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and now i earn my my NC-17 rating, just as a polite warning.
this chapter and the one after it have absolutely been kicking my ass. its driving me insane; so on that note, thank you all again for following and i hope you're enjoying it :) p.xx
Aren’t you cold?’

Quickly pulling his cigarette away, he used his body to shield it from her view and tried to discreetly wave away the smoke with his free hand before turning to face her.

‘Doesn’t feel so bad after a while.’

Walking towards him, she indicated to his hand which held the cigarette.

‘Knew we shouldn’t have got you that lighter. Where’d you get the smokes from anyway?’

‘Gas station up the road.’

When he had seated himself next to her on the ledge, she chose to keep looking out into the darkness as she spoke.

‘Look Will, I’m sorr—’

Lips pursed and head tilted, he stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the neighboring garden. A smirk touched his lips as he took in Buffy’s disapproval.

‘No need to apologize, pet. Both know we could have handled it better.’

‘Yeah…but still, I did throw you out of the house. I’m sorry for that,’ placing on hand over his she was shocked at the coolness of his skin.

‘You liar, you’re freezing. Come on, I’ll make you one of those hot chocolates with the tiny marshmallows.’

~

Back around the kitchen island, William held his drink with both hands, a boyish grin on his face as he watched Buffy put two marshmallows into her mouth before throwing more into her drink. Sighing, she held the near-empty box up in front of her,

‘I’ve had so many of these lately. One day I’ll wake up a big, squishy marshmallow.’

‘Not to worry, pet. You’d make a gorgeous marshmallow.’

She gave him a playful frown over the rim of her mug. They felt the little dent which had formed in their relationship begin to heal. Then, a drop of hot chocolate slid down her mug and onto the side of her fingers. In a reflex she brought her hand to her mouth, quickly wiping it away with her tongue and bottom lip.

Opposite her, William sat enthralled and felt his mouth begin to water. His body ran on automatic when he reached out to catch her hand before she could clean her second finger. Holding her slender wrist, he could feel her steady pulse begin to quicken.

What was he doing? How could he backtrack? Could he even do that now?

If things worked out as they should have, he’d end up back on the porch freezing his backside off for the rest of the night. But his body worked against his mind as he slowly raised her hand and cleaned the liquid from her finger as she had, with his bottom lip and tongue. His eyes never moved from hers.

So sweet.

Keeping his hold on her, he watched her eyes widen and breaths quicken. She bit down on her lip and something clicked. Grasping her wrist tightly, he cleared the surface between them with a sweep of his arm. With his help she jumped up onto the counter, crawling over it before sitting on it in front of him. He gripped her hip as she went to wrap a leg around his waist. He stopped himself before their lips touched and he’d lose all cognitive thought.

‘Kissing you could never be a mistake.’

There was a mutual moan when their lips fused. Buffy was lost in the taste of him, tinged with chocolate and marshmallow. She grabbed at his shoulder with one hand, the other feeling the soft strands of hair at the base of his head. His tongue stroked hers and he pulled her closer by her hip. Tightening both legs around him, she let out a muffled groan at the feel of his hand pushing past her skirt and up the side of her stockinged thigh. He massaged her gently through the nylon, but as he ventured higher and the material stopped, she broke away with gasping breaths. He never stopped, placing gentle kisses along her jawbone and down her neck, sometimes nipping at the succulent skin before swiping away the sting with his tongue.

His hand moved across her thigh and he let out a dark chuckle against her skin when he felt the clasp he’d suspected would be there.

‘When did you start wearing garter belts hmm?’

‘Mmgh!’ she rasped when he bit down sensuously on the join between her neck and shoulder. He took in the sight of her flushed cheeks and lust burned eyes when he fully brushed aside her skirt to look down at her choice of undergarment. A shiver ran down his spine at the black lace and clasp which stood out against her creamy skin.

‘Oh Buffy.’

And with that he bent down to place chaste kisses along the top of the stocking, groaning when he felt her legs part further. Leaning back on one hand, she used the other to run through his hair and massage the muscles at his shoulder. Amongst all the aching desire swirling through her mind, the voice in her squealed in delight that this was really happening. Forcing her eyes to refocus, she tugged on his shirt trying to bring his lips back to hers but pushed some containers off the counter in the process. His hot breaths on her skin were playing havoc with her nerve endings, but this wasn’t the place.

‘Wait, wait! Not enough space. Up-upstairs.’

Pulling away reluctantly he held her body tightly to his. But as he made his way to the staircase, a far better idea entered his lust-riddled mind and he headed for the dining room. Laying her down on the table he went back to her leg and slowly kissed his way upwards, relishing her gasps. His conscience chose the best time to prod at him when he passed the middle of her inner thigh.

‘Buffy, stop me.’

‘C-can’t…mm, don’t stop.’

A low rumble sounded in his chest and he took the clasp of her garter, tearing it away before doing the same to the other leg. He pulled away at the sound of her husky voice, touched with annoyance.

‘Do you have any idea how much those cost me?’

‘I’ll get you another, love them on you even more.’

