Title: "Cell Phones: Gotta Love Those Anytime Minutes!"
Author: Weezer
Summary: Giles and Jenny reach out and touch each other over the miles, while she’s up in Northern California on a retreat.
(AU: Jenny was not killed for plot development or mere shock value, is alive and well, and she and Giles have made up and been happily shagging—er, dating for two months.)
Spoilers: (None really. Unless you never saw the second season where Giles and Jenny start to date, albeit briefly, in which case I’ve just divulged that fact. Ooops. J)
Pairing: G/J
Rating: NC-17 (And not for the language, although that gets kinda raunchy too!)
Feedback: Welcome!
Use: No problem. If you want it, just ask Weez2424@aol.com
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine (belong to Joss-The-Brilliant, et al.), and I'm just having fun with them.

Enjoy...

Giles entered his apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot. It slammed harder than necessary, and he took a moment to enjoy the sound that echoed off the walls of his flat before tossing his briefcase and coat in the corner. That was probably the first time his coat rack had gone unused since he'd bought it. A satisfied smirk played on his lips. The mini-rebellion felt good; familiar yet sufficiently diluted to be somewhat civil.

His eyes went to the answering machine; no blinking red light. No message. He headed over to the couch. Finally giving in to his daylong battle against gravity, he hit the couch with a thud. He turned his body, lying back against the arm rest as he spread his legs out down the couch. Taking in a deep breath, he held it for a few moments, and then let out a long, tortured sigh.

It had been a hellish two days. Giles never wanted to see another box or, at the moment, another book again. He chuckled at the dramatic gasps he'd likely hear if Buffy and the others caught him uttering those words. But he had spent the past two days, long and arduous 14-hour days, unloading and unpacking boxes and cataloging and shelving the new shipment of books for the library. He really hadn't intended to be so thorough in updating the library, but it wasn't often the budget included such a significant pool of money for new editions. Truthfully, it was also a distraction to keep his mind off the fact that Jenny had been gone for eight days now. Eight days. He had to laugh, especially when he realized how irritable he had been with the kids this week. Unfortunately, Xander's assessment of the situation was probably more astute than Giles would ever admit.

Ever since Jenny had left for Northern California, Giles had been counting the days. God, he had gone so long without female companionship over the past several years, he'd almost gotten used to. Almost.  But now, as Xander so eloquently put it, that Giles he was "getting some" on a regular basis, a mere day without Jenny made him restless. And today was the 8th day on this blasted wagon of celibacy. Giles had surpassed restless by the day three, and was working his way up to complete insanity. Jenny's phone calls had helped immensely. He took a moment from his thoughts to double check the answering machine; nope, still no red blinking light. He turned back and laid his forearm across his forehead. God, just hearing her voice, let alone the things she'd say, suggest, describe . . . his eyes glazed over at the memory of their last conversation. He let out another chuckle and shook his head – here lies the body of a 47-year old man reduced to phone sex. Well, at least he wasn't paying for it!

Giles let out another sigh. What he wouldn't give for Jenny to be here right now. But she wasn't to return for another two days. How on earth was he going to survive another 48 bloody hours? Why did she have to go off on some long convention about the uses of the Internet in communicating with the spirit world anyway? And, could anyone possibly stretch such a topic out over 10 days?

He had really wanted to go with her, not so much for the topic as for the opportunity to spend a weekend with her in a place that was not Sunnydale. They hadn't had any time alone together in so long. And their relationship was still so new. The intensity had not subsided one bit since their first night together; if anything it had increased. But the realities of his life, his calling, made for limited opportunities to be alone. The kids always seemed to be around or bursting in at the most inopportune times. It made his little escapes with Jenny to his library office occur less and less often. He missed the spontaneity it had offered and, admittedly, the hint of danger at being caught. Right now he was imagining Jenny giving him one of her massages. His neck was one big knot, and his shoulders and back were so sore from all the lifting and shelving, he was sure he'd need a chiropractor. But her hands were truly magical. Within mere moments of touching him, she could have him melting into a puddle of complete relaxation. Of course, those same hands could just as easily turn him into a solid mass of sexual tension. The corner of his mouth curled up at the thought. God, he wanted to be next to her right now. He missed sleeping with her, even just feeling her body nestled against his.

