Caught Between Two Lovers
Part 6
You're My World
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're my world, you're every breath I take
You're my world, you're every move I make
Other eyes see the stars up in the skies
But for me they shine within your eyes....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy moaned softly, a kittenish sound that
stirred up all the banked embers of his lust.
He moved his mouth from her throat, dragging
his tongue down until he found the tender
hollow at its base, a soft and shallow cup where
he deposited the gentlest of kisses.
She turned her head, and opened her eyes,
focusing on the lace curtains, stirred by a
slight breeze. The billowed in and danced
to the damp music the ocean played.
Her fingers played with the curls at the nape
of his neck, clutching them almost painfully
when he brought his mouth down to her
breasts.
"So beautiful," he whispered against her
skin. "Soft...except here," he added, lightly
touching the tip of is tongue to one nipple.
"Here they're firm, and a little swollen...you
like it when I touch you here, don't you?"
"Yes," she nodded, stroking his hair. "I like
it more than anything."
He sighed, feeling more content and at peace
than he'd felt for more years than he cared to
remember.
"I could lay my head between your breasts, and
just stay forever. Could live and sleep here...and
die happily." He glanced up at her and grinned. "Well,
you know what I mean."
She returned his smile. "I know what you mean," she
agreed.
Buffy DID know what he meant, because she felt
the same way. She could happily live out the rest
of her life in this small room, talking and touching
and making love with him, until the world stopped
spinning.
Even though she had no idea how they would end
up their time together, she knew she'd never regret
one instant of it.
It was almost frightening. In an unbelievably short
period of time, she had fallen in love with a creature
she had no business caring for. But what was she
to do?
You couldn't help where you found love. All you
could do was be glad you were fortunate enough
to be in the right place at the right time. Her heart
had no on/off switch that she could flip when it
was convenient.
The heart wants what it wants.
She glanced down, watching William as he moved
his mouth back and forth from one nipple to the
other, sucking them slowly, nipping at them with
his teeth, then licking the slight sting away.
She could feel the wetness flowing from between her
thighs as her body responded to her lover's ministra-
tions.
Leaving the sensitive tips of her breasts, he kissed
a wet trail down the center of her torso, dipping his
tongue into her navel, which produced the expected
results.
"Hold still," he laughed, taking a firmer grip on
her hips.
"I can't," she said, her voice high pitched and
giggly. "I'm so..oh, no...ticklish there.."
He continued nuzzling her, smiling as she turned
and twisted in his hands. This silly sex play was
just as arousing as the most serious and tender
touch.
Everything about this girl was exciting. It was all
so fresh and new for her, that she made it seem
that way for him, as well. The innocence she
brought to their bed was more tantalizing than
any tricks that the most practiced courtesan in
the world could produce.
That innocence, combined with her eagerness to
learn everything about the art of lovemaking, was
unbearably sweet and wildly sexy.
And, best of all, she was so adorably unaware of
it.
Their play was brought to a halt when she planted
her feet on the bed and lunged upwards to escape
his teasing touch. The motion brought her lower
body very close to his mouth, and he took immediate
advantage.
Shoving her legs wider apart, he dipped his head
and licked her roughly from bottom to top, lingering
at the apex of her sex, rubbing it firmly with his
tongue.
She released a shrill gasp, instinctively grinding
herself against him as she dug her fingers into the
mattress beneath her.
Fastening his mouth around her clit, he alternated
between sucking it and licking it, as he brought
one finger up to carefully trace up and down her
outer fold.
He looked up then, and caught her watching him.
Without breaking eye contact, he pushed his tongue
up into her, and moved it around, then began a series
of thrusts and withdrawals that mimicked the rhythm
of intercourse.
Her sex was producing copious amounts of wetness,
which he lapped up eagerly. The more she gave, the
more he wanted.
But the time was rapidly approaching when they would
have to take the final step into intimacy. His body was
aching to connect with hers, and it was letting him know
in no uncertain terms, that it had best happen soon.
Reaching down with his free hand, he took hold of his
shaft and tried to ease his discomfort a little. Wrapping
his fingers firmly around it, he slid them up and down
a few times, then massaged the tip with his thumb.
