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1.34 am…

William woke with a groan, a knot forming in his neck from lying so still on the floor. He raised himself up slightly and realised that they’d just made it back inside, somehow managing to close the door behind them before tumbling onto the ground where they let their hormones get the better of them. He didn’t have to look down at his stomach to know that Buffy was resting her head there, he could feel her legs tangled up with his. Trying not to disturb her, he got gingerly to his feet before bending to pick her up.

She instantly curved herself around him after he’d covered her in the sheets and crawled in next to her. With a kiss to her forehead, he returned to his deep slumber.

~

3.23am…

Something was tickling her shoulder. It felt like her hair, but it was moving. Why was it moving? As Buffy became more aware of her surroundings, she realised it was just his breaths, warm against her skin. When she looked around, the sight made her heart skip a beat. There was something so angelic about the way he slept; he was so peaceful, so perfect.

She felt under the covers for the hand which rested at her stomach and pulled it up to her breast. She heard a contented sigh rumble through his chest and snuggled back against him when he subconsciously pulled her towards him. Sleep reclaimed her within seconds.

~

9.45am…

She was awake, he could feel it. And she’d proven it when she started to gently stroke his hand which lay on top of her hip. It was a challenge. If he kept his eyes shut he could keep taking in the moment, knowing that he was the sole focus of her attention. But if he opened them, he knew that she’d be a once in a lifetime vision. The voice he found was dry and husky.

‘You know it’s rude to stare.’

He couldn’t help but open his eyes when her chiming giggle reached his ears. She lowered her lips to his earlobe, giving him a chaste kiss before gently scraping her teeth against the skin.

‘Mmm, how about admiring?’

His eyes shone with a bashful smile, a man could easily get used to waking up this way every morning.

‘Not even close.’

Tightening his hold on her hip he pulled her flush against him, suckling the tender skin at her neck and lavishing it with open-mouthed kisses. When he ran his tongue along her pulsing jugular, his hand moved down her thigh to throw it across his waist. She tunneled the fingers of one hand through his hair, the other gripping at his shoulder. She hadn’t even realised that she’d been holding her breath until she exhaled shakily at the feel of his thumb tracing a tantalizing line down the inside join of her thigh. She breathed his name when he parted her lips to gather her liquid heat on the tip of his finger. He chuckled at her whimper when he pulled his hand away. He held his finger up, her desire clearly evident, ‘What’s this?’

Her hips bucked against him when he slowly drew his finger in to his mouth, sampling her taste. His lips held in a smirk as he realised the power he held over her until she pulled them together in a heated kiss. She broke away when his hand returned to her aching heat and he began treating her to light teasing touches around the place he knew that she wanted it the most. He was torturing her in the most magnificent ways and she cried out when he’d brushed his thumb against her bundle of sensitive nerves.

‘Will…please…’

‘What was that, sweetheart?’

That leering look she loved so much fell into place as he rubbed her harder. He took in her pleasured groan, but continued his steady pace.

‘More, baby…please, need more.’

This time it was his turn to moan in pleasure, he could never get used to the way she called him ‘baby’; it was so loving but there was something deliciously dirty about the way she said it. He pulled her even closer with his free arm and ground his shaft against her hip. Her cries grew louder when he pushed two fingers inside her, searching for that spot which would drive her crazy, he kept up the movements of his thumb over her swollen pearl the whole time. He soon found it and her leg tightened around him when he began to rub the spot in slow luxurious circles. Her voice was a lustful whisper.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God. Faster, God, harder. Ohh… want you, need you… inside.’

With that he rolled her onto her back. She wrapped both legs around him and fondled her breast. His thumb still rubbing away, he positioned himself at her entrance hissing at her burning heat. Through the fog of his aroused mind he heard his voice, ‘Say it Buffy, say it again.’

‘I need you, Will. Please…I burn…’ she panted so heavily, her hips arched up and her inner walls screamed to be filled with the velvet hardness which brushed against her.

He buried his face in her neck when he slowly pushed into her, relishing the way she thrashed in pleasure beneath him and gasped uncontrollably. Biting down on his lip to stay in control, he kept his thrusts steady and put more force behind each one as she eagerly started to meet them. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, clamping tighter with each thrust. Knowing she was reaching her peak, he transferred his weight and moved one hand down between them, his fingers searching for her throbbing nub.

Buffy was loving the slow build up. How it started all the way down in her toes and overtook her. The way it felt when his muscles flexed under her touch. But she knew she was in trouble when his hand roved between them, his fingers resuming the deep rub from before. Thick hardness filling and stretching her inside, building friction on the outside; her world was spinning…

‘Oh God, don’t! Please… I can’t! Can’t, nugh!’ she tried to bat his hand away.

‘Can,’ he said with each thrust. ‘Squeeze me babe, drench me.’

Somehow she managed to do as he asked, smiling against his skin when he groaned loudly in ecstasy. She squeaked in surprise when he moved both her legs above his shoulders and thrust harder and faster, her clit continuously brushing over his abdomen. She couldn’t help but tighten her muscles even more. Her eyes rolled up at the sound of his pants and pleasured cries.

‘Come with me, sweetheart. Please, Buffy.’

One last hard thrust and she was lost, her back arching towards him.

‘Oh God, yes! Coming! Ugh! God, William!’

He cried out his release, keeping up his thrusts to draw out their pleasure. His arms were shaking but he felt even more turned on at the way she’d said his name. Still moving her hips with him, she gasped for breath and feeling her orgasm continuing but something still building beneath it all. She lowered her legs around his waist and pushed them over. She fell forwards onto her elbows, their lips just millimeters apart. His hands flew up to her grip her hips as she rode him into oblivion.

~

10.11 am…

Liam put away his key and let out a low whistle as he took in the impressive scale of William’s new apartment. He was supposed to drop off some electrical supplies, but owing to some store errors they’d become unavailable. He knew the up and coming editor didn’t need to be in work until 11am and decided to use this as an excuse to check out his new pad. But hearing the silence which filled the apartment, he’d obviously been mistaken.

He was making his way further into the living room when a low, masculine groan reached his ears. It was followed by another one, just slightly louder and the unmistakable sound of creaking springs and wood. Then there was another moan, this time female that joined the mix.

Stopping dead in his tracks, his lips spread in a grin. For as long as he could remember, William had been devoted to their little family. Not to be crass, but God only knew when was the last time the man had gotten laid. But he knew that this William wasn’t the type for the one night stand; he gave everything in his relationships. Liam was delighted to know that he’d found someone to share this stage of his life with. After all, with everything he’d been through William deserved to be happy.

He chuckled quietly and turned back to the front door, quietly tip-toeing out. He made a mental note to tell Buffy when she called; he knew she’d be excited for him too.

~

to be continued...





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