The last several weeks, he had taken to staying over at her house. The kids continued to burst in, unannounced, as if they had adopted his flat as their home away from home, no knocking required. He had hoped they would have developed some manners once he'd found a social life, but they just seemed even more eager to embarrass him. Youthful shouts of "Busted" or "Gotcha" usually preceded endless giggles or overly dramatic cries of "Eww." Only two months into their relationship and he and Jenny had somehow become the surrogate parents to three teenagers, sometimes four if you counted Cordelia.

Just then the phone rang. Giles turned and grabbed the phone off the side table, almost knocking the answering machine to the floor. He grimaced at the tinge of pain that shot through his back. Should have moved slower probably, but the possibility that it was Jenny on the phone erased all rational thought. His heart rate picked up immediately, "Hello?"

"Hey sexy," Jenny said.

A smile quickly pushed aside any expression of discomfort. His fatigue suddenly lifted, as a bolt of energy shot out from the ear piece, through his ear, and down the rest of his body. "God, you don't know how good it is to hear your voice," he said, turning to settle himself back into the couch. He stared at the ceiling above him, trying to imagine what she was doing, wearing, and feeling, oblivious to the fact that his other hand was playing with the buttons of his own shirt.

"Really. How good?" She asked, dragging her voice out slowly, her deep tone practically dripping from the receiver onto his cheek. The effect was instantaneous.

"Oh Goddd. Too good, I'm afraid. It's torture being so far from you. Tell me why I didn't come along again?"

"You couldn’t get the time off work. And there was that whole Watcher duty thing you were whining about," she said.

"I do not whine," he whined.

She giggled. "Did I mention that Marin County is gorgeous? And the mystical energy here is amazing?"

"About three or four times already. The point has definitely been taken. I am an idiot for not coming along, and I believe I am suffering sufficient punishment without you constantly revisiting the issue."

"Aw, but it's so much fun," she whined. "So next time, when a woman asks you to go away with her to a secluded mystical forest, you'll go, right?" Before he could answer, she amended her question, "Wait, scratch that, next time 'this woman' asks you."

He chuckled. "Glad you clarified that. I've been getting so many offers lately."

"Must be the rave reviews I put up in the women's locker room."

"You didn't," he said, horrified.

"Oh Rupert, you are so easy to rile."

"Yes well," he said, a bit embarrassed at his reaction, but happy to hear his reviews were not being posted in pen on bathroom doors. He'd outgrown that need for ego validation . . . mostly. He smirked. "So what are you doing?"

"Mmm," she sighed deeply, "don't you mean 'what am I wearing?'"

He inhaled sharply and then scolded himself for revealing just how easy it was for her to get a reaction out of him. He could practically see the satisfied smirk crossing her face. Gathering composure, he asked, "So what are you wearing?"

He heard her breathe in slowly and he found himself holding the phone tighter in his hand, pressing the ear piece uncomfortably hard against his hear, not wanting to miss a sound. "Nothing but an earring," she whispered.

He groaned as fire shot through him from the images her reply conjured. Jenny laughed, quite pleased with herself. Giles decided to tease her back. "Only one? Don't tell me you've lost one of the earrings I bought you already?"

"Rupert," she whined. "You're not playing the game right."

He chuckled, "Aw Jenny, how does one play you --, I mean 'it'?"

She giggled. "You know. When two people are far apart, and they have certain . . . needs, they have to improvise. Get a bit creative."

"Really?" he asked, already feeling a little stirring between his thighs. Just the sound of her voice could get him started. He kicked his shoes off and they landed across the coffee table, taking a few magazines and a candle with them to the floor. He stretched his legs back out on the couch and made himself more comfortable. "Just what did you have in mind?"

He heard her huff again. He could feel her glare from hundreds of miles away. "I told you what I'm wearing, now you tell me what you're wearing. No wait, that's not going to be sexy, I can already guess what you're wearing -- corduroy slacks, a long-sleeved shirt and a tie. Oh Rupert, tell me you at least took your shoes off."

He chuckled, then admitted, "Only just."

She laughed as well. "I guess that's something."

"So you don't think my clothes are sexy?" he whined.

