Acting The Part
Chapter 14
She slipped off his lap, standing on shaky knees. Taking both
his hands in her own, she pulled him to his feet and across the
room to the stairs.
As she placed her foot on the first riser, he made her stop
and turned her to face. Then, he picked her up, but not in the
usual 'carrying over the threshold' way. Instead, he plastered
his body against hers. Urging her to wrap her legs around his
waist, he carried her upstairs.
He paused for a moment so she could close Melanie's
bedroom door. She saw an uneasy expression cross his
face, and she quickly reassured him. "She won't wake up.
When she was a baby, I could vacuum right beneath her
crib and she wouldn't move a muscle. It kind of worried me at
first," she added as William proceeded down the hall to the
bedroom she was pointing at. "But when I told her pedia-
trician about it, he looked at me like I was crazy."
"Why's that?" William asked, pushing her bedroom door
open with one foot, then closing it behind him.
"Because most parents complain when their babies don't
sleep ENOUGH." she explained. "And there I was complain-
ing that mine was sleeping too much."
He smiled, setting her on her feet. "I see what you mean."
They stood for a moment in silence, both of them displaying
a little of the awkwardness caused by the enormity of what
they were about to do.
But, when Buffy finally kicked herself into drive and reached
to unbutton his shirt, he stopped her. "I need you to know
something," he said seriously.
She could sense a warning coming, but wasn't sure of
exactly which side of the fence it would land on. Torn
between breathing hard and hardly breathing, she nodded.
"It's just...this isn't a one night stand. I've had my share of
those and I know the difference. I want...I want more from
this...from you."
A bolt of excitement raced up and down her spine at his
words. "What do you want?"
"I want...everything," he said firmly. "Everything you're
willing to give me."
When he spoke that way, there was nothing that she
wouldn't give him.
"You'd better be sure of that," she said, lifting one hand
to caress the side of his face. "Cause I've got an awful lot to
give."
William turned his head. Closing his eyes, he placed a lingering
kiss in the palm of her hand. "Give it to me, Buffy."
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His lips were on hers before she could say a word, and then
everything else in her mind slipped away. All she could think
about was how good it felt to have this man's arms around her,
strong and secure. She'd been sailing her emotional ship through
storm tossed seas for too long; now she'd finally found a safe
harbor...and she never planned to leave it again.
As his tongue parted her lips, he held her face in his hands to
keep her still. Dipping into her mouth, he teased and explored.
Buffy's hands were clutching his upper arms, her fingers
caressing the hard muscle of his biceps. When his hands
moved around, sliding down to her waist and pulling her lower
body more firmly against his, she moaned softly into his
mouth.
Pulling away to allow them both to breathe, he turned her
in his arms and sat down on the end of the bed. He parted his
legs and pulled her closer until she was standing between them.
Buffy took a deep breath and stared down into blue eyes that
were dark with desire. William stared right back, reaching for
the buttons of her blouse.
There were only five buttons for him to deal with, and once
he had the last one undone, he parted the sides of her shirt,
gazing with undisguised lust at her bare skin and lacy, pink
bra.
The zipper on the back of her skirt slid down before she even
knew his hands were there. The cotton garment pooled around
her feet, leaving her clad in just her underwear.
She felt a brief moment of embarrassment. It had been a
very long time since anyone had seen her undressed. Her
body was in pretty good shape...taking care of a six year
old, a home, and a business kept her on her toes, plus she
had a relatively fast metabolism that kept her from gaining
weight...but having a child caused permanent changes that
she couldn't control.
Her tummy, for instance. It was flat once again, but not as
hard and toned as it had been before. There was a definite
softness in her lower belly where the muscles and skin had
stretched to accommodate a growing baby.
William's hands moved around her back and unfastened her
bra with amazing finesse. He dropped the pink lace on the
floor and licked his lips. "God, you're beautiful."
Buffy blushed. "Well, I'm not the fresh, young thing I once
was," she said, hoping to amuse him. She knew perfectly
well that her breasts were no longer the perky handfuls they'd
been before she'd given birth. Motherhood had made them
fuller and heavier, and had darkened the light pink of her
nipples to a deeper shade of rose.
