“Not that kind of a game. A question game.” She rolled her eyes at him. Men!
Uh-oh. That couldn’t be good.
“Wha’s the nature of the question.” Dear Lord he hoped it wouldn’t be anything too personal.
“Well, if you could invite any four people to a dinner party, who would they be and why? They can be famous people, alive or dead, doesn’t matter.” She’d played this game with her friends one evening and a lot of interesting things came from it, giving her insight into the people she thought she already knew so well. It seemed a perfect way she and William could ‘get to know each other’ even if it was only a little, as the game was non-obtrusive in nature.
“Right then,” he nodded, “I’ll play. Do you have to name all four people at once?” Sounded innocent enough to him.
“No. I’ll tell you one of mine and why and we’ll take turns. That way you have time to think about each one. I’ll go first.” She paused, thinking back to the answers she gave her friends and decided there were two people she was going to trade out from her original answers. “Leonardo Da Vinci.”
“Don’t tell me you fall for all that Shiite about there being a code or some such rot in The Last Supper painting?”
“No,” she replied indignantly. “It’s a beautiful painting for your information, but that’s not why.” She huffed. Crossing her arms over her chest, she jutted her bottom lip out and took on the air of a pouting child. He couldn’t resist.
“Oh look at that lip, gonna get it.” He reached across and dragged her unceremoniously onto his lap and brushed his lips back and forth across hers, pouting back at her, mocking her until she relented by giggling and kissing him back. He turned them on the couch so she could sit between his legs while he held her. He hated it when she first sat at the other end of the couch, it was too far away for him; she belonged in his arms anytime she was within sight of him. He kissed the back of her head and asked, “Why Da Vinci, luv, tell me? You have my undivided attention.” Did since he first laid eyes on her too.
She sighed against the gentle kiss he gave her and ran circles with her finger over his arm when he rested it over her waist.
“Well, first reason is because I’m into art. I inherited my mother’s business when she passed, and she always took the time to teach me about each painting that went through the gallery before being sold; that and every famous painting out there naturally. I always thought the Mona Lisa was beautiful, but when I traveled to France and saw her for myself at the Louvre, it took my breath away. The colors he used, how they blended, I could go on and on. But I choose Da Vinci because I want to know WHY she was smiling. Did she have some secret that was so... I don’t know, NOT so secret that she told it through her smile and he happened to have been there to capture it, immortalize it in oil?” She turned her head to see him contemplating her answer.
“Tha’s a good choice. I can see the fascination with wanting to know. I saw the paintin’ too during a trip with my Uncle to Paris. When were you there?” He didn’t like the way she talked about knowing any kind of ‘secret’. He didn’t have any he wasn’t willing to share, but now was not the time, not when they were just getting close to one another on a level far removed from his ‘business’.
“Oh, I went with an old boyfriend of mine, of the rich snobby variety.” She added that last part with obvious disdain in her voice. “We did the whole wine tour thing, the museums, the Eiffel tower, yadda, yadda, yadda. He actually proposed to me on the tower, ring and all, he was so...”
To say her admission was a mood killer was an understatement. Inside he was seething with jealousy. How dare that rich, snobby, ponce propose marriage to his girl. He felt like he’d been beat in the race to be the first to ask her or do something romantic for her like that. Oh, rest assured, when it came time for him to propose, he was going to outdo nancy-boy by thousands, nay, tens of thousands of dollars, you bet your ass. He caught back up with her conversation after his little temper tantrum had subsided.
“... I had to say no, I wasn’t in love with him.”
“I see.” Okay, a little dance of joy was tapping itself out in his head when she informed him.
“Your turn,” she said waiting patiently, since he seemed deep in thought. She could hardly have guessed what his first choice might be.
“I would have to say Robert Burns.”
“Who is that?” She turned her body sideways so they could see one another while they continued their game.
“He’s a Scottish poet born in 1759. Surely you’re familiar with him?”