"Of course I do Rupert. You're the sexiest. I just love the way you leave everything to my imagination; it keeps it in shape."

"Really? And just how in shape is your imagination," he asked.

"You're about to find out."

He grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself already. The stress from the day still lingered in his muscles, but his mood was quickly improving. If he couldn't have Jenny here, this was certainly a nice substitution. "So now that you know what I'm wearing, is there something else you'd like to know?"

"Where are your hands?" she asked.

He let out a full laugh and heard her giggle in response. "Currently one is holding the phone and the other is resting on my stomach. Was there somewhere else they should be?"

"Oh yeah, but Marin Count is 400 miles away. We'll have to find something to keep them busy," she said.

"Indeed," he said completely amused.

"First, let's get rid of the tie," she instructed.

"All right." He reached up and loosened the tie. It felt more like a noose and he fought a bit to free himself of the restriction. "Hang on a sec," he said as he put the cordless phone on his stomach. He had to resort to two hands in order to get the bloody thing off. When he finally succeeded, he threw it across the room with a frustrated huff. Picking up the phone, he answered, "Done."

"You're a bit breathless, Rupert. You weren't cheating were you?"

"No," he said, annoyed. "Blasted tie was more like a noose."

She chuckled. "Good. It's nice to see you can follow directions."

"Did I mention how much I love it when you tell me what to do," he asked.

"Oh right. And is that why you whine every time I tell you to put your catalog system on-line?"

He chuckled, deciding not to tell her that he'd spent the past two days cataloging over two hundred new books, using the good old, paper-driven, card catalog system.

"What's so amusing?" she asked.

"Oh nothing," he said. "Just picturing some of the little arguments we've had over that," then he dropped his voice an octave and added, "and the delightful truces we've negotiated."

"Mmmm. Good picture to keep in your mind Rupert. I plan on getting that imagination of yours going."

"Mmm, I can't wait," he said. Once again, the vision of her naked, save her earring (which, after two months he was now quite aware of just "where she dangled it") filled his mind. Another flash of heat surged through his body.

"All right, tie's off. Now, how about that shirt?" she asked

"How about it?" he teased.

"Off," she ordered. "Now."

"Mmm. Yes ma'am." He pulled the shirt out of the waist of his pants and began unbuttoning it. He was working faster than necessary as he found himself getting a bit eager for this game to progress to the next level. It made it difficult to get the buttons undone.

"Are you about done?" she asked. "Or, have you gone on with out me?"

"Right here, Luv. And I'm not going – or coming -- anywhere with out you," he giggled.

"Rupert," she gasped, feigning shock, then giggled as well. "Good. Now, is the shirt off?"

She heard him strain a bit as he moved around, and then finally answer, "Yep."

Jenny could picture his bare chest. God, she loved to run her hands over it, playing in his hair and teasing his nipples. She'd just have to live vicariously. "OK, Rupert. Good boy. Now, I want you to run your hand over your stomach. Start at one side of your waist, and then drag your hand across to the other side, gliding your fingers along the waistband of you slacks. Think about how nice it'd be to have those slacks off, but don't remove them just yet."

He did as instructed, closing his eyes and imagining Jenny's hands were the ones caressing him. "Mmm," he moaned softly.

"Good, now trail your fingers lightly up the middle of your chest, running through your chest hair a bit. Feel how good that is?"

"Mm-hm," he answered.

"Can you picture me doing that Rupert? It's my hand touching you. It's my fingers pulling softly at your hair."

"Lord, but I wish it were," he said.

"It will be soon," she said. Then added softly, "Sooner than you think."

"Hmm?" he asked.

"Soon, I said."

"Oh."

"Now move your hand to your right nipple. I want you to caress it lightly, play with it. That's it," she said when she heard his breath hitch a bit. "Now, rake your nail over it. Imagine it's my teeth scraping you, Rupert. You like that?"

"God yess," he hissed.

She smiled. "Now I'm going to wrap my mouth around it, ok?" She heard no complaints. "I'm taking your nipple into my mouth now. I'm sucking on it, while I'm pinching and working the other one. Picture my lips and tongue doing that to you. How does that feel?"

