“Laughter and orgasm are great bedfellows.”
John Callahan
After a series of uncoordinated movements, the lip-locked couple finally ended up in the middle of the room.
When it seemed breathing was an issue for Will, he released her mouth. While he panted, she took an opportunity to tease his throat with titillating nips and opened mouth kisses. His head lolled back, offering the lengthening expanse of his throat for more of her passionate explorations. He appeared completely enraptured, surrendering to her every touch.
All too soon, Buffy needed more. Eagerly, she yanked his shirt from the waist of his jeans, exposing his chest to her heated gaze. Immediately, her mouth and tongue enthusiastically teased the new expanse of exposed flesh, savoring the saltiness of his skin.
She felt him shudder, with what she believed was anticipation, as he slid his fingers through her hair, and gently redirecting her mouth back to his.
While joined in a heated kiss, Will skillfully shifted their positions, walking Buffy backward until her legs met with the bed, causing her to fall back onto the mattress.
Once there, Buffy propped herself up on bent elbows while she watched him hurriedly strip off his shirt and toss it aside. Her gaze raked over his impressive form. After several sweeps, her eyes stilled on the impressive bulge concealed in his jeans.
“Mmm…somebody’s excited,” Buffy cooed coquettishly.
“You ‘ave no idea, kitten. Now, lose the sweater.”
His command sent a bolt of pleasure through her. She couldn’t do anything but comply. Buffy sat up and slowly lifted her sweater, gradually revealing herself to him.
With the sweater gone, her gaze moved back to the man before her. She knew by his appearance—nostrils flared, jaw clenched, eyes primarily black pools of lust—his control was dangerously close to slipping. God, she loved him like this.
“Come here.”
Buffy held her arms out to him, and he joined her on the bed. Will’s lips tenderly met hers. Soon, gentleness gave way to unrestrained passion. Their mouths, teeth, and tongues dueled, while sounds of pleasure mingled with murmured endearments.
Will shifted and settled between her thighs, his teeth tediously nipping her breasts through the cotton of her bra. Buffy fisted her hands in his hair, holding him to task.
“So long…too bloody long.” Will’s hot breath caressed her sensitive flesh, causing her to shiver.
Buffy deftly wrapped her legs around his waist and skillfully rolled them. Now perched astride his lap, she took control. She opened the front clasp of her bra, slowly baring herself to his heated gaze.
Once exposed, Will’s hands trekked upward, exploring her body. He seemed to purposefully avoid her breasts, leaving her craving more of his skilled touch.
“Will…please…”
Buffy cried out when he suddenly sat up, pressing his erection into the apex of her thighs, his tongue deftly curling around one nipple while his finger and thumb plucked its counterpart.
While Will feasted on her flesh, she reached between them trying to release him from his denims. Buffy felt him smile against her skin, and with a parting nip, he pulled away slightly.
“Baby, please, need you…”
When his pleading words finally penetrated her lust-riddled mind, she nodded and stood on shaky legs to remove the final barriers. Despite her earlier brazenness, a sudden shyness quickly replaced her previous boldness. She knew Will noticed when her hands stilled on the button of her jeans.
“Buffy?”
“Um…I really wasn’t anticipating this so…um…I may not be…um…as neat and tidy as you’re used to.”
She noticed Will’s brow furrow in confusion before a soft chuckle spilled forth.
“I don’t bloody care if you have two Ewoks wrapped around your legs and a Wookiee in a full leg lock! Take…those…pants…off. NOW!”
Buffy wanted to laugh at his exaggerated examples of excessive and unmanaged hair growth, but his desire-rough voice had her instinctively slipping back into seduction mode and immediately following his directive.
Their eyes remained locked while she shimmed out of her jeans. She stood before him in only a pair of boring, white-cotton panties.
“And now the knickers.”
She felt his gaze burning her while she slowly slid the worn cotton over her hips and the top of her thighs. When they reached her knees, she stood and let gravity do the rest. Buffy stepped out from the circle of fabric and using her big toe, playfully flung her undies toward him.
Will caught them mid-air and brought the damp fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. Buffy shuddered from his animalistic display.
“Come here.”
Hearing the identical command she’d used earlier, Buffy sauntered toward him, her hips sashaying with each step. When she reached him, she positioned herself between his parted thighs, but remained a hairsbreadth from touching him.
She noticed his hands fisted in the comforter. Buffy relished in his waning restraint and the power she had over him. Tediously, she leaned forward and teased the expanse of his throat with her mouth.
“Now it’s your turn, Big Bad.” Punctuating her words, she tugged on his ear lobe with her teeth, triggering a hiss of pleasure.
Will released the fabric, tugged her forward and pulled her into a passionate kiss. However, still needing to remain in control, Buffy pulled away, sat down, and slid back until she met with the headboard. Once comfortable, she nodded, silently ordering him to strip.