“No, can’t say that I am.”
“You know the song Auld Lang Syne I presume?”
“The New Year’s song?”
“The very one, luv. He wrote it.”
“Wow. Okaaaay I feel stupid now.” Lorne had said he was highly educated and it was certainly starting to show. “So, why him?”
“Being a fan of poetry, I would like to know the inspiration behind my favorite poem by him, ‘My love is Like a Red, Red Rose’.”
She watched as he closed his eyes to recite the dead poet’s work. She’d always thought it was a weird, overly-sappy concept, a woman swooning whenever a man read poetry; but now that it was happening to her, well, count her in for melting into a giant puddle of goo. His voice went soft, yet was so full of passion as the words flowed over her like velvet her face forced itself into a goofy smile, rapt in the sound of his beautiful deep voice.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Love's like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Love,
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
“Can I just say wow? That was, just, WOW, beautiful.”
He chuckled, taking in her awe-filled expression.
“That it is. Your turn.”
“Well, I don’t think I can beat that, but I’d like to invite Andy Warhol.”
“Ah, very good choice, any particular reason aside from the obvious?”
“No, not really. Just want to pick his brain.”
He hugged her tighter and giggled, loving the fact she was just as intelligent as she was beautiful.
“Okay, your turn again.”
“Alright, hmmm, give us a moment luv, gotta think about it.” He pondered for a bit before settling on someone whose work he was intimately familiar with. “Johann Sebastian Bach.”
“The composer? And why would that be?”
He wasn’t going to get into the fact he enjoyed learning to play nearly every piece the pianist had ever produced, she’d probably think he was a nerd. Well, he was, but so far she hadn’t caught on. She seemed to be enjoying his company as just plain William and he wasn’t about to ruin it by outing himself as the geek he truly was. He never noticed until today, but it seemed if he combined a bit of Spike’s traits along with his own character, it rounded him out a bit more in the personality department. If he had been just plain William, well, he was sure he’d bore her to death.
“I’m quite fond of classical music, and I think out of all the composers of that era, he’s the one who truly defined baroque through his genius. I mean, the way he perfected the fugue in both instrumental and choral form, bloody brilliant. He produced works of music that are imbued with a balance of technical mastery and intellectual control that hasn’ been matched by any composer since... what?” Uh-oh. She had a curious look on her face.
“N-nothing. I wouldn’t have guessed you were into that style of music. Or that you knew as much about him as you seem to. I would have taken you for a Sex Pistols kinda guy. I’m sorry, I’m just... impressed is all. Please, continue.”
Oh. Well, thank God he hadn’t raised the geek alert.
“Well, if you must know I do like their music too, but classical is my first love. I guess I chose him based on my curiosity of wantin’ to know what he’s like as a person. Your turn.”
Holy shit, it wasn’t that he shocked her with his choice. But those facts he spewed out suggested he was, well, not only highly educated but as Lorne put it, a very civilized man.
“Uhmmm, Brad Pitt.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Just for the drool factor.” His look turned to one of disgust. “Hey, red blooded American girl here.” She defended her choice.
“Fine. But you do know the man’s completely off his rocker for leaving Jennifer, right?”
“Completely. They were so good together.”
“Guess it’s my turn again then, yeah?” She nodded. He thought carefully then chose his next selection. “My next choice would actually be two people. So that would end the game for me.”
“Two people? I don’t understand.”
“Well, I choose my great grandparents to be at the dinner table, so that constitutes two people.”
“I see, that’s fair. So why them?” This got her attention quickly.
“They were well in their nineties when I was little, but I remember them perfectly. They would come to dinner at my Uncle’s every week on Sunday, after church. They were the picture of the perfect marriage. They adored each other and it showed. I remember the stories my great grand-da would tell of how he met ‘his Lilith’. How he courted her for three months until she was so tired of him coming to call that she finally gave in only to be swept away in a week by his charms. They hadn’ spent a single day apart in their fifty two years of marriage...”
