Sweet Sixteen
Part 20
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"I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her, too
I love her...."
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"What are you doing?"
"Kissing you."
The activity that followed could hardly be described as a mere
kiss, but by the time Buffy figured that out, she no longer cared.
Gently pushing against her, William nudged her flat into the
far wall, hiding them from anyone who may walk in and glance up at
the third floor.
His hands moved down to her hips and held her firmly against
him, while his mouth roamed along the line of her jaw, then up over
the curve of her cheek. When he kissed a trail over to her ear and
breathed warmly on her skin, she nearly collapsed in his arms.
"Buffy," he whispered. "I'm going to go insane if I can't touch you
right now...under your clothes." His hands slipped up and began
probing under the hem of her sweater. Sliding around her back, he
fumbled with the clasp of her bra. "Can I undo it?" he pleaded.
Hardly able to make sense of his words, she nodded and leaned
forward a little. The clasp separated and her breasts settled into
two warm hands that instantly surrounded and supported them.
Her own hands moved up and cupped the sides of his face, guiding
his mouth back to hers. When she felt the tentative caress of his
tongue, she parted her lips, allowing it to slide deeply into her mouth.
A beam of afternoon sunlight streamed through a high window,
warming the soft mass of brownish-blond curls she threaded her
fingers through.
The pressure of his mouth on hers increased when he felt her
hands in his hair, pressing him down closer. Leaning against her,
he fondled and caressed her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the
hardened nipples.
Her skin felt electrified, every slight touch of his hands made her
shiver. She rose up on her toes, wanting to be even closer, and
closed her lips around his tongue.
William groaned in his throat when he felt her gently sucking
at his tongue. The erotic imagery so implicit in the gesture made
him painfully erect, and he stepped closer, rubbing himself against
her.
The sound of pleasure he made gave Buffy an immediate thrill
of feminine power. Still gripping his hair, she changed the nature
of their kiss, becoming bolder and pushing his tongue back into
his mouth. Following it with her own, she tested the edges
of his teeth, and caressed the soft inside of his cheeks.
When they finally broke apart, they were both gasping for air.
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"She gives me everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her..."
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Freeing his hands from inside her sweater, William moved them
down Buffy's sides, then around to curve over her bottom. He used
his grip there to pull her more snugly against him, blindly searching
out some kind of relief for his aching shaft.
They stared into each other's eyes, saying volumes without ever
uttering a sound.
He leaned back a little, his eyes moving down between them as
his hands began sliding her skirt up.
Buffy's fingers gripped the swell of his biceps. This was going farther
than she'd planned, but there was no help for it. She no longer just
wanted his touch...now, she needed it. He had made it that way.
Hoping desperately that no one would come wandering into the
library, she parted her legs slightly, allowing his hand to slip
between them and move her panties to one side. When she felt
his fingers touching her, she had to force her eyes to stay focused
on his.
"Like this?" he whispered almost soundlessly, cupping and
caressing her.
Her hands moved to his shirt front, her fingers gripping the soft
cotton and tugging on it until his face was buried in the curve of her
neck. His breath was hot on her skin and she gasped when she felt him
exploring the moist folds of her labia.
His index finger, wet from her arousal, slowly swirled around the
sensitive bud of her clitoris. Touching and teasing, he played with
her, occasionally moving to dip ever so slightly inside.
Her mouth was once again filled with his tongue as his free hand
slipped around behind her to grasp her bottom. With gentle little
pushes of that hand, he built the pleasure the other was delivering
so intensely to it's breaking point.
Winding one arm around his neck to keep herself anchored to the
earth in some way, Buffy whimpered and moaned, grinding herself
against his invading fingers.
Without warning, he suddenly pulled his mouth from hers and
whispered harshly in her ear. "Do it, Buffy. I want you to. I want to
feel it."
The passionate tone of his voice was the final thing she needed to
push her over the edge. Biting down on her lower lip until she was
nearly drawing blood, she climaxed, wetting his hand even more
thoroughly.
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"A love like ours
Will never die
As long as I
Have you near me.."
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She almost took him right along with her. He did everything he
could think of to keep from ejaculating in his pants, from holding
his breath and clenching his abdominal muscles, to mentally
reciting the Periodic Table of Elements in a mantra of self control.
That control was almost shot to hell when he felt her small hand
cup over the place where his jeans were uncomfortably tight.
His own hand came back out of her underwear, fingers wrapping
around her delicate wrist. "I can't," he whispered, his voice hoarse
and his breathing rapid. "Not here."
