut the door and faced him. He stood there with his bottom lip protruding in his ultimate pout. "Not gonna work, Nicky." She went about her business, leaving him standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. She turned on the small stereo in the corner of the room, finding some soft music. Satisfied, she then turned the knob on the lightswitch lower so the light wasn't so bright. She could at least do that for him. And finally, she entered the custom made shower.

Nick had it installed right before he moved in. And it was always a pleasurable spot for them both. It was three times the size of a normal stall. The dark green marble was flecked with raspberry colors, matching the theme in the bathroom. It was equipped with jets that shot water outta the wall on all three sides, plus four overhead sprayers. But her favorite thing was what kept her in there for at least 20 minutes every morning. At each end of the stall were deep ledges to sit on. Made of the same marble, and high up off the floor, Angel would just sit in there, with all the jets pointed at her. She loved that damn shower. She lifted the levers and tested the water for heat. Satisfied with the temperature, she turned on the jets and stepped back out. Nick was still standing there, watching her prepare and still pouting.

"Come here ya big baby." She took hold of his hands, and led him to the stall. He stood, uninterested in the whole affair. Rolling her eyes at his stubbornness, she took hold of his robe's tie. Undoing it, she exposed him and slid the thick fabric off his broad shoulders leaving him bare as it fell to the floor. "Now THAT'S a sight!!" she said raising her eyebrows at his nakedness. He tried to suppress the smile creeping onto his face, but not in time. "I see that Nick....Now get that fine ass of yours in here, you got work to do!" Nick rolled his eyed again, smiling now at her interest in this. Angel undid her own bathrobe, throwing it with Nicks. Grabbing his hand gently, she led him into the stall. Not knowing how to react first, Nick stood there waiting for a push. Angel knew he was nervous and maybe a bit ashamed, so she tried to make him comfortable. Reaching for the coconut shampoo, she handed it to him. He quickly, (and grateful for the slight reprieve) grabbed it and poured a good amount into his hand. Angel backed them up onto a ledge, where Nick found a seat. He scooted back into the deep ledge and spread his legs. She hoisted herself up, and relaxed, placing her hands on Nick's thighs and waited. Nick rubbed the shampoo into her long hair starting at the top. She chuckled to herself at the slow rate he was going. Anything to avoid his end of the deal. She let him. She was getting a good washing. Finished, Nick grabbed one of the removable jets at his side and rinsed Angel's hair thoughoughly. She handed him her body wash and her sponge. He poured some onto it and began his trek. Starting with her back, he slowly ran the rough sponge over her skin. Soap suds ran down her body mixed with the warm water causing her to sigh in her relaxation. She leaned back into his chest giving him access to her front. 'Maybe this'll get him going', she thought to herself. Sure enough, Nick peered down at her breasts. Tossing the sponge aside, he poured some liquid into his hand, rubbed them together and smoothed them down her sides, her stomach, and back up to her breasts. The slippery soap felt wonderful as Nick's hands gently glided over her nipples leaving them covered in suds. He stopped to pour some more liquid and continued his cleansing. Angel leaned her head to the side of his face, Nick licked the water from her neck and reached downward. His hand slid effortlessly between her parted legs. She leaned forward a bit as his fingers grazed her. He slowly soaped up her area, letting his long fingers lead him to the deep recesses all in the name of cleanliness. Angel closed her eyes and let him take his time, even if she knew exactly why that was tonight. With one hand scrubbing her insides, his other was rested on her still soapy breast. He traced her nipple several times, Angel moaning her approval. She could feel Nick's cock pressing into her lower back. She smiled knowing his time was almost up. Nick took hold of the jet again and went to work rinsing. Starting at her breasts, he held it close to her skin. The water pounded into her skin, clearing all soap in it's path. He worked it down to her belly and finally where most of the suds had congregated. Angel spread her legs wider, resting one on either side of Nick's thigh. He angled the sprayer above her, letting the suds roll off, then pressing it into her. She gasped in delight at the strange feeling. Nick kept the jet moving, Angel closed her eyes and enjoyed the treatment. When he was done, Nick hung the jet back up and placed his hands on her hips. Knowing what he was thinking, Angel quickly slid off the ledge and faced him. "No way, Nicky.....You can't seduce me like that this time." She smiled sweetly and took his face into her hands. She licked the droplets of water from his face and kissed him passionately. While her tongue played with his, she reached down with both hands and gently pulled on his thick cock. He gasped into her mouth but did not pull away. Angel felt him harden in her grasp and she slid her hand up and down his shaft a few times. Satisfied she had sufficiently got him started, she took hold of his hands and placed them on himself. Leaning back, she looked into his eyes. He WAS nervous. She kept her hands on top of his and slowly began moving with his. "Do it Nick....." She whispered huskily and stepped away. Never leaving her eyes, he watched her back away. Angel got up onto the opposite ledge, and scooted back up against the wall. She raised her knees up by her chest, and spread her feet giving him a view to remember. 'Maybe that'll help.' She thought still staring into his eyes.