Buffy listened as he went on describing how wonderful their marriage had been, mesmerized not only by the story but by how fondly he talked of them.
“... they personified what true love really means, at least to me. To love and honor one another, through sickness and in health. My great grand-mum was the first to pass. I remember the funeral, the look on great grand-da’s face, how the weekly visits came fewer and far between. He’d lost his zest for life, his reason for living. Then it happened... he died suddenly without apparent cause, three months after her death. The doctors had no real explanation, but my Uncle and I knew. He died of a broken heart.” He took a moment to keep his tears in check, it pained him whenever he thought of his great grandparents and how happy they were, sitting at the great dining hall of his Uncle’s estate, laughing away and stealing kisses from one another when they thought they weren’t being watched.
“I guess that’s what I want... that kind of marriage. I mean, if God sees fit I deserve... after...” He sighed heavily. “After I’m through being, being...” He couldn’t continue, he felt ashamed and became too choked on emotions he wasn’t ready to let go of. How had he managed to let this little game turn so serious on his part?
She wanted to cry for him, she was so moved. His eyes were glassy and she could tell this was an emotional subject for him. He did deserve to have that kind of love, everyone did. She did, he did... they did. Damn the unanswered questions right now, she just wanted to hold him, reassure him he was worthy of what he wanted.
He felt a hand on his cheek after he turned away from her. He wouldn’t let her see him, he felt too raw, too open. He just needed a moment to collect himself and he’d be fine. She tugged on him gently, called his name, begged for him to look at her.
“William please. I’m so sorry, I... I didn’t mean to... please look at me, baby.”
He swung his head in her direction at her use of a pet name with him. It was a first, and caught him off guard.
“Hey. You do deserve a love like that, don’t ever think you don’t. I know what you do right now isn’t exactly, well, upstanding and all, but you can’t do it forever, right? And whenever you are through with that line of work, you can have whatever you want. You just have to find it, fight for it, right?”
He nodded. She was right. He’d already decided what he wanted, who he wanted, and he was going to fight for her with everything he had; and seeing this reassuring side of her only made him want her that much more.
Deciding to try and help him move past the seriousness of the moment, she went for a touch of humor.
“Besides, if you can’t find someone suitable to marry, I’ll drag you to the altar. You said you wouldn’t say no, right? I planned on dying an old maid anyway, can’t find anyone who will put up with me.”
He chuckled along with her. God bless her, she had a way of making him feel better.
“There’s nothin’ to put up with, luv. `Sides, I’m the only one able to handle that sassy mouth of yours, so it might work out nicely for the both of us, yeah?”
She punched him in the arm and scowled.
“Hey, you can’t tell me you don’t love it, besides, you need to be sassed, mister. You’re too cocky sometimes for your own good, need to keep you in check.”
“You’re right, on both accounts.” He raised his arms and watched as she maneuvered her body into a position where she could place her arms around him then snuggled into his chest.
“Let’s not play this game anymore, let’s just watch some TV.”
He gathered her up and scooted their bodies down to lie flat on the couch. He wasn’t about to complain. Lying with her here in his arms was the perfect way to spend part of his day.
They lay there for awhile, not moving a muscle, just enjoying the close contact as they tuned into the movie in which they’d missed more than half of. That’s when the loud buzzer of the dryer went off from in the basement.
Erghh, she didn’t want to move, she was comfortable. Did he have to leave yet? Did he want to?
“Your clothes are finished drying.” She whispered it, hoping maybe he’d fallen asleep, affording her a little more time spent in his strong embrace.
“Mmm-hmm.” He heard but didn’t care. He didn’t want to leave his girl, not yet.
“Do you need me to get them, do you have to leave?” She couldn’t help herself, she felt almost desperate to have him stay a few minutes more.