When he couldn't stand it anymore, he raised his
head and met her gaze.
"I need you, sweetheart," he rasped. "I want to make
love to you...right now...let me...please..."
She answered him by holding out her arms, inviting
him to take what he wanted.
He moved back up to lie on top of her, careful to hold
his weight off of her by supporting his upper body on
his forearms.
"Spread your legs a little more, darling," he in-
structed, trying not to sound like a college professor. "Now
lift your knees a little...that's my girl...MY girl," he re-
peated more forcibly.
Leaning on one arm, he reached down with his free
hand and positioned himself at her opening. He
rubbed the head of his shaft against her, wanting
just that little bit more stimulation for them both.
When he had himself where he needed to be, he
brought his hand back up and grasped both of hers
where they lay beside her on either side of her head.
Lacing their fingers together, he looked down into
her wide and trusting eyes....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As the trees reach for the sun above
So my arms reach out to you for love
With your hand resting in mine
I feel a power so divine.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I...I love you," she said, smiling bravely.
Lowering his head, he pressed his forehead
against hers and closed his eyes.
"I love you, too," he whispered. "You're my angel."
Pushing away all thoughts of what on earth he was
going to do about Drusilla, not to mention the fact
that he'd fallen for a slayer, he kissed her and began
to push himself into her at the same time.
Buffy gasped out loud. She'd been prepared for
some pain, she'd read enough to know about that,
but this was worse than she'd ever imagined it to be.
If this was what sex was all about, then she was
amazed that the world was so overpopulated.
"It's all right, sweetness," William whispered in her
ear. "You're doing fine."
"No, I'm not," she wanted to say. "This is NOT my idea
of fine."
But all she did was whimper a little.
"I'm sorry, love," he soothed her. Looking down at her
sweet little face, he saw that it wore an expression
that could only be described as disgruntled.
Pulling slightly out, he inched in a bit further,
almost wishing that he was a little smaller.
"Are you okay?" he asked, nuzzling her cheek.
"Well...yes...I guess so," she said crossly. "But it
really hurts!"
"I know it does, sweetheart," he said, straining
for control. "But it should feel better soon."
"SHOULD??" she asked loudly, wanting more
reassurance than that.
Only an effort of will that he'd spent decades
perfecting kept him from laughing out loud.
He rolled his hips gently from side to side, then
down and then back up, sliding all the way in.
At the same time, he kissed her and plunged his
tongue into her mouth, to muffle any screams.
When he was completely sheathed inside of her, he
moved one hand back down and located her clit,
then rubbed it gently, until he felt her begin to
untense her thighs.
Releasing her mouth, he leaned down and found
her right breast, lightly flicking his tongue back and
forward over the rigid peak, then taking it in and
sucking on it sweetly.
As the worst of the pain began to recede, Buffy
could concentrate on the pleasureable aspects
of this act. His mouth on her breast felt as deli-
cious as ever, and his finger was amazing between
her legs.
Her body was providing all the lubrication neces-
sary, and things were becoming decidedly hot
and slick down there.
But when he moved his hand and took a firm
grip on her bottom, then ground his pelvis against
hers, he hit the right spot as though there'd been
an "X" marked for his convenience.
Every nerve ending on her body was dancing with
sybaritic pleasure, and her own hips began to rise
to meet his downward thrusts.
"That's my sweet girl," he murmured approvingly. "You
feel so good...so tight and hot...oh, God...that's
perfect..."
Her hands traveled down his back, caressing his skin,
and finding the churning muscle of his rump. She
cupped her hands over it, lightly digging in with her
nails.
This made his head jerk up and back, as he released
her nipple with a moist sucking sound.
"Ohh...yeah!" he muttered harshly. "That's the way...do
it again...ahh, harder...yes."
She did as he asked, clawing at his back and his
ass, knowing that she must be leaving the mark
of her nails on his skin...and quite pleased at the idea.
He began to pump harder and faster, abandoning any
thought of control. His hips met hers with a loud slap-
ping sound, eliciting small grunts of pleasure from them
both.