"G-good," he said softly, caught up in the feeling of it. His eyes were closed tightly, and he was so focused on the sensation that his imagination had no problem convincing him that he was not in fact home alone touching himself. 

"Good, now don't neglect the left. Move over there and let me give it the same attention. That's it. And Rupert?"

"Yes?" he whispered softly.

"Let me hear you. I love to hear you breathe, how your breath catches, how it changes.  It's like I can feel what you feel."

"Mm, hm," he said, with a distracted sigh as he felt his other nipple harden instantly in his fingers.

"God, Rupert. It gets me so hot when I hear you breathe. Do you have any idea how wet I am right now?" She grinned when she heard his breath catch a little longer this time.

"I'd sure like to," he said huskily. "Hey, just where are your hands anyway?" he asked. He lifted his hips, trying to get comfortable as he felt his pants becoming a bit tight -- an amazing feat given how baggy he bought his corduroys. She didn't answer. "Jennny?" he asked, dragging it out like an adult testing a child they just knew was hiding something. He gave her another second to fess up.

"Sorry," she chuckled. "I might have been getting a bit ahead of myself for a moment there."

"I sure wish I were getting a bit o' head myself," he replied. She burst out laughing and he couldn't help but join in.

"Well, unless you're a contortionist, you're going to have to wait for me," she said.

He chuckled. "So just how far ahead of me are you?"

"Oh, you know. A base or two. Okay, maybe a triple," she admitted sheepishly.

The baseball analogy was lost on him. "Should I just take that to mean you know first hand, how wet you are right now?"

"Perhaps."

"Oh Goddd," he moaned. "I wish I knew. First hand, that is.  Mmm, then maybe I'd add a second hand . . .," he trailed off, winning him another groan from the phone.

"Rupert," she said, with another giggle. "What has gotten into you?"

"Not sure," he said, giggling himself. "I just seem to be, how do they say it 'on' today." He giggled again and was rewarded by another laugh from Jenny.

"Keep it up, Rupert, and you'll ruin the mood."

"Really? I thought it worked the other way 'round. Keeping it up, I mean."

She took a moment to figure out what he'd just said, because she could hear his voice hang at the end, waiting for her to get the real meaning. Then she got it. "Rupert Giles!" she scolded him. "I'm trying to seduce you and you're making jokes."

He suppressed the rest of his giggles. "Sorry dear. By all means, carry on."

"Ahem," she cleared her throat in mock offense. "Where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?" She heard a choked-back chuckle on the other end, but let it slide.

"Oh, I know. I know," Giles said, mimicking the voice of an over-eager student.

"Hey!" she whined. "Cut it out. And if you're raising your hand, Rupert, I'm so gonna kick your ass when I get a hold of you."

"Yes ma'am," he said, holding back the urge to laugh as he lowered his hand. It conveniently ended up on his thigh, next to the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t resist the gravitational pull toward his ever-hardening cock, so he began rubbing himself a bit. "And I can pretty much guarantee you it is not my hand that's raising up in the air." He giggled again.

"That's it. I'm hanging up right now!" she threatened.

"Oh right," he said. "You've likely reached the same point of no return as I."

"Keep it up Rupert, and I'll show you just how stubborn women can be, and how superior our self control is to you hormone-led men."

"All right," he sulked.

"Rupert, where are your hands?" she asked after a few moments.

"Definitely not up in the air, I swear."

"Rupert!" she scolded him. "Are you touching your self?"

"I'm just trying to catch up, Luv."

"Shame on you! From this point on you do nothing except what I tell you to do."

"I sure do pick the bossy ones don’t I?"

"I'm going to let that one slide," she warned. He giggled as she continued. "Now, I want you to trail your hand down to your belt. Start unfastening it, ok?"

"Mm, hmm," he said, not bothering to tell her that his hand was already there. He cradled the phone with his shoulder and worked on the belt with two hands. Lifting up his hips, he pulled it out of the loops and tossed it to the floor.

"Good," she said. "Now, unbutton you cords and slowly work the zipper down. Don't want you injuring anything. That's my job," she giggled and he groaned. "Done?" she asked.

"Yep," he said, sliding down even further so he was flat on his back, knees bent.

"Now, I want you to imagine me kissing your neck. Hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses. The kind where I drag my tongue across your skin and taste your sweat."

