Chapter Nineteen
Buffy wondered if this was what it felt like to be loved. Really loved. William was slowly, torturously covering her body with kisses. His hands moved restlessly over her skin, as if he wanted to touch all of her at once. Now, his tongue laved one hard nipple with devotion and she shivered as she arched up into his mouth.
“William.” The name left her lips on a sigh.
In response he levered himself up to find her lips, delving back into her mouth. Sliding one arm beneath her he rolled them over until she was sprawled atop his body. Shifting her legs so that she straddled his thighs comfortably, Buffy sat up so as to get a better look at him. Her hands explored his chest slowly, teasing him.
He smiled sexily, his own hands stroking her and making her quiver.
Her fingertips wandered down to his abs and she marvelled at the obvious strength and power of his body. Finally, her gaze was drawn lower, to where his erection rested against his taut stomach. Catching her lower lip between her teeth she simply stared at him for a moment before reaching out to wrap her fingers around him, delighting in his harsh intake of breath.
She slowly slid her fingers up and down his pulsing shaft, drinking in the sight of him. Every twitch, every moan increased her confidence. Leaning over him she bent down to his ear, her hand still playing with him, and whispered, “I want to feel you moving inside me.”
His reaction was immediate. Grabbing another condom from the still open drawer, he launched forward to wrap his arms around her, devouring her mouth in a deep, soul-searching kiss. Still moving forward he pushed her down onto her back, settling between her thighs. This time when she felt him pressing into her she tensed slightly, but he whispered loving words into her ear. Telling her how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, and before long she was moving against him in invitation.
As he sank slowly into her willing body Buffy was surprised by the feeling of fullness that spread throughout her. Sensations she’d never felt before rippled out from the place where they were joined, making her quake with pleasure. Her breath became more and more laboured until she was fairly panting, fighting to comprehend what was happening to her body. It wasn’t what she was expecting; it was new, different. It was fucking unbelievable.
“Will?” she gasped, a little scared of the intensity of these new emotions.
Pulling back a little, William rested his forehead against hers, smiling into her eyes as he gently caressed her face and neck. “Shhh. It’s okay Buffy. Stay with me, okay?”
Focusing on his clear, blue eyes Buffy felt the fear dissipate, leaving only the glorious sensations that were rolling through her in ever greater waves.
“You feel so good kitten,” he continued. “So right. Do you feel it?”
Releasing a sudden breath Buffy nodded. “Yes. I feel it.”
“That’s my girl.” Capturing her lips once again William began to thrust deeper, groaning into her mouth at the feel of her body surrounding him. Her muscles squeezing him tightly.
“Oh God,” she cried, losing control of her rioting emotions. “You’re so deep. I feel so…so full.”
William had to fight to keep from coming at her words, his thrusts growing impossibly fast.
Then suddenly Buffy went rocketing over the edge into a bliss she’d never before dreamed existed. Her vision exploded in a kaleidoscope of colours and her body shuddered violently, clenching William within her.
Her name was torn from his throat as he hurtled after her, his face buried in her neck as his climaxed pulsed through his entire body.
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Buffy awoke slowly; feeling as though she’d run a marathon. Groaning at the soreness in her muscles she began to stretch her limbs. The arm that was wrapped around her waist tightened, and suddenly memories of the night before came flooding back to her.
A contented smile spread across her lips and she turned in his embrace to find him watching her quietly with sleepy eyes.
“Good morning gorgeous,” she murmured quietly.
“’Morning, pet.” Snuggling closer, he pressed his lips to her neck in a warm kiss. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like the dead,” she said with a laugh. “Or just a very sated woman.”
William grinned widely at her words. “Me too, love. Except for the woman part.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “How do you feel?”
Buffy shifted experimentally. “I little sore, but I’m okay.”
“Good.” He paused for a moment, looking reluctant to speak, before finally saying, “So,umm…I can’t help but ask: Was the real thing anything like the fantasy?”
Buffy smiled. She’d had a feeling this question would come up eventually. “It was completely different,” she admitted wryly. “But better,” she continued quickly when she saw his crestfallen expression. “It was so…consuming. Like every single part of my body was going into hyperdrive or something. You know?”
William chuckled. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Sex before was great. It really was. But I never felt so…full. So connected. Last night was…,” a voice sounded in her head and she couldn’t help but let the words slip free, “it was a bloody revelation.”
William chuckled. “How very Spike sounding.”
She snuggled in his arms, hoping he wasn’t upset by her use of what was obviously a Spikeism – the word ‘bloody’ was a dead giveaway, after all. “Well,” she confessed, “he definitely did come closest to the real thing. I guess whatever part of my mind does remember our times together really, really enjoyed those times.”
He rested his head on his hand so he could look down at her with a smirk. “Well then I guess I’m glad that I provided you with a good foundation for sexual satisfaction over the years.”
When the laughter died down, hope was shining in hers eyes as she asked quietly, “Does that mean you’re not angry at me anymore? For creating Spike?”
He sighed heavily. “No, I’m not angry. I guess I was jealous of him more than anything. He got to be with you when I couldn’t. But when you explained that he was your way of keeping me close; even if it did take you a long time to let me get anywhere near you…it makes me glad that I could be there for you in some small way.” He smiled ruefully. “It still sucks that I missed out on all the hanky-panky though.”
Buffy laughed, joy coursing through her at his words. “Don’t worry,” she assured him as she moved over him and began to kiss her way along his jaw. “We can recreate every hanky.” Kiss. “As well as every panky.” Kiss. “Till you’re completely satisfied.”