He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to look. She smiled inwardly as his gaze left her face. She watched in amazement, when his hand started moving on his own cock. He stared at her crotch, dripping with water and let himself do it. This is what she wanted. She watched intently, but kind of surprised, too. She knew full well he did it, but had never seen it done. By anyone. His rod grew in his hand, a bit of pre~cum slipped out and he coated it with his fingers. Her eyes widened as he spread his legs wider and his other hand stroked his balls. His eyes were closed now. She wasn't sure if it was in enjoyment or embarrassment. She felt a little bit guilty for making him do this when he clearly did not want to. But, he was well into it, so it's all good. He leaned back onto the cool wall, his head resting back. The warm water sprayed onto his skin and trickled down. His hand worked on himself roughly. Tugging and yanking, pulling the tender skin taunt, looking like it hurt, but clearly he was enjoying it.

Angel was amazed at his roughness with himself. Maybe she should be a bit more forceful, she though absentmindedly. He never complained, but she definitely never handled him like this.

His fingers tugged at his nuts, now tight. He stroked them in unison with his other hand's movements. As much as he didn't want to make any noise, he moaned his pleasure that he was giving himself. He loved the feel of Angel's hands and mouth on him, and wouldn't trade it for anything. But sometimes, he just had to do it himself. He opened his eyes a little, squinting through the dripping water. Angel's eyes were fixated on his quickening movements, the look on her face made his attitude change real fast. Her mouth was open, he thought maybe she might be drooling. Chuckling to himself, he shut his eyes again, confident now. He thrust into his hand faster, his fingers working himself into a frenzy. She could hear his breathing become heavier and he moaned every once in a while, which turned her on to no end. He arched his back, throwing his head into the wall, his hand working on the head of his cock. His muscles tightened as he stroked his whole shaft and rubbed the head roughly. "UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She watched him climax, his white, creamy milk oozing out and dripping down the shower wall. He stroked a few more times, muscles loose now, and collapsed back into the wall, spent. He slowly regained his reality, and sat up slowly opening his eyes. Angel stood before him, her hands on his thighs. She looked into his eyes, wide and full of admiration. "That was great, babe. Thank you." She kissed him gently and leaned back. "Cept now we have a problem." A worried look spread across his face.

Did she get grossed out? Will she not do it anymore? Will she make me do THIS all the time?! "What?!" he croaked out.

Angel took hold of his hand, spreading his fingers and favoring his index, placed it closed to her hole. She was soaking wet, and that wasn't just water, he thought to himself. Exhausted, but now a bit more enthused, Nick removed his finger, stood up and switched placed with Angel. He slid her body onto the ledge, she helped him scoot her back, and leaned onto the wall. Nick knelt in the shower stall before her. She was now at the perfect height for his mouth. With both his hands, he spread her legs in a very un~ladylike pose. Angel scooted back towards the edge so he would have easier access. She spread her legs as far as she could. While she made herself more comfortable, Nick turned the water nozzle to "hot". Immediately, the water heated and the steam fogged the room. Nick lifted both her thighs with his hands and placed them over his shoulders. His tongue wasted no time in going to where she wanted it. Her juices oozed from her before he even began. He attached his mouth onto her clit and sucked as hard as he could, enjoying the taste of her and the water mixing in. Stopping every few moments, he licked her up and down and then came back to her core. He felt her knees quiver next to his ears and knew to keep going. He swirled his tongue over her in short, hard circles. Angel came hard into his waiting mouth. Her own juices flowing out and dripping onto the floor. Nick stood up and over her, pulling her lifeless body up to lean her against his chest. "Ya okay, baby?" ha asked as he stroked her wet hair outta her face. "Uh huh." Was all she could get out. Nick lifted her body up against the wall and sat in front of her with his back to her. Recovering, Angel rested her head onto his strong back. She reached for the shampoo and with her temporarily weakened muscles, managed to wash Nick's hair. She soaped up his body quickly, too tired to fool with him now. Sensing her sleepiness, Nick turned around and offered her a hand. Shutting off the water, he lead her onto the thick, plush carpet outside the glass doors. Grabbing a towel off the rack, he knelt to her feel and blotted the droplets from her body. Angel leaned on Nick for support as he worked his way up her body. Satisfied, he wrapped the large towel around her and grabbed his bathrobe off the floor, putting it on, but not bothering to tie it. He led her through their darkened bedroom and turned down the warm blankets setting her down. She helped him remove the towel and crawled in reaching for him to warm her up. "Hang on, hon....." he said as he went to the French doors, opening them. Moonlight spilled throughout the room. So bright, it looked like early evening. Casting the whole room in a bright, grey~white light. Angel watched Nick toss his bathrobe over the chair and lifted the blankets for him. He slipped in beside her, and brought her head to his chest, winding and un~winding her wet hair between his fingers. The scent of coconut, still strong. Angel, fast asleep with the new visions of Nick in her head. He lay awake for a short time, relishing the feel of her cool hair on him, her breathing light on his skin. He stared at the moon that beamed at him through the doors covering the couple in it's light. He drifted off in a hard sleep, welcoming the night.