Buffy smiled, misinterpreting his meaning completely. "That's not
what it feels like to me," she said, wondering where on earth she
had found the nerve to say such a thing.
Trying to move her hand up and down, she was thwarted again
by his grip on her wrist. Somewhat perplexed, she looked up at
him. His need was plainly written on his face. Why was he trying
to stop her from satisfying it? "What's wrong?"
He sucked in a ragged breath as his head dropped onto her
shoulder. "There's nothing here to...to clean things up with,"
he explained.
"What?"
"It'll either end up on the floor," he said, swallowing hard, "or in
my pants."
His meaning was suddenly clear, and her cheeks reddened
slightly. She released him from her hold, and he raised his
head to look at her.
The agony on his face was profound, and she couldn't stand
it. "No, it won't."
Pushing aside the fear of getting caught doing something they
couldn't bluff their way out of, she reached for him again, unzipping
his fly and dropping to her knees.
She slipped one hand into his pants and brought out his straining
erection. It felt like a steel bar in her hand as she stroked it,
making drops of semen leak from the slit.
"Buffy?" he choked, hands automatically burying themselves in
her hair.
"Shhh," she whispered, lowering her head. She licked delicately
at the broad, moist head of his penis. When she heard a soft
curse issue from his lips, she slid her tongue up and down his
erection, flicking it over the most sensitive spots.
"Please," he begged softly. "In...inside your mouth."
Glancing up to observe his reaction, she held his shaft at it's
base and sucked him in deeply. She saw him watching
her, and the look on his face made her blush.
The dragging suction as he slid out, followed by the the delicious
glide back in, was making him tremble. His hips moved back
and forth a little, establishing a rhythm as he pumped in and out
of her mouth.
He shuddered and gasped in her embrace, his eyes riveted
to the sight of her lips around his penis. "Harder," he groaned,
Inspired by the sight of his obvious pleasure, Buffy began to
move a bit faster. Her mouth slipped up and down his length,
first sliding down as far as she could take it without gagging,
then suckling only on the head. She tasted more of the fluid he
was producing, allowing it to slide down her throat.
William was close to delirious as his body prepared itself
for the orgasm that was imminent. His hips jerked in her grasp,
his testicles swelling and lifting.
Closing his eyes tightly shut, he concentrated on the way it
felt and sounded, all luscious friction and wet sucking.
His fingers inadvertently tightened in her hair the moment his
pleasure reached it's peak. Air hissed as he sucked it in
through clenched teeth.
"Oh...oh, god...in your mouth...warm...wet...oh...yes...there,
it's...right there..."
The warm wetness exploded from him in hard spurts, not one
of which found it's way either to the floor or the inside of his
pants.
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"Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky..."
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Sanity returned quickly, bringing them both back down to earth
with a loud thud as they acknowledged the very real risk of discovery
they had blindly flouted.
William pulled Buffy to her feet, and they rearranged their
clothing. After exchanging one last kiss, they returned to their
respective studies without a word, behaving as though nothing
out of the ordinary had just happened between them.
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"I know this love of mine
Will never die..."
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After the dismissal bell rang for the day, Xander stood next
to William, watching as he sorted through the items in his
locker, collecting the books he needed to take home. Every
so often, he would scan through the crowd of students,
looking for Buffy. "She should have been here ten minutes
ago," he said, frowning. "Do you think she's lost?"
Xander sighed. "I doubt it. Just about anyone can point her in the
right direction." With his arms folded across his chest, he
shook his head at his friends distracted expression. "Man, you
are hooked right through the bag."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, my friend, that you're not appreciating the bounty
that is Sunnydale's student bodies, the ones of the feminine
persuasion. It's all around you and it's eager to make your
acquaintance."
William said nothing, which only encouraged Xander to keep
talking. "Over there, for instance," he said, gesturing towards a
pretty redhead a few lockers down who kept smiling flirtatiously in
William's direction. "That's Cindi. Extremely high on the hottie
scale, wouldn't you agree?"
Briefly following his friend's gaze, William nodded. "Very pretty. And.
if I hadn't already met Buffy, I'd definitely be asking if I could carry
her books for her."
"Like I said...hooked through the bag. You may as well just marry
her and get it over with."
William spotted Buffy and smiled. "I will. You can count on it."
"Is it just me," she asked, sailing up to him, "or is everyone in
this school really tall?"
"It's you," he replied, dropping a light kiss on her lips. "You're such
a little thing."
She smiled sunnily up at him. "That reminds me...can we get some-
thing to eat?"
"Anything you want, love."
"Right through the bag," Xander muttered.
"Stuff it, Harris."
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"And I love her...."
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TBC...
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