Following her wordless command, he rose and moved to where she previously stood. With their gazes locked, he slowly released the fastenings on his jeans. Once undone, he tantalizingly slid the denims over his slender hips. Buffy's eyes followed his movements, a saucy smile expressing her appreciation. With perfection finally revealed, as always, she thanked all deities he preferred to go commando.
“Like whatcha see do ya?”
Will grinned wolfishly, tucking his tongue behind his teeth. Slowly, he leaned over to pull off the pant leg wrapped around his ankle.
With one foot in the air and slightly off balance, Will stumbled and hit the floor with a loud thud. Buffy watched with wide eyes as he fell and disappeared from sight.
“Will? Are you—“ Before she could finish speaking, he popped up like a human jack-in-the-box causing his manly bits to flop around with his movements.
“’M all right!”
Buffy continued staring at him with wide eyes, until her laughter erupted. Will loved hearing her laughter. It was one of his favorite sounds. However, there were other noises she made that he loved far more.
Determined to hear them, Will climbed on the bed and grabbed her ankle, dragging her roughly toward him. While she still giggled beneath him, he deftly placed her leg on his shoulder, lowered his head and languidly brushed his tongue over her folds. Her laughter ended abruptly before transforming into breathy mewls.
Now, those are the sounds I bloody love!
Will’s tongue explored every crevice of her womanhood, savoring her heady taste. Switching between deep, probing strokes and quick flicks, he brought her to the precipice of ecstasy without allowing her to fall.
It was as if no time had passed. He elicited responses from Buffy’s body expertly—her back arched, head thrown back, and lips parted in a silent cry. He knew she was close when he felt her hands tighten almost painfully in his hair, and her hips rose to meet his mouth.
“Please…Will…please.”
Her pleas almost had him coming undone. It took all his self-control to not grind his hips into the mattress or even more so, drive into her in one swift thrust.
Will needed her to come at least twice before taking her. Granting her the final catalysts to her climax, he slid two fingers into her tight channel as his lips latched onto and suckled her clit.
Instantly, Buffy wailed as her legs shook with the force of her orgasm. Will continued pumping his fingers into her pulsating heat, drawing out her orgasm while his mouth reaped the benefits of his efforts—her hot, honeyed juices.
With a final shudder, he felt her body relax, followed by a soft sigh of contentment. After a parting lap to her sex, he nuzzled her inner thigh and watched with manly pride when a lazy smile danced across her lips.
Only giving her a moment’s reprieve, Will began teasing her inner thighs with feather-soft caresses. Hearing her soft moans, he furthered his explorations by running his fingertips slowly up one thigh, purposefully avoiding her center, and dragging them down the other.
Buffy shifted her hips. He knew she was seeking out more of his touch where she seemed so desperately needed it. Soon, he willingly complied. His tongue replaced fingers, triggering her hips to rise in time with his laps and suckling. Her heady moans transforming into cries and pleas.
“Will…stop teasing…please…I need you…inside…”
He ignored her breathy request, continuing his blissful torture. Then without warning, he felt her slightly tensing under him.
“Will, why are you hesitating? Are—are you having second thoughts?“
Despite how only moments earlier Buffy reacted to his clearly pleasurable attentions, she now seemed focused on him disregarding her request. Which, knowing her as well as he did, she took as a clear refusal and probably quite personally.
His tongue stopped mid-lick, eyes rising to meet hers. Again, he wasn’t surprised she saw right through him and his actions. Buffy knew he loved feasting on her. However, she also knew he wasn’t a patient man—especially after it had been so long.
With a parting lap, he rested his chin on her lower abdomen. “No, sweetheart, no second thoughts. It’s just…well, my desire for you is a double-edged sword, yeah?”
He recognized the small crease forming between her brows. She was thinking. As the crease deepened, he swore he could hear the gears turning in her head and see smoke seeping from her ears.
“Maybe it was your incredible tongue and hands that have shorted out my brain…but huh?”
Will shifted and moved upward, placing lingering kisses to random spots on her body until his arms were braced on either side of her, and they were eye- to-eye. With a final kiss on the tip of her nose, he tried to explain.
“’Fraid the moment I slide into your heaven, ’ll be a two-pump chump…” Buffy’s brow furrowed more. Clearly, she still didn’t understand, so he elaborated further, “ya know, servin’ up an early-bird special, blowin’ my horn before the party starts…”
When it appeared realization had set in, the crease melted away. Buffy’s eyes widened, and giggling ensued.
Her reaction triggered Will’s pout. To add to his sulking, he rolled off her and flopped onto the mattress in a huff.
“Oi! Laughin’ bout a bloke’s stamina doesn’t help his confidence, ‘ll have ya know. Willy’s very sensitive, and his feelings get hurt easily.” With this, he motioned to his slightly deflating cock. “See, now you’ve done it! The bugger’s pullin' a turtle!”
