Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne [snapkik@yahoo.com]
Disclaimer: Not mine
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Rating: NC-17
Part 5....
Somewhere In The Night (cont..)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You'll sleep, when the morning comes
And I'll lie and watch you sleeping...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Teach me more."
The words were softly spoken, but their
impact on him was massive.
Pushing his fingers deep into her mussed
hair, he pulled back until her neck was arched.
"I have so much to teach you," he said
fiercely, "I hardly know where to begin."
She smiled. "I promise to be a good student
and work hard."
"I should warn you, darling, there will be a lot of
studying involved, not to mention lengthy
examinations."
She touched his lower lip with one finger.
"Do you grade on a curve?"
He shrugged, glancing down at himself
then back at her. "Well, I suppose there's
a bit of a curve to it..."
Her brow furrowed. "Huh?"
"Never mind." Her genuine bewilderment
nearly made him laugh out loud. Such an
innocent, this little slayer was.
He leaned down and kissed the confusion
away from her expression. "Did you like that?
What I just did to you?"
Buffy's cheeks turned pink, right on cue. "Yes.
I loved it. I've...never felt anything like that,
and...at the end..."
He looked at her with narrowed eyes. "What..are
you saying you've never come before?"
She hid her face against his chest. "No," she
whispered.
"Even by yourself?"
She shook her head.
He was more than a little surprised. Sixteen
years old and never had an orgasm of any kind.
"My poor baby," he said, kissing her forehead
gently. "That must have been so frustrating for
you."
She looked at him as though she wanted
to tell him something, but didn't know how to
express herself, or perhaps she was just too
shy to bring it up.
"What, honey?" he coaxed. "Do you want to say
something?"
Buffy hesitated for a long while, but he didn't
push her on it. Finally, she took a deep breath.
"Sometimes...when I'm taking a shower...well,
we have this kind of detatchable faucet...and it
has these...settings on it..."
"Yeah...?"
She turned her head, and began to pick at a
loose thread on the comforter. "I...I sort of..
of..."
"It's all right," he said, rubbing his cheek against
hers. "I know what you're saying."
But she shook her head. "No...I'm saying that..
I wasn't...I couldn't..." She shrugged helplessly. "Not
until here..with you."
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "God,
you're wonderful," he said. "So sweet. Such a
little girl...and such an incredible woman...both at
the same time."
She was probably the most naturally sensuous
creature he'd ever come across in his long and
checkered career. Everything about her indicated
a depth of experience well beyond her tender years.
The way she walked, the way she danced, even
her mannerisms, like the way she would tilt her
head and look at him from beneath the silky
fringe of her bangs, or the way she would nibble
at her lower lip while she was thinking about
something...all these things made her appear
to be a woman who knew what she was doing.
But, outward appearances notwithstanding, in-
side she was innocence personified, with seemingly
no idea that the little things she did could drive
a man mad with lust.
It was a good thing she knew how to protect her-
self. Otherwise, she would be an easy target for
a predator of the human variety, the kind of man
who couldn't take "Go to hell" for an answer.
There were too many men walking around these
days thinking that they were God's gift to women,
not realizing that it was the other way around.
He, personally, found women to be the most won-
derful idea any benevolent deity ever had, and he
kept that in the front of his mind every time he took
one to his bed.
Vampire though he may be, he'd never gotten his
rocks off by hurting a girl in bed, and he'd never
once committed a rape, no matter how much a
woman SEEMED to be offering herself.
There were a lot of men, he knew, that probably
thought Buffy was asking for it on a daily basis,
and no doubt felt that they were the right ones
to give it to her.
Just the thought of some man thinking such
things about her, let alone trying to do something
about it, made him angry as hell.
"What are you thinking about?"
The softly asked question broke through his
meandering mind.
"I'm thinking about, you, gorgeous," he said,
slipping his fingers through the silky strands of
her hair. "And how much I like being here with
you."
"Really?" she asked anxiously.
"Yes," he replied promptly. "And now...where were
we again?"
She giggled. "You were saying something about
teaching me something new."
"Oh, yes...how could I have forgotten?"
He bent his head to kiss her, but she put her
fingers against his lips.
"I was wondering.." she began.
"Wondering what, honey?"
She took another deep breath and spoke quickly,
before her nerve completely deserted her. "What
you were doing to me before? Do...do YOU like
that?"
He smiled. "Giving it...or getting it?" Before she
could start stammering out a confused answer,
he said, "Yes...to both parts."
Unbelievably, her little hand began to creep down
his side and then bravely reached for the part of him
that hadn't lost any of it's hard urgency.