“No luv, you don’t have to get them for me and no, I don’t have to be anywhere just yet. Unless you’re ready to boot my arse out?” It sounded as if she wanted him to stay, but he wouldn’t be so bold as to presume it either.
“I’m not going to boot you out, but I can’t keep you hostage either.” She listened to the deep rumbling laugh reverberate through his chest.
“Could if you tied me down,” he laid the suggestive tone on thick, hoping she’d come back with one of her snarky replies.
“Is that an invitation?” She raised her head and threw him a saucy grin.
“Why Miss Summers, such talk. I never would have taken you for renderin’ a man defenseless by tying him up.”
“Tit for tat, baby. You did it to me once.” She wiggled her way up until their faces were close enough to kiss. “Would you let me if I asked?”
Oh shit. He’d never been tied up before or even asked for that matter. Somehow the thought of being at the mercy of his golden goddess with nowhere to go had his cock growing to twice its size in no time flat. He moved his hips against hers while answering.
“I’d never deny you anythin’ you wanted, kitten, never.” He pulled her in for a kiss. When their lips met he knew he was done for. The softness of her lips, her dirty little suggestion, he moved his hands to cup her bottom and pulled her into his thrusts, letting her know just how much he wanted her, hoping she would tie him up. She pulled away after a minute to speak to him.
“That’s good to know, but I think I’ll be opening my file cabinet to retrieve a different invitation you left for me.” She giggled at his confused look and moved down his body, elated when he got that lust filled look on his face when he realized what she was about to do.
“Kitten, Buffy, you don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t, but you said you’d never deny me anything I wanted. Are you retracting that statement?” Putting on her best pout, she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
“Oh fuck.” He threw his head back against the arm of the couch. “No, I meant what I said.”
“Good, now I want you to stand for me.”
She stood from the couch and leant him her hand, pulling him up towards her.
She pushed the sweatpants down his hips until they fell to floor and drew him into a heated kiss. His arms quickly wound themselves tightly around her body, pulling her as close as possible against him, nudging her core with his swollen shaft. When the need for air came, she whispered into his ear.
“Want to make you feel good baby, want to suck your cock.” Smiling when he groaned, she pushed him away and sat back down on the couch, signaling for him to come forward with a single finger. “Come put it in my mouth, I know you want to.” The look of pure lust on his face had her underwear wet within seconds, but this was about giving him pleasure this time, not the other way around. This time, she swore, she’d make him cum in her mouth despite any protests to have her body again.
He kicked the sweatpants off while approaching her, unbelievably turned on by her forcefulness. He knew his Buffy was a dirty girl the first night they were together, now it seemed she was coming into her own. He was quite chuffed with himself for having been the one to encourage her, and also the only recipient to her newfound charms.
He placed one knee at a time on either side of her legs and brought his throbbing member level with her mouth, breathing hard with anticipation. She smiled and winked before opening her mouth wide; keeping her eyes trained on his as he took hold of himself and placed the head against her bottom lip, running it back and forth in a teasing manner. She teased him with her tongue until he let go of his shaft and buried it between her beautiful lips, no longer able to take her teasing. If she wanted to suck his cock, well, then he should remain a man of his word and give her what she wanted.
“Oh Christ, pet.” He felt her take him in as far as she could, her small hands cupping his bottom, encouraging him to pump himself in and out of her hot little mouth. Her tongue ran up and down his length, swirling around the head every time he pulled out.
“That’s it baby, suck me, ahhhhhh, take my cock in that pretty lil mouth ‘f yours”. He grabbed the back of her head when she suddenly took him in and opened up her throat to accommodate much more of him than previously. “Christ Buffy, where’d you learn to... never mind, don’t answer that.” It would only irritate him to even think about her beautiful mouth on another man’s cock.
She began a swallowing motion that made her throat constrict around him. “Fuck. Oh god…pet.” She released his backside and continued sucking him up and down deeply before his hand gripped her head tighter. She stilled her motions and looked up at him with mischievous eyes before pulling his cock out her mouth.
