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Short chapter guys...promise to make it up to you :)
Chapter 21

Buffy hovered over William, taking in his hooded, lust filled eyes and his scrumptiously bare chest. He was, in a word, beautiful. Gorgeous. A God. She was most definitely aroused and more than anything wanted to please him and in the process hopefully please herself. There was only one problem.

"Will, I've never done this before," she admitted.

His eyes widened. "What?"

"Blow job. Never done it before."

"You mean I'm—You've never?—" He was unknowingly undulating his hips
and she could feel him, tap, tap, tapping against her center. It was slowly
driving her wild and reminding her of what treats lay below.

She flipped herself over, facing his hardened cock and took it in her mouth;
sliding down and back up quickly. If he could do it with gusto, so could she.
His long moan of satisfaction was her answer that she'd done that okay.

What she lacked in experience, she could always make up in enthusiasm.
It'd worked for him. Worked well for him. Worked AWESOME for him. She
could feel her clit pulse and tighten at the thought of his mouth on her ---
which, it now was. Her head snapped up and to the side, looking over her
shoulder. Huh, whaddya know? She'd 69'd them without even thinking
about it. How's that for experimenting?

He grinned at her. "Looks like I get more cream after all."

Look at that smug little grin, she thought. She swiveled her head back to
his impressively long and thick member. She didn't have a ruler handy, but
she'd have to say it was at least 8 or 9 inches. She took it in her hand and
slid it down to the base. She fondled his balls and was only half disappointed
when she felt his talented tongue stop its talented work.

"Oh God, Buffy. . . " he breathed.

She grinned to herself and sucked him down again, continuing the motion a
few times. She wasn't getting all of him and it was frustrating. Deep
throating, that's what she wanted to do. Now how did Cosmo say to do it?
Oh yeah, relax the throat muscles. Taking a deep breath, she took him in
her mouth again as his finger found its way inside and he flicked her clit
with his tongue. He sucked hard on her at the same time she took him
down, down, down. And then swallowed.

"FUCK!" he shouted. "Buffy!"

All the way up, all the way down. Swallow.

"Oh God, Buffy… I'm. . . Jesus. . . Mary and Joseph. . . . "

She let him out with a plop. "Good to hear you calling on the saints baby."
Tentatively she licked his balls as she moved her hand up and down him.
He hissed. Then returned the favor by sucking her clit hard in his mouth.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned, undulating against him
and jacking him off with her hand. She was going to come soon and she
wanted him to come with her. He stabbed his tongue at her, doing some
kind of morse code with it and then sucked hard. Engulfing his member in
her mouth she swallowed him again and then glided back up to suck hard
on the tip, flicking her tongue across his slit on the head.

"MMM!!" he moaned loudly and doubled his ministrations. She did as well,
sucking his head hard into her mouth.

"Buffy!" he shouted and he erupted in her mouth. The first shot hit the
back of her throat and she swallowed. The second landed on her tongue and
she swallowed quickly as the third jet filled her mouth. After that she lost
track of how many spurts came in her mouth as her own orgasm took over
her and she came in his mouth. Some of his come dribbled out of the corner
of her mouth and she scooped it up with her finger and sucked his essence
inside. She tongue bathed him lovingly as he did her until he was clean and
shiny with her saliva. She decided she liked the taste. His taste. Taste of
William. Yum.

"Buffy," he breathed. "Let me see your face."

Flipping herself back round, she sprawled out on top of him.

He gazed up at her dazed, brushing some hair away from her face. "You're
going to be the death of me."

She giggled, "Ditto for you."

"You've never done that before?"

She shook her head.

"I'm a lucky bloke then aren't I?"

"Just as I'm a lucky girl."

"Just remember that so you can never leave me all right?" he said sleepily.

She rolled to his side and snuggled up to him as he turned to engulf her in
his strong arms.

"I think you wore me out," he chuckled.

"Mmm…same here. Sleep for a while?"

"Then I want to take my girl out. Let the world know that you're mine
now."

"Is that what I am? Yours?"

"Yep."

"Then you're mine as well," she said on a yawn.

"Always have been," he promised just before he drifted off. She watched
him as he slept, looking so angelic and peaceful. He'd allayed her fears for
the most part that day, the rest would come in time. It was hard to believe
he was still a virgin and that she was his first. She buried her head in his
chest. She just hoped he really didn't grow tired of her one day and want to
try all he'd learned on someone else. The thought brought tears to her eyes.
He was a red blooded British male after all. What if he wanted more?
He'd been breaking out of his shell more and more—What the hell would
she do if he decided he wanted to break free from her?

Her only consolation was that she hadn't told him she loved him back. And,
when she really thought about it, it wasn't much of a consolation at all. She
bit her lip. Who was she protecting now? Her or him?





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