"Oh Goddd," he moaned. "I love those kind."

She smiled. "Now, my hand's creeping down your chest while I'm devouring your neck. I'm creeping slowly, teasing your sides a bit, and then I move down to the waist of your slacks. They're loose enough now for me to slip my hand in. I start with my fingers. Just inside and still over your boxers. Did I ever tell you how cute you look in them?"

"No," he groaned and she could practically see him grabbing himself.

"Now start rubbing your hand over yourself. Tell me how hard you are right now?"

"Ready for duty," he giggled.

"Mmm, let's give the troops a little pep talk shall we? I want you to cup your shaft through your shorts and squeeze it a bit. Feel it react. I love how you react so quickly to my touch, Rupert. It's like you harden ten times more the instant my hands . . . or mouth touch you."

And he did just that when she said dragged out the word "mouth." The memory of her mouth working him flashed through his mind and he let out a low growl. "What next?" he hissed out.

She smirked, quite pleased with herself. "Start running your hand up and down your length. Squeezing and kneading wherever you feel a need to. And don't forget to breathe, Rupert. I'm right hear hanging on every sound."

He needed no further coaxing to start stroking himself. He pressed down hard here and there, and pulled at his shaft through the material, feeling himself harden even more. He wanted to feel flesh on flesh. Skin added to the intimacy, that tactile connection you can't get with a cloth barrier. "Jenny?" his voice came out like a whimpering child.

"Yes," she asked, fighting to hold back her giggle.

"Can I--," he groaned as the heat started building a bit in his stomach. "Can I touch myself?"

"You already are, Rupert."

"Noo," he whined. "Underneath me' shorts."

God she loved this man. He was so easily reduced to a boy in a matter of moments. But she had other plans for him, which required him to relocate. She'd have to disappoint the little boy for now. Oh well, teach him all about delayed gratification.

"Not yet," she said.

"Awww, Jenny," he moaned.

She laughed. "Not yet, but only because I know you don't fancy getting walked in on while you're tending to your, um needs."

He glanced at the door that he knew was habitually left unlocked. "Point taken."

"So, before you can get to the good stuff. I want you to get up and lock the door. Then, I want you to go upstairs and get comfy."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," he said.

"You'll like it even more when you find out what I have in store for you up in your bed," she taunted him.

He groaned and got up, thanking the gods that the kids had gotten him a cordless phone last Christmas. "And what are you going to be doing while I'm moving upstairs?" he asked.

"Mmm, keeping the home fires burning," she said.

"Oh god, Jenny," he groaned as he reached the door and turned the bolt. "I want to bury my mouth in you right now." She gasped. "I want to devour you, feel your juices all over my face. You know how much I like to feel you come on my lips, don’t you?" he asked. He heard her moan, thrilled that he now seemed to have the upper hand. He awaited a coherent reply as he turned off the table lamp and headed up the stairs.

"God," she hissed. "Rupert, I want you so bad. If you were here I'd beg you to just throw me against the wall and pierce me. Right now."

"Jenny," he groaned, stopping half way up to lean against the wall so he could stroke himself. "You have me so hard. I want to fuck you so badly. So hard. So fast and deep that you're screaming before you even realize you've caught your breath."

She gasped. "Get up here, I mean 'there', now!"

Giles chuckled and proceeded up the rest of the steps. The loft was dark. As he walked over to the dresser to turn on the lamp, he thought he was going mad. He thought he could smell Jenny now. Here. The familiar scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. Lord, his imagination was getting good. Giles had just reached the lamp and was about to turn it on, when he heard her voice, "I'm wet for you Rupert. My fingers are dipping in deep, testing the waters, and they're oh so ready for you." He clenched the phone in his hand, as if he was about to jump through the line and follow that voice to her mouth.

He leaned against the bureau with one hand, taking a moment to collect himself before turning on the light. "God, I want you," he muttered.

"Then turn on the light and take me," he heard her say. Only this time her voice was closer. And in stereo. He heard it in his right ear from the phone, but also in his left ear from . . . from behind him? Giles turned on the light slowly, starting to put together the little hints he hadn't realized she'd dropped, eager to see if he was right and terrified of the disappointment if he was wrong.

