Summary: A sequel of sorts to
"My Little World." The honeymoon phase,
which
someone asked me to write. It's another attempt for my smut. ;)
Spoilers: Mild through the third season.
Disclaimer: Joss.
Rating: NC17 for W/O
sex.
Feedback: Please.
For someone who knows who they are.
by:
Amy
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Oz sat in his chair at the table, convulsively swallowing. He wasn't used
to
being this nervous. Why should he be? he reasoned. He and Willow had done
this lots of times before. Oz smiled at the thought.
But they had never been married before.
He cleared his throat loudly. "Are... Are you going to be long, Honey?"
He could hear Willow's light giggle through the door. "Just as long as it
takes for you to explode..."
He allowed himself a grin. She had been in there for over a half an hour,
doing whatever it was she refused to let him see. Oz couldn't even enjoy
the
plush suite they had checked into for their wedding night, he was so eager
to
see his new wife exit the bathroom and smile at him. It had been too damn
long that he'd seen her smile. Over thirty minutes. He was starting to get
a little antsy.
He stood, smoothing down his slacks, and began pacing futilely. After a
moment he stopped and stared at the door, willing it to open. "If you don't
come out soon, I'm afraid I'm going to have to come in."
The door opened. "And that would be bad, why?" Willow asked, a smile
blossoming over her face. "I thought that was the whole point of this
hotel," she said, winking.
The swallows were back. Oz was never the biggest talker in the world, he
could admit that, but he became speechless at the sight of her. Willow's
hair was pulled up in a French twist, tendrils falling down her neck and
temples as if she had just been outside in the wind. Her eyes glowed in the
dim candlelight and her lips were a deep maroon-gold. But it only took Oz
a
moment to let his eyes slip off her face.
She was wearing the tiniest teddy he had ever imagined. Made up of sheer
silk and a little bit of string, it clung to her figure firmly, accentuating
her curves in the dark room. Her creamy skin was set off by the black
material. She gave a predatory smile and Oz licked his lips. His mouth was
suddenly dry.
That wouldn't do.
Willow walked towards him in slow, measured steps, swinging her hips with
a
practiced grace. She reached him and placed her hands lightly on his chest,
looking him in the eye. After a second, she giggled, and the Seductress
vision wavered but didn't disperse. For Oz, it simply showed that no matter
how sexy, how desirable she was, she would always have a little bit of that
innocence that he had fallen in love with. He liked that.
"For heaven's sake, Oz," she chastised playfully. "I'd ask you to close your
mouth, but I think I like it open. Could you at least say something,
though?"
"You look amazing in that," he said, his voice husky. "Take it off now."
She threw her head back and laughed delightedly. "Are you planning on being
nice to me if I do?" she teased. "It took me a while to get into."
"I'm planning on being nice to *me* if you do," he conceded, "But I hope
you'll like what I want to do for me."
Her mouth found his in a soft, moist kiss. "I'm pretty sure I will."
Her hands crept up his chest, unbuttoning it with quick expertise and shoving
it off of his shoulders. Their lips met again in a sudden kiss, long and
hot
and liquid as she continued to undress him. Oz groaned as her hands brushed
his groin in an effort to unbuckle his belt and unzip the pants. She smiled
into the kiss, letting her hand linger for a moment.
Breaking contact with his mouth for only a minute, she leaned down and slid
his pants off of his legs, a smooth action that took his boxers with them.
Oz gave a surprised smile and started to pull her back up, but she settled
herself on her knees.
Her mouth covered the the head of his cock, and she gave it a skillful lick.
Oz gasped, holding his hips still so that he wouldn't arch into her throat.
She took her mouth off of him and looked up with a smile. "I'd say we're
pretty much past holding back, wouldn't you, Husband?"
Her mouth was back around him, covering the velvety skin with a feral
pleasure and the sensation, coupled with the sound of Willow calling him
Husband, caused Oz to buck his hips ungracefully, pumping into her mouth.
Willow bobbed her head around him. Her mouth was experienced around him,
but it wasn't the feeling that was driving him too quickly to the brink,
it
was the sound of her word Husband ricocheting through his mind.
He looked up at the ceiling, praying for release and praying against it as
well. After a second of indecision, he finally broke the heavy silence.
"Will..." his voice was gasping, his eyes shut tightly. "You need to...
stop!" The words went high for a moment as she tried a new trick with her
tongue. "I'm going to... I want to... Please."
Willow looked up, pouting slightly. "Well, only because you said please.
But, later? You'll let me finish that?"
Oz choked as she stood, his throbbing erection still firmly held in her hand.
"Yeah. Very yeah."
Again she laughed and Oz narrowed his eyes at her dangerously. "That's it,
Wife."
He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her quickly over to the bed. Willow
squealed with laughter and then calmed, noting the smoky flare in his eyes.
He settled her on the bed, and looked down at her thoughtfully for a moment
before lifting her legs and separating them gently. Willow's eyes widened,
she was surprised but willing to play whatever game he wanted.