“Something you need, baby?” She cooed softly while she brought her left hand to stroke him while her right reached under to cup his balls and gently rolled them in her tiny hand “I know what you want William… do it.” And with that she took him back into her mouth and held still. He held her head in place with his hand as his hips rotated forward, thrusting into her mouth. She’d given him permission to do whatever he wanted to bring himself off and the thought blew his mind, literally.
“Mmmph, mmmm.” She continued to purr sending vibrations from her throat through his cock and into his body.
“God… make me feel so good…” His thrusts began to quicken as the feel of her luscious mouth and tiny hand gliding over and over his length was exciting him beyond belief.
As if sensing his need for release, she tightened her grip around his length while her other hand reached around to grab his ass again, urging him to piston even faster into the warm cavern of her mouth. He looked down to watch himself fuck her face and saw her eyes gaze directly into his, heavy with lust. Oh yeah, she was enjoying this just as much as he was. She began using the flat of her tongue on him now; pressing firmly each time he slid himself in as far as he could go before the resistance of her hand met with her mouth preventing her from taking in too much.
“Christ baby… wanna… gonna cum so hard… ahhh.” Buffy moved her hand under his ass to use a finger to massage the spot of skin between his balls and his puckered opening. He jerked from her ministrations, taken aback from her movement. God, he couldn’t believe how hot his girl could get him, he silently thought she might, hoped she would invade his back space like she did several nights ago. He’d never experienced a pleasure quite like it before; she was his first in that as well and he loved it.
“Buffy…luv, I’m gonna cum!” He grumbled roughly and felt the first drops of release leave his body. The exact moment he spoke his last word, Buffy confirmed his suspicion and pushed one slender finger inside him up to her first knuckle. As soon as he felt what she had done, a shock went through his entire system. He release her head and gripped the back of the couch firmly with both hands as his orgasm heightened, the intensity so beyond anything he’d ever experienced before all he could do was hold on while his eyes rolled back in his head. His body began jerking in slow shallow thrusts spurting stream after stream of his seed down her throat while she pumped her finger gently in and out of him and fondled his tightly coiled sac in rhythm to his thrusts. He didn’t know if she would be able to handle the amount of lust that was pouring from his body, but he couldn’t stop now if she had asked him. He was not to be disappointed however as he felt her swallow in long deep gulps, as if dying of thirst.
Wow, that was quite the mouthful, she thought as she swallowed the last of his spendings. Didn’t matter, she wanted it, loved it, milked him a bit more to see if she could get any more. Nope, that was it. She felt his body start to sag and released his softening cock from her mouth with a plop. He sat back slightly and fell to the side, bringing her with him to lie down. She wrapped her arms around him as he kissed her hair and praised her with sweet words in contrast to the dirty ones he’s spoken while she had him between her lips.
“So I’m guessing you enjoyed yourself?” She giggled when he gave her a bottom a light tap.
“Silly bint. Like you even need to ask?”
“I’m hungry again.”
He pulled away to look at her.
“What didn’ get enough the second time around?” He couldn’t resist, she’d left herself wide open for that one.
“I meant for food, smart ass. And this time we’re ordering out.”
“Awww, why is that, luv?” She wasn’t going to let him cook again? Hell, it would be his pleasure.
“Because I know I don’t have anything except for leftovers from the picnic.”
“I see, well, since you mentioned it, I’m feelin’ a bit peckish m’self, but not necessarily for food.”
“Huh? What does peckish mean?”
“Means hungry, pet.”
“Oh, OH... HEY!!! I thought I told you, you weren’t coming anywhere near my ass, I’m too sore.”
“Please? Promise I’ll be real gentle like, make you feel so good,” he purred. “Please baby? You know I can... know you want me to.” He begged with his words and eyes, trailing a lazy hand up and down her side.