"Jenny?" he asked slowly. His eyes flew open at the vision occupying his bed, dangling a cell phone from her hand with a grin. Her other hand, well it was otherwise occupied. She was naked, laying back against the pillows, her knees bent and hanging apart, exposing to him the most luxurious view of her fingers completely sunk into her. "Oh Goddd," he moaned, still holding the phone to his mouth.

"Wonders of modern technology," she said, clicking off the cell phone and tossing it onto the side table. "Did I ever tell you how handy cell phones are?"

His eyes went from shock to complete joy. Then he realized he was still standing there, holding the cordless phone to his ear like an idiot. He tossed it behind him and leapt onto the bed. She giggled as he landed across the bed near her feet, his weight on the mattress causing her to bounce a bit. "Oh," she cried out a bit shocked, since her fingers had still been inside of her.

He crawled up to her opened legs and studied his vision incarnate. "How?" he asked, not able to pull his attention from her glistening hand, still buried, knuckle-deep within.

"Well, if I have to tell you that, you really do have a short memory, Rupert. You see, there's something called the birds and the bees," she teased, but before she could continue, he growled and retaliated in the most shocking, yet delicious way. Yanking her hand from her core and ignoring her startled cry, he proceeded to suck her fingers clean.

"Oh goddess," she moaned, unable to even think. The sight of him, the feel of his mouth tasting her, cleaning her, made her even more excited. She yanked her hand free from his and was rewarded with the most adorable pout. "I'm still running this game. And I believe I said if I could have you here there was something specific I wanted you to do."

Giles thought for a moment and then his eyes lit up and quickly darkened as the words came back to him, "up against the wall," "piercing her." He pushed himself up and whipped off his slacks in a frenzy.  Soon his boxers were discarded as well. He fumbled a moment with this socks, almost falling over as he hopped around, which caused Jenny to giggle. Once free of them, he returned to her, his primal gaze turning her giggle into a startled gasp. It was so intense, so thoroughly animal that she had to fight the fleeting instinct to back away from him. He seemed to sense her trepidation and hesitated.

She alleviated his concerns. "Enough talking. More fucking," she said, her voice laden with desire.

Giles growled and before she knew it, he had grabbed hold of her ankles and yanked her to him.  He handled her roughly, and she loved it. Sometimes she just needed him like this. Down to the basics. To feel that passion on such a deep and dark level, untainted by concerns about roles, PC-ness, pretense. They both wanted it and they both wanted it now. The fact that she felt so capable of letting go like this with him, spoke volumes of her love and trust of this man. They truly were a perfect match – both a well full of wonderful contradictions and able to pay homage to all facets of themselves.

He entered her. One sharp thrust of his hips and she was silenced for a moment. She would never get over the shock of being filled by him so quickly, so roughly, so completely. He held her body tightly against him, pressing his hips up into her as if he could somehow make an even deeper and more permanent indentation. Then she squeezed him. Oh, not with her hands. They had reflexively grabbed hold of the sheets in search of any kind of support when he entered her. No, she grabbed hold of him with her inner muscles, the ones that had been getting a thorough work out over the past few months. The ones that had ached with the idleness of the past week, a need to flex, to contract, to be used and to use.

As she grabbed hold of him, his eyes flinched for a moment, fighting to hold their intense stare, lest they roll back in desire. He wanted control this time, and she wanted him to take it. To take her. He growled again, accepting the challenge and pulled out completely, only to sink back into her again, this time even harder. She cried out, unable to hold her position or her tongue. And her cry sent him into a frenzy.

Jenny saw the momentary glint of pride in his eye, and then felt him withdraw again. She half expected a repeat performance and awaited another thrust in, but instead, he flipped her over. Oh God, she thought as she felt juices seeping out of her. He pulled her back towards him, forcing her into an all-fours position. Oh yes, Rupert, she thought. You do listen, don't you?

He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted, while moving them both forward on the bed, until she had the wall within her reach. Uh-oh, she thought, think I'm going to need leverage for this. Before she could even prepare herself, he proved just how adept he was at staking things. His name was driven from her mouth in a scream, the feeling made even more intense since she couldn’t anticipate when his thrust was coming. Her hands flattened on the wall, her arms trying to provide resistance, while saving her head from any impact. He pumped into her a few more times, each thrust, harder and deeper than the prior ones, somehow filling her even more. Each impact of the head with her cervix moved her, to the wall and to speech. Well, speech of a primal sort, that is.