Her boldness surprised..and thrilled him. When he
felt her warm little fingers wrapping securely around
his cock, he hissed through his teeth. "God...baby...
when you touch me, it's..."
"It's what?" she asked, smiling a womanly wise
smile.
"It's heaven...and it's hell...and everything in be-
tween," he said, falling onto his back and thrusting
his hips up. "Tighter," he begged. "Oh...yes...."
She was a fast learner. Her small hand slid up and
down expertly, using the wetness she found at the
head of his cock to lubricate her caress.
When he opened his eyes, he saw her leaning closer
to him, staring at his shaft intently, as though gathering
her nerve.
"Buffy..." he whispered.
She looked up and met his gaze.
"You don't have to, baby. Not if you don't feel like
it."
She paused only for a moment. "I do want to," she
said. "But I..I don't know what to do...exactly."
**No problem, love. I'll be happy to tell you**
"Just lean over...and place your lips against the
head..you don't have to open your mouth yet. You
can start with...with kissing...just like we did before."
She licked her lips, which nearly did him in right
then and there, then lowered her head and pressed
the softest kiss he'd ever felt on the tip of his shaft.
It jerked uncontrollably in her hands, spilling a little
clear fluid. She gasped at the taste on her lips.
He waited to see what she would do, and she didn't
disappoint him. Her little pink tongue crept out of her
mouth and swiped at the smear of cum on her lower
lip, tasting it.
Amused, he had to ask. "Well, what do you think?"
She said, "A little salty," in a perfectly serious tone
of voice, as though he'd asked her if her dinner was
properly seasoned.
Raising one hand, he stroked her hair and said, out
of the clear blue sky, "God, I am so crazy about you."
She looked at him with wide and wondering eyes, then
smiled the prettiest smile he'd ever been graced with.
"Come here," he said, reaching for her and pulling
her up until she was within reach to kiss.
They spent several long and lingering moments ex-
changing kisses that ranged from light and airy,
to deep and moist and penetrating.
When she finally pulled back, it was to move back
down his body and resume her lesson in the art of
oral pleasure.
He was having a difficult time of it. The feel of her lips
when she kissed his shaft was beyond belief. And when
her silky soft cheek rubbed against it, like a kitten nuzzling
a gently stroking hand, he was afraid he would do some-
thng he hadn't done since he was a callow youth...com-
pletely lose control and make a mess all over her.
Finally taking a firm grip on his libido, he brushed her
hair away from her face to watch what she would do
next.
But she needed encouragement to cross this par-
ticular bridge.
"Buffy...sweetheart...if you want to," he swallowed
hard, "just open your mouth a little and...and I'll
do the rest."
Glancing at him for a brief moment, she closed her
eyes and parted her lips.
Desperately reining himself in, he slid in just a fraction
of an amount. Not wanting to frighten or possibly gag
her, he kept his entry shallow, his hips barely moving.
As she became more comfortable with the feel and
taste of him, she opened her mouth a little more and
began to move it up and down slowly.
The back of his head ground into the pillow he was
laying on as he stared sightlessly at the ceiling. "Oh,
yes, sweetness...that's the way...such a..a good
girl."
She boldly encouraged him to spread his legs
farther apart, then settled herself between them.
"Now...hold it at the base...that's it...can you...can
you go a little deeper, baby? Just a...ahhh...yeah,
that's...that's good."
She made a soft inarticulate sound that vibrated
around his aching shaft, driving the pleasure just that
much higher.
When she suddenly released him from her mouth, he
almost protested out loud, but stopped himself at the
last moment. If she'd had enough, well then....
All linear thought deserted him when he felt and saw
her extend her tongue and begin to slide it up and
down, then around and around, his cock.
**.Oh, yes...oh...harder baby...just a little harder.**
"Oh, christ...Buffy..." he moaned. "You're so good...so
beautiful..you've got...the sweetest little mouth...my
baby...my angel..."
She recaptured him inside the tender trap of her
mouth, sliding down a little further with each dip of
her head.
"Uhh.." he grunted, his hips jolting upward. "Yes..
do it...more...suck harder, honey...please...please...
a little bit...harder...YES!...OH...YES!"
He felt the pressure increase as he saw her
cheeks draw in, and he knew then that he was very
close to losing control, to just grabbing hold of
her head and ramming himself in and out until he
spewed his load all over the place.
"Buffy...." he said hoarsely. "Stop...I'm gonna
come if...if you don't....stop now..."
But she ignored his warning. In fact, she used
her free hand to take his and squeezed it, signaling
that she was all right, that she wanted him to be
satisfied the way he had satisfied her.
"Mmmmm..." she moaned in her throat, and that
was all it took to convince him to let her have her
way.