“You don’t have to do it because I did it for you.”
“Tha’s not it at all, Buffy. I enjoy doin’ it.” He trailed a hand inside the sweatpants she wore and ran it down her silky thigh. “You’re like a happy meal on legs; long, gorgeous, golden delicious legs.”
“Ewww!!! You’re comparing me to a fast food meal?”
“Oi, I happen to like Happy Meals, `s one thing you yanks do right.”
She laughed so hard she nearly snorted.
“Admit it; you get them just for the toy surprise inside.”
“Yeah, `specially when I get to use Mr. Gordo on you, tha’s a right treat.” She turned bright red in that instant, looking absolutely adorable. He couldn’t resist pulling her in for a tender kiss.
He could feel her caving as the kiss deepened so he shoved at the waist band of her pants. He desperately sought to rid her of them before she had a chance to change her mind as he moved them past her hips. That’s when she broke away and held his hand fast.
“Why do I give into you every time? How can I... how do we always seem to go from zero to sixty in no time flat? One moment we’re talking and the next...” she let go of him and gestured a hand between them to indicate what she meant. He looked her dead in the eye and gave her his answer.
“Tha’s the power you have over me, luv. Every time I’m around you I... can’ ever get enough. Have to have you... I crave you like the very air I need to breathe.
He had such a deadly serious look on his face it made her shudder.
“I want to ask you something.” She waited until he nodded. “You said that you wanted me from the moment you saw me... at The-Hide-Away.”
“Yeah.” He didn’t like where this was going at all.
“Is this all we have? Is this just about sex?”
Oh shit. He took a deep breath and went for the cryptic.
“I answered that question last night, luv.”
He smashed his mouth against hers, hoping to distract her from asking anything more, even when she tried to break from him he wouldn’t allow it. Thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, he cupped the back of her head and held her there while his hand traveled back up her thigh towards her center.
Dipping his thumb beneath the hem of her panties, he sought her clit, making her jump and then mewl with delight as he rubbed it in lazy circles. She was so warm and moist down there that he wanted to ravage her with his mouth; but she was sore, so he would need to be extra gentle with her.
His kisses trailed south along with her pants as he dragged them down and off her feet. Maneuvering into a position that was comfortable to them both, he opened her up and gazed at her sex. “Beautiful.” He whispered. The skin surrounding her paradise was shaved to satiny smooth perfection, creamy and flawless. Delectable pouty nether lips swollen with desire, glistening wet with her honey... what man in his right mind could possibly pass up such a mouth watering sight, would not want to please her like he was about to?
Careful of her tender state, he directed his tongue to her nubbin first, placing light, soothing licks meant to tickle and ignite her desire with every feathery flick. He heard her hiss at first then sigh contentedly, making him feel more than guilty for being so rough with her this morning. Oh, but he’d make it up to her, right here and now. He would build her up slowly, gently, tease her to the point of begging and then go in for the kill. That way any pain would be overshadowed by her orgasm.
“Oooooo, oh God, your tongue should be illegal.” She felt so raw down there it was hard to believe he could attend to her needs without her jumping through the roof. When he first touched her it stung, but soon after he had her body humming with pleasure, just as he did anytime he touched her... in any manner. He didn’t have one specific style. That’s what she found so amazing about him, the fact his methods were so wide and varied, could change so rapidly from rough to gentle, she could never quite guess what he was going to do until he did it. No matter what he chose to do, it always left her breathless and wanting.
He chuckled inside, not wanting to break the mood he was setting or his concentration. Turning his mouth sideways he drew her clit between his lips, treating it like he would her mouth, giving a series of slow, sensual kisses. Moving this treatment downward, he inhaled deeply. God, he loved her scent; strong, heady, like a ripe peach heavily laden with just the right spices to make his mouth water. Taking his time, he sucked one of her petal soft lips into his mouth and suckled it before switching his attentions to the other. He felt her fingers slowly wind themselves into his hair, holding his head gently but not pulling on him, indicating what he was doing was having the desired effect on her. Soon, luv. Soon I’ll have your sweet nectar pouring over my tongue, “mmmmmm.”