Bringing her to a sitting position, he let out a surprised moan when she pulled him in for a rough kiss, her tongue running along his teeth. His hand continued the journey up her thigh, teasing the elastic on that side of her cotton black, hipster underwear. For just a moment he remembered back to his days of youth and how lacy, see-through fabrics made his blood rage in want as it did now. She made everything so bloody sexy. His thoughts quickly changed to just how sexy she was when his thumb swept under the fabric, feeling the searing warmth of her skin.

Buffy was adrift in the sea of sensations, inhaling that pure William scent mixed with smoke and cologne. She never knew such feelings existed to be felt, but his ghostly touches were driving her to the brink of sanity. She grabbed his hand between her legs, directing it to the waistband of her panties, encouraging him to take it off.

They both knew that this was just the first threshold which would set them down the lustful red bricked road of no return. She saw his eyes flash with a hint of uncertainty and his arm tense at her movement. She almost swooned at the tender care shown in his expression. She’d done this only twice before and tried to rack at her brain to figure out how best she could show him how much she wanted him to keep going. Somehow, through the haze, she had reached up to cup his chin and gently swept the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip. Her eyelids flickered as she spoke softly,

‘T-touch me.’

A shudder of desire overtaking him, William kissed a tantalizing line down her throat and then hooked a finger in the waistband of her underwear. Feeling the tug, she made her own move, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt from the bottom up.

Now, Buffy had seen William sans shirt on more occasions than she could count on her toes and fingers together. As she’d gotten older, the odd ‘friends and extended family barbeque by the pool’ get together had tested her restraint in obviously ogling him in front of everyone and jumping into those teenage gossip sessions fuelled with comments about ‘Will and the illegality of his hotness’. She’d reached the conclusion that age and frequent gym sessions had only done his body twice the world of good; one year from forty, and to her, he had never looked as physically perfect and statuesque has he did right then.

Reaching straight for his belt buckle, she used it to pull him even closer and placed an open mouthed kiss right below his bellybutton. Scraping her teeth lightly against one perfectly formed abdominal muscle, she giggled when she heard him release a strangled gasp. She did it again, this time on the muscle below adding a swipe of her tongue. Looking up at him, she felt her thighs and inner muscles tense at the sight of him; his eyes closed, head bowed and tilted, biting his lip. And that chest.

Oh God. So hot.

Coming back to herself, she realised that his eyes were open and he looked down at her with a leer. She’d never seen him look that way, but already it ranked at least top three in her list of favorites. Taking a firmer grip on her underwear he asked in a deep voice,

‘What did you say?’

Her brow furrowed, she didn’t remember saying anything. Unless…her thoughts weren’t as confined to her head as she thought. Oh, that was embarrassing. She felt her cheeks flush and she looked away.

‘You think I’m hot?’

‘Just a bit,’ she said coyly.

‘Hmm…’

urling his tongue, he slid his fingers inside her undergarment feeling her trimmed curls and a scorching heat. He sucked in a breath,

‘Could say the same about you, pet.’

Her lips parted in a silent gasp and she felt her hips jerk forward causing his fingers to brush more forcefully just above her now throbbing bundle of nerves. Crushing their lips with a groan, he brushed her labia, evidence of her arousal coating his fingertips.

‘But it’d be an understatement,’ and he took his fingers away, moving them upwards. To his surprise, Buffy quickly grabbed his wrist putting his fingers in her mouth, her tongue gently caressing them.

That put his plans of slow and teasing to an end and he tore away her panties and garter belt with his free hand. Laying her down again, he scraped his teeth on her exposed abdomen while his fingers traced her soaking entrance. Hearing her whispers of want, he used his little finger to slightly part her netherlips before stooping down to suck unabashedly on her swollen nubbin. She thrashed under him, her hands at his shoulders and on the back of his head.

‘Oh G-uh! Will!’

She felt her inner walls clench uncontrollably, wanting nothing more than his talented fingers to fill up the growing chasm between them. She tightened both legs around him. He pulled her back up and into a breathy kiss, his fingers slowing pushing into her. Breaking from their kiss, his eyes rolled back and he gasped at the feel of her pulsing heat. Palm pressed firmly against her clitoris, he curved and twisted his fingers inside her. Buffy’s eyes were wide but unseeing, her hips jerking at the shards of pleasure he brought her. The pressure and friction were delicious and building up so fast. It was her every forbidden William fuelled fantasy come true.

‘Ugh! Ohh mm-yes!’

Feeling his fingers withdraw, she was about to whimper in protest, when he plunged them back inside, the coarse skin of his knuckle hitting a pleasure spot and bringing her to climax. Crying out her delight, he groaned at the sensation of her tensing muscles tightening around him and the warmth of the slick juices which covered his hand. He brought her to the edge of the table and fixed her legs around his hips, grinding his denim covered erection against her clit. Jaw clenched, he groaned and encouraged her,

‘That’s it babe, come for me.’

She felt her climax grow and she pressed herself against him riding out the waves, her head falling back in ecstasy. He was sucking her spendings off his fingers looking immensely pleased when she managed to open her eyes. Seeing her come around, he swept her up in his arms, grabbed the discarded items of clothing and made his way back to the staircase.

Fantasy fulfilled; now they could go upstairs.

~

to be continued...





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