But William didn't seem put off in the slightest. Actually, he
seemed just the opposite as he leaned forward and nuzzled
the warm flesh of her stomach. "You're perfect," he said
softly, looking back up at her. "Buffy...you've nurtured life
inside of you here." He placed his hand over her abdomen,
his thumb brushing caressingly back and forth. "And you've
nursed a child," he added, laying an airy kiss on the soft skin
between her breasts. "I think you're lovely. Every inch of you."
He was completely sincere. To him, she was the embodiment
of 'woman', far more so than the dangerously thin females that
moved through his normal social circle; the ones who rarely
ate nourishing meals, and who had memberships at every gym,
spa, and health resort on the West Coast.
Buffy was slender, but softly rounded in all the right places. She
had no harsh angles or sharp curves. You couldn't see her ribs
defined beneath her skin, or her hip bones jutting out. She was all
smooth skin and warm, tender mounds of flesh.
Slipping his fingers into the elastic band of her panties, he tugged
them down until they fell down to the floor and she stepped
out of them. Then he sat back and let his eyes travel up and
down her petite frame.
The crotch of his jeans was uncomfortably tight, a situation that
had to dealt with before damage was done.
He turned her as he pulled her down on the bed, then kicked his
shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt.
Buffy watched, so engrossed in what she was seeing that she
forgot to be conscious of her own nudity.
Talk about beautiful bodies. She'd had no idea he was hiding such
nicely defined muscles beneath his clothes. An inch or so over
average height, he was on the lean side. There was no extra flesh
hanging around his waist. His upper biceps were well cut and
strong looking, and his abdomen was a work of art.
He was beautifully muscled, without looking overblown and
heavy.
His chest was smooth, his skin unblemished, and only a
light scattering of gold hair grew on his lower belly, descending
below his belt.
Her silent admiration was interrupted by the sound of his pants
being unzipped, and when she looked up, she found him kneeling
on the bed. Grinning like a teenage boy about to lose his
virginity, he dropped onto his hands and crawled up and over
her, his belt and the fly of his jeans hanging open.
"Hi there," he said, dipping his head down to kiss the side of
her neck. He gave her no opportunity to answer, but immediately
captured her lips beneath his and kissed her deeply, no longer
coy with his tongue.
She could have gone on kissing him for hours, he was so adept
at it, but when he left her mouth to trail his lips down her throat
and find the curve of her breast, she didn't try to hold him back.
His wet mouth closed over one nipple, and she felt an electric
current zap her brain waves as he sucked at her.
"Oh...I like that," she murmured, just in case he was thinking
of stopping.
"Mm-hmm?" he hummed, sucking harder. The vibration his
voice made was an interesting sensation, and she groaned.
As he moved his attention to her other breast, he lowered
himself down until his hips were wedged between her thighs,
nudging them apart. "Buffy," he whispered against her skin. "Touch
me."
She didn't hesitate to comply. Placing her hands on his
shoulders, she trailed them down his back until she came to
the waistband of his trousers. Her fingers played there, inching
just slightly beneath the heavy denim.
Rolling his head between her breasts, he gasped. "Such soft
little hands. I love your touch." His tongue darted out and
swirled around the peaks, licking them with rough strokes.
Buffy arched her back, clutching the sides of his jeans where
they rested low on his hips.
"Push them down," he directed her, sucking languidly on
one erect nipple.
She shoved them down as far as she could with her hands,
then used her feet to push them all the way off. There was no
underwear to bother with.
With her eyes closed, she heard him exhale, "Better." He
then propped his weight up on one arm, freeing his right
hand. It slipped down between the mounds of her breasts,
over her abdomen, then into the 'V' of her thighs.
Before she consciously knew what he was doing, he was
moving down on the bed. Laying between her wide spread
legs, he dipped his head and licked her.
"Well, look what I've found," he said, looking up at her
and smirking, then going back down.
He didn't waste any time, but went straight for the
good parts with another long, slow lick up her labia.
His hands slipped beneath her bottom, lifting her to his
mouth and sliding his tongue all the way inside her.
He took a firmer grip on the cheeks of her ass and
jerked her against his mouth with short back and
forth movements.