Feeling his voice against her sex sent a deeply pitted swell of need right to her core. It wouldn’t be long, she knew. How could one man have such complete command, complete authority over her body like this? Did it matter? No, it didn’t. She’d given up wanting to understand the how’s or why’s some time ago, finding it easier and much more pleasant to just give herself over and enjoy it.
Placing his mouth at her opening, he sunk his tongue in deep, wiggling the tip rapidly. He felt her entire body quiver in response but he withdrew his tongue to make her want more.
“OHHH, don’t stop. Please, William, make me cum?” Christ he had her wanting it so bad she had no shame in asking.
He loved to hear her beg, so he thrust his tongue in and out of her slowly, curling it upwards when drawing it out. Over and over he did this, gradually increasing the speed and pressure until he felt her fingernails dig deep into his scalp. When her hips began to rock, he knew she was getting closer.
“Yesssss. Oh GOD yes! Make me cum, baby, please?!?!” She lifted her head to the mass of unruly curls planted between her thighs and gasped at the erotic sight. When he spared a glance her way she began to unravel. His eyes spoke to her, telling her he wanted her to cum just as bad as she did. She knew why too... he would drink from her... every. Last. Drop.
When he felt her raise her head, he had to see her eyes, see her passion, her need. They were there, clear as day and yes, she was truly begging him, the desperation etched deeply within the creamy green depths. She had him wanting her to cum too, to hear his name, his name being screamed. He would never tire of hearing her use it, no matter what they were doing... ever.
Removing his tongue and curling a gentle finger inside her channel, he quickly found the small bundle of nerves and rubbed back and forth, knowing it would help send her over the edge. He felt the muscles in her legs begin to stiffen so he placed a thumb to her nub and stroked it firmly in circles, steadily keeping the pace so as not to overwhelm her. When his name escaped her lips in a voice choked with ecstasy, he quickly exchanged the finger inside of her for his tongue.
“William!!!” She pulled on his hair and raised her hips from the couch.
The first drop of her essence hit his tongue and he lapped at her like a wild animal. He didn’t have to worry about hurting her now; her state of euphoria would mask any pain she might feel at what he needed to do to draw her pleasure out for all it was worth.
This orgasm was to be different from the others. The ascension was swift, but upon reaching the apex it lingered, the strength of her climax setting her nerves on fire. The pinnacle of her release lasted longer than ever before. Her body felt caught, trapped at the height of her release, as if it couldn’t come down. When she felt him slide a finger into her back entrance she nearly threw him off her, her hips bucked with such force. It didn’t seem possible to cum any harder yet here she was, soaring past the zenith, becoming dizzy as her mouth opened yet nothing came forth to break the silence.
He filled her puckered entrance over and over, drinking from her as she let go while struggling to keep her hips down. He could hear her gasping for air, needing to breathe but he kept the assault up until her legs shuddered around his head. Pulling his finger out, he quickly slowed the pace, allowing her to come down on her own.
As the last of her quaking body relaxed she lay motionless. There was no energy left to bat an eyelash let alone say anything to the man now crawling up her body to hold her. He used the thin blanket that lay over the back of the couch to cover them both, kissing her eyelids as she sought to slow her heart rate down to normal.
Many long seconds passed until she opened her eyes. As she stared at him, it was apparent she had nothing to say. Didn’t matter, he could feel her content; see her satisfaction inscribed in every curve of her beautiful features. She looked sleepy, so he gathered her close and wrapped their semi-nude forms together tighter under the throw. Kissing the top of her head, he whispered the word ‘beautiful’ and ran his fingers through her hair slowly until he felt her slip into a deep sleep.
A/N: Reviews please?