When he tried to slow himself down, he was shocked
to hear her say, "More..please...I...I need...."
Delighted, he smiled down at her. "I'll give you all you
want, sweetness. Everything is for you...my little angel."
He sped up the pace of his thrusts, remembering to
angle himself so his shaft rubbed against her clit
with each stroke.
Buffy could feel a straining urgency building in her
lower regions. She felt as though she was reaching
for something on a high shelf, and if she could only
get a foothold somewhere, she would be able to
grasp it.
As always, he seemed to know just what it was
she needed. Placing his lips close to her ear, he
began to speak to her.
"God, sweetheart...you feel so good...so warm and
wet...and so damn tight...can you feel me, baby?...can
you feel me inside of you?...moving in and out of you...
so deep...yes...that's it...make it tighter...squeeze me
a little more...ah, yeah...my beautiful little slayer...you
are, you know...you're mine...my girl...you're close,
baby...I can feel it...you want to come...you do...and
I want it too...I want to feel you come all around me...I
want to feel it...and see it...and hear it...hear you purr
for me...my little kitten...little wildcat...ahhh....yeah..."
She was so close, her fingertips were actually brushing
the thing she sought. Her hips began to rise and fall
more rhythmically and she started panting and crying
out his name, over and over and over again.
The sound of his name being called in that heavenly
tortured tone was pushing him over the edge of sanity.
Desperate to take her with him, he took hold
of her bottom and lifted her lower body from the
mattress, then started to pound into her harder and
faster, until the chasm opened up and they both fell
into it, with no desire to ever come back out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're my world, you are my night and day
You're my world , you're every prayer I pray
If our love ceases to be
That is the end of my world for me....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not wanting to collapse on top of her, he
rolled over onto his back, bringing her along with
him.
Buffy still had her eyes squeezed tightly clo-
sed. She rested her cheek against his chest,
panting for air as she felt his fingers slide down
the damp skin of her back, then back up her
spine.
She bit down on her tongue and tensed up, but
he noticed her squirming.
"You certainly are ticklish in a lot of places,
little one," he observed with a smile.
"I know," Buffy sighed. "When I was little, I couldn't
keep a secret to save my life. All anyone had to
do was come at me with their fingers wiggling and
I sang like a canary."
He chuckled. "The other children must have loved
you."
"Oh, they liked me well enough," she said. "But they
never asked me to be a look-out." Lifting her head,
she grinned at him. "Now, see what I've done...I've
confessed my biggest weak spot to a vampire."
"Uh-oh.."
"You won't tell, will you? I mean, if something like
that got out, it could really be embarrassing."
He wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Don't you
worry about that. No other vampire is ever gonna
get close enough to lay one finger on you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With your hand resting in mine
I feel a power so divine
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was an odd sensation down between her
thighs, and it took her a minute to figure out what
was happening.
Before she could say anything though, she felt the
wet slide of his shaft softening and slipping out of
her.
After that happened, it just felt like a big sticky
mess, and she would have given just about anything
for a nice hot....
**Oh yeah...the bathroom of my dreams is just a
few feet away.**
Problem was, she wasn't quite sure how one excused
oneself from a bed. Since there was no pen and paper
available, she couldn't ask Miss Manners...so she did
the only thing she could think of.
"Umm...I wonder if I could use the bathroom?" she asked,
with all the courtesy her mother had ever been able to
drum into her. "I really need to...."
She couldn't bring herself to actually tell him that
she needed to pee, so she manufactured an uncom-
fortable look, hoping to convey the sense of urgency
necessary without making him think she was about to
wet the bed.
"Of course you can use it, love," he said, amused
at her manner. "It's all for you tonight, anything you want."
He helped her sit up and was about to get out of bed
when she gasped in true horror. When he turned to
look at her, he saw her staring at the very conspicuous
blood stain on the bed.
"Oh, God...look what I did," she squeaked.
He already knew it was there. He'd smelled it from the
instant he'd pierced her virginity. The scent had been
so heady and intoxicating that he'd had to completely
close himself off from it, fearing that his demon would
lunge to the surface and demand to know the source
of the aroma.
