TITLE: Climbing The Wall 4/5
AUTHOR: Red
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Giles bit his lip as Willow trailed her tongue over his inner thigh, removing the last of the caramel sauce with one, slow lick.
"Bloody hell," he breathed. How much longer was she going to torture him? The jar was empty and he was sticky, everywhere.
"Mmmmm, Giles," she rasped, bringing her mouth to his.
He pulled on his restraints with everything he had as her hungry mouth devoured his. He could taste the caramel mixed with her sweet Willow taste and it pushed his body to the brink. He was on fire, burning with the desire to be inside of her, to fill her with his every breath.
Willow felt his aching need and decided to take mercy on him. ( Herself as well, for she, too was ready to slip over the edge! ) Ending the kiss, she slid her body down his, placing herself right where he wanted her. Shooting him a smile that was worthy of her vampire twin, she took him inside of her, slowly, closing her eyes as she savored every inch of his sweetness, her low, husky moan joining his as their bodies began to move.
Giles wanted to touch her, to pull her to him and never let her go. His hands balled into fists and he clenched his teeth, the intensity of her movements taking him to places he never knew existed. She was an artist, her body her brush, his, her canvas. She was painting a masterpiece, a work of art only she could create. Gentle strokes of her fevered brush covered him, accompanied by a symphony of raspy, breathless growls that flooded his body with the heat of a raging volcano.
Eyes closed, Willow lost herself in the wave of unimaginable pleasure that was overtaking her. Her body began to move faster, her nails raking roughly across Giles' chest as she threw her head back, a wail of exquisite release tearing from her throat.
Willow's lusty howl was more than Giles could stand. Abandoning all, he surrendered his very life to the fire consuming him and joined her, his deep, rumbling cry dancing in the air with hers.
Later That Night..
"Wow. "
Willow looked at Giles. "Wow? Mr. Scholar says wow?"
He sighed deeply. "I am afraid that is all I have the strength to say, my dear," he noted, pulling her closer.
Willow smiled. "So, you liked?"
He chuckled. "Willow, darling, never in my life have I liked anything more."
She snuggled against him, her fingers playing with his chest hair.
"I don't know what got into me," she mused. "But, I kinda liked it."
"Not as much as I, be assured."
They were quiet for a few moments, resting in an exhausted heap, basking in the incredible afterglow of each other. Downstairs, The Floyd record restarted itself and soon the music wafted to the bedroom. It took Giles less than a minute to do the math. Raising a brow, he smiled and made a mental note to play Floyd for Willow at least three times a week.