Buffy’s stifled her giggles and drew her lips into a firm line. Despite her attempts to look serious, he knew she was still laughing hard on the inside.
Will’s pout increased, and he upped the ante by feigning lack of interest in her. He held firm, even when Buffy seductively sidled closer to him. However, when she molded her body to his side, and her fingers began dancing over his chest, each feather-light caress slowly broke his resolve.
He didn’t want to be so easily swayed by her womanly wiles, but they were becoming increasingly harder and harder to ignore. And so was he.
“I’m such a big meany hurting his feelings. We can’t have that. Let me make it up to him. Maybe if I stroke…” Buffy wrapped her hand around his fully erect cock and tugged gently. “his ego, he’ll be much happier. Whatcha think?”
Will eyes rolled back as her warm, tiny hand worked him. Lost in the sensations, he almost forgot she clearly wanted a verbal response. He was reminded when her hand stopped. He tried to snap out of his lusty stupor and think of a response. He would do whatever it took to ensure she didn’t stop. That even meant trying to form coherent words at a time like this.
“Yeah, he loves ego-boosters. Especially when they are so…convincing…”
She seemed to be pleased with his answer when her hand resumed a steady tempo. While her words and hand teased him unrelentingly, her gaze remained fixed on his face.
“Mmm…I can feel him swelling with pride, but I think he needs more convincing. I need to show him I really like him. Do you mind if I give him a little kiss?”
Mind? Bloody ‘ell…um…NO!
Even with his mind racing with a dozen responses, all Will managed was a whispered, ”Yes” before completely surrendering to her touch. From under heavy-lidded eyes, he watched Buffy languidly traveling down his body, tracing random patterns on his skin with her tongue. Once she reached her destination, she placed a lingering kiss to the weeping tip.
Will gasped when her warm lips pressed against his hardened flesh. When his cock jumped, he triggered her brazen smile.
Almost as if she knew he was about to comment about her cheekiness, she unexpectedly swirled her tongue around the head twice and trailed it down the shaft, stifling his words completely.
During her tongue’s leisurely ascent, Will shook with barely contained lust. While the deft muscle flickered and lapped at the slit and bulbous tip, it took all his restraint to keep his hips from bucking. Her teasing was driving him to the point of madness.
“Baby…please…n-need more…”
Gratefully, she complied by wrapping her mouth around the head. The immense pleasure coursing through him caused his eyes to slam shut and his hands to grapple the comforter. When he felt the hotness of her mouth engulfing his cock, he released the fabric and slid his fingers into her hair. With a firm gentleness, he guided her.
“So hot…Christ…that’s it…so good…always so good…”
Will’s hips bucked involuntarily when she wrapped one hand around the base and the other fondled his sac. He felt the white-hot burn of his impending climax. Despite his attempts to prolong it, it was fast approaching nonetheless.
His mind warred briefly with his cock. The argument: finishing in her mouth or inside her. His mind won. With the fingers in her hair, he carefully stilled her movements.
“Luv…need to be inside…please”
Buffy released him with a soft pop. Slowly, she crawled up his body and sat astride his lap. His cock was enveloped by her heat and moisture as it rested in the cleft of her quim.
He placed one hand on her thigh while the other skimmed up her arm, slid over her shoulder and finally cupped her cheek. Buffy leaned forward and captured his mouth.
Soft exploration quickly changed into hard, passionate kisses. Without warning, Will rolled them. Buffy wrapped her legs loosely around him, settling them on the back of his thighs.
The tip of his cock brushed against her folds but never entered. Despite the almost overpowering urge to thrust inside, he waited. Will released her mouth and began focusing on her throat. While he nipped and suckled, his mind started to race.
Even though Buffy seemed more than willing to be in his bed, this all felt like a dream. He feared that the nightmare, what his life had been like without her, would soon come crashing down and take it all away.
His mind remained plagued until he felt her warm breath on the shell of his ear and her words instantly stilled his rampaging thoughts.
“Will, I love you.”
He released her throat and shifted until they were eye-to-eye. Although deep down he knew she clearly meant what she had said, he needed to hear it again.
“Say it again…please…say it again…”
Without hesitation, she complied, her eyes misting with tears.
“I love you, Will, love you so much.”
Sheer elation bubbled within him, causing his eyes to tear as well.
“I love you.”
On the heels of his words, he slid home. Home There wasn’t another word to best describe this all-encompassing connection. He was finally home.
While their gazes remained fixed, Will started to move in slow, steady thrusts. With each forward plunge, he relished the burn of her scorching heat. With each retreat, he savored her muscles tightening and drawing him back in.