Buffy stared up at the ceiling with glazed eyes,
wallowing in the erotic intimacy they were engaging in.
Her fingers groped blindly, sinking into the silk of his hair
and holding him harder as she strained towards orgasm.
Forcing his tongue in even deeper, he held still, allowing
her to grind herself against his face.
Buffy's neck arched into a rigid arc as her natural juices
flowed into his open mouth. When he tasted that, he knew
she was very close and he withdrew his tongue and latched
on to her clitoris, sucking voraciously.
Her lower body jerked hard with her pleasure, and she bit her
lower lip almost to the point of bleeding to hold back a scream
of satisfaction.
Much to her surprise, he didn't stop; he just kept on licking
her gently, bringing her down from off the ceiling.
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William moved back and looked up at her.
Buffy caught the look and blushed, wondering how long he'd
been watching her.
"You still with me, honey?"
Although his tone was light, his need was not. Sitting up
for a moment, he gave Buffy her first long look at his erection.
The only other penis she'd seen close up belonged to her
ex-husband. Comparatively speaking, Angel once again came
up short; weighed, measured, and found wanting.
William's shaft was long and hard as tempered steel. It
extended straight out from his body, brazenly flaunting his
absolute masculinity.
She wanted to touch it.
When he felt her fingers on him, he moaned, his eyes
slowly drifting closed. She squeezed and fondled him
until semen began to leak from the slit, lubricating her
caress. Her hand pumped up and down, making wet
sucking sounds.
He suddenly pulled away with a loud grunt. With his jaw
clenched tight, he reached for his pants and pulled a small
packet out of the front pocket.
A condom.
She'd never had sex with a rubber barrier involved. Angel had
been her one and only lover, and they'd never bothered with
them.
She watched as he rolled the condom on. He tossed the
wrapper aside, and she picked it up to look at it.
"Hey!" she said brightly. "Ribbed for my pleasure."
He laughed. "Only for you, baby."
With the shield in place, he returned to his previous
place between her legs. Kneeling, he sat back on his
heels and pulled her forward until her legs were straddling
his thighs. He positioned himself for penetration, then
told her to look down...to watch...as he slowly buried
himself.
There was some initial discomfort, but it faded quickly
in the face of the gentle thrusting he was doing.
Buffy felt wonderfully filled by him, lifting her hips to
meet his thrusts.
"Oh, yeah," William whispered hoarsely. "That's it. Keep
doing that."
His words increased her arousal, making her even hotter
and wetter.
Her head thrashed on the pillow, and then he lunged
forward suddenly. Stretching out on top of her, he began
thrusting harder and faster, spurred on by her soft cries.
He was almost delirious with the slick and hot friction,
the tightening of her internal muscles around his penis
sending a jolt of pleasure up and down its length.
"Buffy...yes...fuck, yes..uh..." He grunted with each
thrust. "So good...tight...mine....you...mine...ah..."
She heard a roaring in her ears, a flood, a tidal wave,
getting closer, heading for her. Bringing up one hand,
she curved it around the back of William's neck, pressing
his hot face more firmly against her damp skin. The
other hand moved down and took a hold of his rear,
digging her nails in lightly.
Any control he'd managed to hang on to was now
slipping away from him. All he could do was abandon
it and hope for the best.
His hips began churning more powerfully, slamming into
her with a force that would probably leave a bruise. But she
wasn't complaining, wasn't trying to get away, wasn't
telling him to stop or even to slow down.
Her words, panted into his ear, were whispered pleas for
him to go faster...harder...deeper. Never to stop.
"Buffy," he groaned. "I'm gonna come...oh, god...baby...do
it...do it with me...please, baby...please..."
Planting her feet flat on the bed, Buffy rose to meet his
downward thrust. They both stopped, grinding and
pushing their loins together, caught in the grip of an
explosive mutual orgasm.
When it was over, they collapsed, his body falling
heavily onto hers as they both tried to catch their
breath.
"So," Buffy said, stroking his shoulders and his back. "One
down and four to go?"
He chuckled. "Give me a minute," he panted, "and
I'll take a shot at it."
TBC.....
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