This time after he entered her, he stopped and embraced her tightly from behind, molding his body to hers. He held her around the waist, allowing her body to support his for a bit as he enjoyed the feeling of just being inside her. He was also taking a moment to gain some control, lest it end too soon. He was already breathing heavy and his heart was pounding against her back.

Jenny took the opportunity to catch her breath and readjust her knees into a more comfortable position. She yelped when he pinched one of her nipples in response, pulling her from her reverie. The warmth of his body embracing her from was overwhelming. He was everywhere, filling every sense she had. Taste, touch, smell, sound – oh, except sight, she corrected herself, as the knowledge of the position sent another charge to her core. God, how she loved to be taken from behind.

Suddenly, the warmth was gone. She felt the bed move a bit and then his hands settled on her hips. She knew what was coming this time, just not when. He loved to tease her like that. Let her wait, and then take her when she least expected it. Giles’ hands traced lazy circles on the flesh of her ass, teasing each cheek. She shivered as she felt his tip brush against her entrance, now so wet it dripped down her legs. Her body instinctively sought out the completion it desired and pushed back into him, but his hands abandoned the soft touches and grabbed her ass and hips, holding her at bay. He seemed to growl in protest. She felt a hard slap on her ass as punishment. Oh yeah, she remembered; he was in control this time.

The sting on her flesh added to the mix of feelings playing a tug of war for control of her. His hand now caressed the sore spot, confusing her senses even more. Just as her body seemed to give in to the calming effect of his caress, he slammed into her, thrusting his hips forward at the same time he yanked her hips back. The two met in a powerful explosion of flesh on flesh, flesh in flesh. Both cried out this time, and even he was shocked at the intensity of the connection, despite the fact that he had initiated it.

Jenny switched her hands, one bracing herself against the wall, while the other supported herself on the bed. His hands were busy controlling her, directing her and only he knew how or when this would all play out. He took her fast, pummeling her with his shaft, which by now had become so hard that it slid easily in and out of her entrance. It allowed him to withdraw almost entirely before plunging fully back in, both elongating and intensifying the entry. A man of his word, he truly was piercing her, body and soul.

It didn’t take long for Jenny to feel that humming inside her. Giles had been ramming into her for a bit now, and despite his past performance she was still amazed that he could keep up the pace for this long. He had been alternating between slow, harsh piercing strokes and a series of repeated stabs that came at such a rapid pace, Jenny had the image of a piston firing. She literally felt rattled. The sensations were beginning to overpower her, the alternating pleasure and pain growing so intense that she didn’t even realize she was climaxing until a high-pitched scream was driven from her. Her scream seemed to only egg him on more, his hips unleashing now, completely at the mercy of his hard ass that was working overtime.

Giles worked her right through her first orgasm and pounded her into the next. It was literally becoming too much now; she couldn’t even cry out anymore. Her second orgasm flashed through her; not gripping her and then working itself out slowly, but blindsiding her and coursing through her like lightening before disappearing. Jenny thought she heard herself muttering, begging for him to do something, but what? To stop or to keep pummeling her? The decision soon became moot as he slammed into her one final time, and she heard him let out a loud, painful shout. It carried with it a hint of shock at the intensity of his own completion. His cock pulsed and spasmed, sending wave after wave of cum deep within her. She instinctively clamped down on him, and the feel of his orgasm against her walls made her gasp in delight.  He held her hips tightly against him, as his shout turned into soft cries that tapered until they blended into and became muted by his gasps.

Having arched up when his orgasm first gripped him, he now was completely spent. As the power of it receded, he practically fell onto her back, just managing to drop his hands to the bed to bear some of the weight. Once he gained his balance, he reached up and embraced her with one arm, resting his cheek on her sweaty shoulder, and groaning into her ear before biting her lobe. She cried out softly, still panting herself. "Oh God, Rupert. I’m .."

"Hmm?" he mumbled, still embedded in her, still resting on her, and still utterly spent.

"I’m going to collapse," she said. And then did.

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