She laid there, completely still, as he continued to peel off her lingerie
with a patience that he didn't feel. His hands undid the discreet buttons
and snaps, and he finally slid the last scrap of the complicated outfit off
of her. He stood beside the bed for a moment longer, thinking, and then
lifted her head gently and pulled out the bobby pins that held her hair up.
Her hair tumbled onto the pillowcase, and he finally smiled widely. Her
nipples stood out in high relief against the sudden chill of being without
covering, and Oz reached down to stroke one lightly with his thumb, cupping
her breast in his palm. Willow shuddered hotly, licking her lips.
"You're beautiful," he explained simply, stretching out beside her.
"Completely, devastatingly beautiful."
Willow sighed and he lowered his head towards her, crushing their mouths
together. Her tongue eagerly swept the inside of his mouth, licking at his
own blisteringly. She gave a soft whimper of excitement as his hand found
her breasts again, and he toyed with her nipples between his fingers. Willow
moaned something unintelligible and Oz grinned briefly, pressing his erection
into her hip.
Silent, he worked his way down her body, licking every piece of skin his
mouth came in contact with. Stopping, at long last, at the juncture between
her thighs, he gave a quick flick of his tongue, causing her to writhe with
pleasure. He raked his teeth lightly down the hidden spot, tasting the
juices that began flowing freely. She moaned under his loving lash, twisting
her head helplessly on the pillow, placing the soles of her feet on the sides
of his hips.
Oz slid two fingers gently into her and began a fast, steady rhythm. She
found it instantly and began moving accordingly to the feel of his fingers
working themselves in and out of her. Oz increased the pressure of his
tongue and suddenly she came, clenching her thighs spasmodically. Oz lifted
his head, his grin still firmly in place, and started biting gently at her
nipples.
Willow moaned limply, spent, and tugged weakly at his head. Giving him a
long kiss, she finally pulled away and looked into his eyes. "Now...
Please..." she whispered.
Oz nodded mutely, moved by what he saw in her gaze, and settled himself
between her thighs. He guided himself into her gently and paused for a
moment, feeling Willow clench around him. She smiled and he steadied himself
on one hand to brush aside some hair that clung to the side of her face,
kissing her mouth sweetly as he did so. At last, he moved his hips in
tentative thrusts, pushing himself deeper inside of her.
Willow's back arched and her breasts crushed against his chest as she pulled
him down more firmly on top of her. He sped up his thrusts, pumping in and
out of her eagerly and groaned quietly as she lifted her hips in a heated
perfect timing, falling comfortably into the hot love-making that they'd
always had.
Oz stared down at her, his hips still moving, and memorized the look of her
face. She was flushed, her eyelids lowered in concentration, her hair spread
out around her, as though she were a goddess in the wild. Oz reached down
to
kiss her, but she slid her forefinger in his mouth and he smiled, sucking
on
it like a vampire with an oral fixation. Finally she pulled away and bit
her
lip, her brow furrowed, and then gave a long, drawn-out cry, her vaginal
muscles gripping him tightly as she came again.
Shooting him a sneaky smile before lapsing again into a red-faced beauty
as
she enjoyed the wave of her orgasm, she slid her arm down his back and glided
her still wet finger into his puckered anus slowly, massaging the inside.
Oz
looked down at her with shocked eyes and then growled loudly as his hips
began pumping faster and harder, and he finished inside of her.
For an instant, he laid on top of her tiredly and then lowered himself away,
to the side. She curled against him in satisfaction as he looked at her in
amazement.
Finding his voice, he spoke up. "That was... What was that? Why have you
never done that before?"
Willow looked at him with relieved eyes. "Oh, good," she whispered. "I was
afraid you would think you were gay."
He laughed. "What?"
"Because I..." she blushed a Willow-y blush. "I'm glad you liked it. I read
about it and wanted to try, but wasn't sure... And then you *did* like it,
so
it makes for a happy Willow."
His nuzzled her neck; it was glistening and smelled wonderfully of sweat
and
sex. Kissing her mouth lightly, he mumbled, "It made for a happy me, too."
She giggled. "It was..."
"Nice?" he suggested.
"Amazing," she corrected softly. "Geez, just because I said that once
because I couldn't find the words, you're going to always bring it up?" A
smile played with the corners of her mouth.
"I liked it," he defended warmly. "I thought it was sweet, a perfect you
thing. You know how I like you things."
"What did you think?" she asked, her eyes shining.
"I'll have to go with your 'amazing.' You are still with that, right? A
ten?" Oz grinned.
Willow thought for a moment. "Well... Maybe a nine point nine."
His eyebrows shot up worriedly. "Is there a reason for that?"
She touched his face tenderly. "Well, it gives us more room for improvement,
not that I really think we need any. But, better than that..." she leaned
over and gave him a lingering kiss. "It gives us room for more practicing."
The End