His leisurely pace didn’t last once he witnessed Buffy in all her glory. Her eyes glazing over with lust, breathy mewls and pleas for more. Without slowing, Will leaned forward and feasted on her neck. His attention caused the flesh beneath his mouth to redden as the primitive, animalistic part of him demanded to mark her as his.
Pleasurable pain bloomed when Buffy fisted his hair and her nails scored tracks down his back. Will answered with a bite to the sensitive flesh housed between her neck and shoulder.
Almost instantly, his bite triggered her quim to tighten and flutter around him. Even in the throes of her climax, Will never faltered. It took all his power to not follow her over the precipice of ecstasy, but the same part of him that needed to mark her, also needed to sate his mate completely.
His bruising, yet mind-blowing pace elicited her second orgasm and triggered her third. With Buffy’s keening wails of pleasure and inner walls tightly squeezing him, Will, unable to starve off his release any longer, stiffened and shook, following her over the edge.
With his final groan of completion, Will sought and savored Buffy’s mouth. While their mouths explored and teased, his thrusts slowed until they eventually stopped. Releasing her mouth, he gently placed chaste kisses over her face— lingering on her cheeks, damp forehead, and the tip of her nose. Buffy’s murmured hmmms and lazy smile showcasing her apparent enjoyment of each brush of his lips.
With a parting peck to her kiss-swollen lips, Will reluctantly withdrew. He shifted the lower half of his body onto the mattress, slid down, and draped his chest and arms over her upper thighs with his head resting on her abdomen. Once situated, Will felt Buffy’s fingers resuming their earlier course through his hair. He voiced his enjoyment with sounds almost resembling purring.
Will felt the edges of his consciousness blurring, as the Sandman was finally delivering his wares. That was until he heard Buffy’s teasing words, quickly chasing the fabled man away.
“Let’s try not to drool this time, okay?”
“Why? I think the idea of your navel seconding as my dainty cuspidor is quite sexy,” Will murmured into her stomach while his finger lazily traced around the outside edge of her belly button.
“Ugh…that’s so gross, Will! I don’t know what a cupitor is, but I know it can’t be anything good if spit goes into it. Plus, you’re a pig, and since you possess insane pig logic that opinion is just plain wrong.”
William rose up on extended arms, sporting a wolfish grin.
“So says she who’s lying in the wet spot.”
“Not for long!”
Buffy shoved Will by the shoulders causing him to turn over and flop on the other side of the bed. Before he could protest, Buffy straddled his lap. The heat and dampness of her quim intimately cradling his cock, stirred it back to life.
Will grabbed her outer thighs and lifted his hips, creating pleasurable friction without entering. Buffy appeared to be enjoying every moment. She fueled his movements with her sharp intakes of breath and her hips shifting in time with his.
“Buffy—there seems to be a little flaw with your plan, this spot’s dry.” Despite how level Will’s voice sounded, he was barely holding on.
“Not…for…long!”
Almost instantly, she christened Will with her orgasm. He felt the warm fluid coating the areas cradled between her thighs. When her hips slowed, a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile erupted across her lips.
Totally mesmerized, Will drank in everything about this exquisite and clearly sated woman astride his lap. His gaze remained fixed while she lowered herself so their chests now touched.
“Mmmm…who’s lying in the wet spot now?”
Her teasing words broke him from his bewitchment. Taking her words as a clear challenge, Will rolled them and skillfully slid into her in one swift thrust. Dual cries of pleasure announced their connection. Instinctually, Buffy’s legs and arms tightly wrapped around him as his hips reached a frenzied pace.
In a fevered pitch, she cried out another climax with Will shortly tumbling behind. The tempo of his thrusts started to slow, becoming languidly sensuous, and eventually stopping. Pleasurably spent, Will dropped, resting his head heavily on her shoulder.
Their steady breaths, murmured moans, and pledges of love were the only sounds heard until Will’s equally teasing word broke their continual harmony of sated completion.
“You.”
Will felt her body shaking under his before the bubbling of her laughter erupted. Soon, he lifted his head and his deep baritone laughter joined hers.
Throughout the night, the couple playfully continued to “one-up” the other. During a much-needed “time out,” the bed was fitted with clean sheets and they showered. However, their initial purpose of getting clean was impossible to achieve when it was much more fun being dirty.
Finally, the sated couple tumbled into bed. Each wearing a contented smile, they assumed their customary sleeping positions—Buffy on her side with Will spooned against her back with his arm wrapped possessively around her waist—and they fell asleep.
Author’s Note:
Cuspidor is large bowl, often of metal, serving as a receptacle for spit, used mainly for tobacco. Yeah, I know, I took some creative license here.
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Hello everyone! I know I said Sunday...well, it's very early Monday morning so I hope that's ok :) I don't know if you all are still with me, but those that are, this should make your day! *fingers crossed* As always, big thanks to my lovely beta, Sanityfair. Your the best...love ya!!!!
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