"Yes, baby...do it...ohhhh...yes...yes...it's coming,
baby...I'm...I'm...AHH!...COMING...NOW!!"
He looked down in time to see her eyes become
as round as tea saucers, and he abandoned himself
to her completely, spurting bursts of fluid into her
mouth.
When he was finished, he could see that she was
uncertain what to do at this point. Her eyes widened
even more in her distress.
"It's okay," he assured her, releasing his hold on
her. "Just run into the bathroom and spit it out."
She clapped her hand over her mouth, and he looked
around for something she could use...a waste basket
or something...
There was one on the other side of the room, and
he jumped from the bed to fetch it for her. But when
his feet hit the floor, he heard her say, "It's okay...it's
gone."
He turned to look at her, just in time to see her
wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. Thinking
she had just spat it out onto the sheet, he was even
more surprised at her next statement.
"It wasn't that bad."
As he sat back down on the bed, staring in utter
amazement at the innocent humor she unwittingly
articulated after what must have been a horribly
shocking experience, he felt a wave of emotion
overtake him. This girl.....
Oh, God....he was falling in love with this girl!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And you'll smile, when you dream about the night
Like it's a secret you've been keeping.
Laying beside you, lost in the feeling
So glad you opened my door...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy unwrapped the paper from around
a drinking glass in the bathroom and ran
the water until it was cold.
As she filled the glass,she examined herself
in the mirror, searching to see if she looked
any different, any more womanly or exper-
ienced.
But all she saw looking back at her was
herself.
She stuck out her tongue playfully, then
stopped and took a good long look at it in
the mirror.
Nope, nothing different about it.
She had to face it. Aside from a slight funny
aftertaste in her mouth, she was still the same
naive little teenager she'd been when she first
walked into this cottage.
"But not for much longer," she said, then
took a mouthful of water and swished it around,
wishing for some mouthwash.
"Did you say something, love?"
"Um...no. Nothing..."
Leaning down, she splashed a little cold water
on her face, then dabbed it dry with a towel and
turned off the faucet.
Tightening the towel she had wrapped around
her, she opened the bathroom door and paused
a moment before leaving.
William was still in bed, and he had pulled up the
comforter, not wanting her to feel embarrassed,
she supposed.
He was stretched out on his back, both hands
behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, smiling
just a little bit, as though something mildly amusing
had just occured to him.
Buffy couldn't stop herself from staring at him. He
really was...the only word she could come up with
at the moment was beautiful. In a completely mas-
culine way.
She'd never seen any man before that she would
describe in such a way. Most of the boys she knew
could be called good looking, or even cute. And there
were a few movie actors that she found to be hand-
some.
But this man...this vampire...was simply beau-
tiful. Everything about him...the silky platinum curls
that she'd mussed so enticingly as she wound them
around her fingers; the classically sculpted face, with
those lovely fine cheekbones and well shaped nose;
his mouth...so sensuous and kissable; and his arms,
lean and corded with muscle, but not overly layered
in it, they were strong arms and felt good wrapped
around her.
He turned and looked at her then, holding out one
hand. "Come back to bed, sweetness."
She returned to her place beside him, smiling at
his tender touch. His eyes smiled back at her and
she was almost breathless with the emotions running
amok inside of her. Such lovely dark eyes, a rich indigo
blue, with almost femininely long lashes, his eyes were
the center of her storm, and his embrace was her
shelter.
Turning on his side, he propped his head on his hand
and leaned over to kiss her.
"Did I do all right?" she asked hesitantly, when he pulled
back.
"You did wonderfully all right, love," he said sin-
cerely. "You're every mans sweetest dream."
Dropping a series of light kisses down her throat,
he whispered, "I want you so much, you beautiful
girl. More than I've ever wanted anyone before."
She caressed his cheek with her tiny hand. "I want
you, too...William."
Normally, that name grated on his nerves. Nobody
called him that, not since his mother had died. He
had left William behind a long time ago, and had
been quite satisfied to see him go.
But now, with Buffy, it didn't seem quite so bad
to allow a little of William to show itself. She was
young and innocent, as William had once been,
and somehow he knew that if she had been a part
of his world all those years ago, before everything
changed, then his life would have turned out very
differently.
William could have courted this girl with all the
gallantry and the bad poetry he had been brimming
over with...and she would have praised it.
He could have walked down any street in London
with her on his arm, and she would have looked
up into his eyes as though he represented her
entire world and all the happiness to be found within
it.
William would never have noticed that any other girl
but her even existed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're my song, music too magic to end
I'll play you over and over again
Loving so warm, moving so right
Closing our eyes, and feeling the light
We'll just go on burning bright
Somewhere in the night.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TBC.....
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