Her upper thighs were stained with more of the blood,
and he had to look away for a moment and collect him-
self, not allowing THAT delicious thought to be pro-
cessed at all.
"S'all right, sweetheart," he assured her. "It happens to every
girl the first time." He shrugged a little. "Doesn't seem fair
that a girl's first experience with making love has to be pain-
ful and bloody, does it? You ask me, I think God dropped
the ball with that one."
She was still clearly distressed. "But this...this isn't my
bed...or even YOUR bed. This is a hotel bed...and I've
ruined it!"
For a moment, he was afraid she was about to burst into
tears.
"Don't you worry about that," he said quickly, trying to
distract her. "I'll tell you what...why don't you go and use
the bathroom and take a shower...or a bath if you'd rather.
I'll deal with all this."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're my world, you are my night and day
You're my world, you're every prayer I pray"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It took a bit of convincing on his part, but he finally managed
to nudge her into the bathroom. When he heard the water
running in the tub, he pulled his jeans on and reached for
the phone.
After punching the number for the front desk, he had a
brief conversation, then hung up and went over and
knocked on the bathroom door.
"Everything all right, sweetness?" he asked casually, after
the water was turned off.
When she assured him that she was managing, he gathered
up her clothing and folded it neatly, placing it on the vanity
table.
A quiet knock sounded on the front door, and he opened it
to admit a young woman in a pink and white maid uniform.
Apparently, the situation had already been explained to her,
for she had fresh bedlinens in her arms. It took her less than
three minutes to strip the soiled sheets from the bed and
replace them with clean ones.
As she gathered up the stained sheets and headed for
the door, he thanked her and handed her a twenty dollar
bill. He'd already told the front desk that he would pay for
the damaged sheets, and the clerk had been more than
pleasant about it.
Buffy emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of fragrant
steam, wrapped snugly in another enormous bath towel.
Her eyes were drawn immediately to the bed, and they
widened with surprise when she saw the clean sheets.
He sat down in one of the armchairs and held out
his hand to her. She approached him hesitantly,
and when she sat down on his lap, she grimaced a
little.
"Still hurts?" he asked, wincing himself at the thought
of being the cause of this pain.
"Just a little," she said cheerily. She said nothing about
the bed, so he assumed she was still too embarrassed
to talk about it, and left the subject alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If our love ceases to be
That is the end of my world...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Glancing at the window, he could see that it was
still dark, but years of experience told him that the
sunrise was no more than a half hour or so away.
They had to leave.
Although he hated the idea, he didn't want to be trapped
here during the day, and he knew that she absolutely
had to go home. He could disappear for days at a time
without anyone noticing, but she could not.
When he told her it was time to go, she looked at him
with such sad eyes that he immediately wanted to
take it back, to tell her that they didn't have to go any-
where, and that they could stay in this room forever
making love to each other.
But he knew he couldn't do that. They both had res-
ponsibilities they had to fulfill, vastly different though
they were.
He had to be the grown-up here...and he hated it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The end of my world....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She gave him directions to her house, and he drove
there a little faster than he should have. They didn't
speak much on the way, except for his asking her
to please write down her phone number for him. She
found a small note pad in the bottom of her tote bag
and wrote out her number, address, and, amusingly,
her full name...as though he might forget it if she
didn't.
He walked her to her front door, and watched as she
unlocked it. When she turned to face him, he impul-
sively pulled her into his arms and kissed her long and
hard on her lips.
It took a Herculean effort on his part to let her go and
to step back, but the sun was on it's way for real now,
and he had no choice.
"I'll call you," he said casually.
Buffy nodded, then watched as he almost ran to his
car and drive away.
She stood there until he turned the corner, then went
inside and dropped her bag on the floor. Closing the
door behnd her, she sighed deeply and climbed the
stairs, tears falling freely down her cheeks.
Somehow, in spite of him requesting her phone
number and his promise to be in touch, she knew she
wasn't going to be seeing him again.
Ever...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The end of my world for me....
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