Title: Belonging (8/12)
Author: Luisa
Email: leyjd@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, they belong to Joss et al. I'm just playin' with them... giving them what they *really* want before handing them back as if they'd never been touched. <Innocent smile>
Feedback: Pretty, pretty please. with Giles on top?
Before she could say anymore, Buffy found her mouth covered by Giles' hot lips, his tongue pressing against them, demanding entry. She willingly complied, allowing herself to be swept along on the waves of passion Giles was stirring between them. He continued to press against her, his hardness heightening her arousal as he pushed more firmly. She moaned into his lips, sliding her arms down his back to his firm buttocks, squeezing them with a sense of urgency.
He let out a strangled groan, tearing his lips from hers. "Oh Buffy... I love you so much..." He continued murmuring words of love as he planted passionate kisses down her neck and collarbone. "And... I... want... you..." He slid a hand to work her buttons undone, following his fingers with his lips, "... so... very... very... much..."
She fidgeted beneath him; desperate for more of the feelings he was awakening within her... feelings that not one of her lovers had ever invoked in her before. He continued trailing gentle, promise-filled kisses down the valley between her breasts and to her belly button as he finished undoing her buttons, and she whimpered, begging for more. Being a true gentleman, he kept his wordless promises, returning his lips gradually upwards, relishing the taste of her skin, as the kisses grew more passionate - licking, nipping, and sucking at her; devouring her.
"Giles! Oh! Never stop..."
He could only let out a muffled groan as he continued to ravage her, his lips finding the soft swell of her breast beneath her bra. Sliding his arms beneath her, he raised her off the bed slightly, tugging at the thin material with his teeth as he undid the clasps at the back. Pulling away from her slightly, he gazed down at her and felt an ache settle within him as he took in her appearance: swollen lips, ragged breathing, glistening skin, flushed cheeks... eyes smouldering with desire. He was stunned that it was he who affected her in such a way. He groaned once more, lifting her up to him so he could slide her shirt off her arms. "You are so..." he kissed her shoulders as the shirt fell freely off her body, "...exquisite... and so..." he moved his kisses to the brow of her cleavage and she sucked in a loud breath in anticipation, "...perfect... and," he relieved the pressure of his kisses, trickling them teasingly between her breasts, "...you're... all..."
She whimpered under his ministrations, raising her hands to his head, winding her fingers through his hair and pushing herself against his erection. "God, Giles, please..." She pushed his head into her valley, still moaning.
"Mine," he finished, although the word was practically unheard as she buried his face against her skin. She clutched at him, desperate to take their intimacy to the next level, and he willingly complied, trailing his tongue across her breast to capture her taut nipple in his mouth. She gasped, throwing her head back and clutching him more firmly as she experienced the hotness of his mouth. He lowered her back to the bed, still feasting on her, alternating between each nipple. When she was beneath him once more, he brought his hand around to caress whichever nipple was free.
In response, Buffy felt like she was sitting on a firework waiting to explode. It seemed that everything within her had spontaneously combust, sending liquid fire travelling through her. She constantly writhed, moaning beneath her Watcher, one moment grasping his head, the next his butt cheeks as he moved from her breasts to her neck and back again. She couldn't believe that Giles had gotten her so aroused simply by ravaging her breasts. "More... please, more..." As he moved upwards once more, she shifted down, and slid her hands to his front and squeezed his cock.
He let out a strangled groan into her skin and left her nipples, trailing his lips south of her breasts to her navel, plundering it with his tongue. Another sharp gasp escaped the Slayer, and she tightened her grip on him with one hand and fumbling with his buttons with the other. Again he groaned as her fingers succeeded in undoing first his buttons, followed swiftly by his fly. "Bloody hell, Buffy! What are you doing to me?" Electricity shot though him, leaving nerve endings tingling in its wake as one of her small hands slid beneath his underwear and encircled him, tightening around him, rubbing along his hard length.
She paused in her ministrations, smiling innocently at him. "I don't know." She gave a small shrug. "What am I doing to you?" She squeezed him gently and he drew a ragged breath at her touch.
"You're... you've... you've set me on fire Buffy. And I don't think it can ever be extinguished."