When Buffy opened the door to get out, Wesley opened his door and got out, following her up to the motel room once he had locked the Jeep up. He couldn't believe that he was doing this, that he was letting Buffy led him into a motel room after kissing her.
He had kissed her. The girl who had despised him so much for taking over her beloved Watcher's role. The girl he had been a right arse to because he had been trying to impress his father, of all people. The girl who, in all honesty, had ever right to hate him. The girl...who had become a beautiful woman with an edge to her obviously brought on by two losses so close to each other
( ... )
As Buffy kissed Wesley, her thoughts drifted to her friends in Sunnydale. What would they say if they knew what she was doing? She remembered how she'd felt when Parker had gotten her into bed, and cast her aside the next day. It hurt, but she also learned that sex wasn't about love and caring. Sometimes it was about feeling something when nothing else gave you pleasure
( ... )
The sight of Buffy without her bra caused Wesley to swallow as he felt himself stirring, his jeans becoming tight. He had never allowed himself to think of Buffy this way - after all, he was there to be her Watcher, and she had been underage.
But now, she was a beautiful woman, there on the bed, breasts bared to him, her hand reaching into his jeans. He groaned as her hand slipped into his boxers and wrapped around his cock. When she reached past them, he saw her pull a condom out of the nightstand.
They were really going to do this.
As he reached up to wrap his hands around hers over the condom for a moment, his hips bucked forward slightly into her grasp. Leaning down, he took her nipple into his mouth, teasing it until it was erect. He then kissed down over her abdomen to her jeans, undoing them and pulling them down her legs.
Once he had tossed them to the floor along with her panties, he caressed his hands back up the inside of her thighs and up to her folds, running his fingers through their wet warmth.
Buffy couldn't believe she was here with Wesley, and had his cock in her hand. When his lips from her nipple, she grasped and started to stroke him faster as she watched him kiss down her body. She continued to watch as he took off her jeans, and then his own. They were both naked. She was naked with Wesley and she wanted him so much.
A groan escaped her mouth when he run a finger over her wet folds and she raised her hips up a little. It was too much teasing for her, and she needed more. She needed to feel him inside of her, pushing her into the mattress. She needed him and she needed him now.
Tearing the condom open, she sat up a little and rolled it over Wesley's cock. Buffy then laid back on the bed and pulled Wesley to her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moved her warm folds over the tip of his cock. Placing her hand on the back of his head, she pulled him down for a hard kiss.
"Do it hard," she said after breaking the kiss. She looked up at him and bit his bottom lip. "Please."
Wesley was amazed at the way Buffy was responding to his touches, arching into his touch...letting him touch her this way. Touching him and stroking him. The feel of her hand was driving him crazy, but while part of him just wanted to press inside her and shag her senseless, he wasn't to going to push this. He was almost waiting for her to realize what she was doing and throw him out
( ... )
Buffy looked up at him and waited. Was he having second thoughts? She knew he wouldn't be able to squirm around since her legs were wrapped around him. She also knew she would let him go if he asked her to, even if she didn't want to. "Wes," Buffy whispered as she continued to move against his cock.
Finally, he pushed himself into her and Buffy groan. Her legs tightened around his waist and finally he started to move. Oh God, she was screwing Wesley. It was the most surreal thing she'd ever done, besides falling in love with a vampire. But, she didn't want to think about Angel right now. All she wanted to think about Wes, being inside of her
( ... )
Wesley had fallen into bed with girls before, but never like this. Never this hard and fast and loud. Normally, he would have been embarrassed by the sound of the headboard hitting the wall, a remnant of all the times he had been forced to be quiet in order not to attract attention to himself. Right now, though, he didn't care - all he cared about was driving away all the pain and loneliness that had been building inside him for weeks, was granting Buffy her wish and shagging her hard
( ... )
Buffy felt Wesley's cock twitch inside of her and groaned. She looked up at him as she loosened her grip on him. A pang of guilt ran through as she realized she had just used Wesley for sex. Back in Sunnydale, she'd hated him, but the hatred had turned into just annoyance and a small part of her had felt sorry for him
( ... )
When Buffy apologized to him, Wesley straightened up a bit and looked at her, slipping out of her as he did. For a moment, he was confused as to what she was sorry for until it hit him - she thought she had somehow used him
( ... )
When Wesley wrapped his arms around her, Buffy clung to him. She'd received physical comfort from her friends, and Giles, but this was different and more intimate. They were naked, in bed together, and instead of brushing her off, Wes was comforting her. Maybe part of her didn't understand what they were doing, but she didn't care
( ... )
When Buffy said she was sorry about Cordelia's death, Wes shrugged slightly. There was nothing she could do to change it, no matter how much he wished there was something that could be done. She probably understood the feeling. Hearing "I'm sorry" didn't change anything - Dawn was still dead as was Cordy. And all they could say were words
( ... )
Buffy laid there and listened to Wes talk. She'd heard about other dimensions before, and had even sent Angel to one. She shuddered a little, thinking about what it'd be like to be in a place where they considered you a slave. Buffy also knew she would be able to defend herself in such a place, but there was no way she could stand around and let people suffer
( ... )
He had kissed her. The girl who had despised him so much for taking over her beloved Watcher's role. The girl he had been a right arse to because he had been trying to impress his father, of all people. The girl who, in all honesty, had ever right to hate him. The girl...who had become a beautiful woman with an edge to her obviously brought on by two losses so close to each other ( ... )
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But now, she was a beautiful woman, there on the bed, breasts bared to him, her hand reaching into his jeans. He groaned as her hand slipped into his boxers and wrapped around his cock. When she reached past them, he saw her pull a condom out of the nightstand.
They were really going to do this.
As he reached up to wrap his hands around hers over the condom for a moment, his hips bucked forward slightly into her grasp. Leaning down, he took her nipple into his mouth, teasing it until it was erect. He then kissed down over her abdomen to her jeans, undoing them and pulling them down her legs.
Once he had tossed them to the floor along with her panties, he caressed his hands back up the inside of her thighs and up to her folds, running his fingers through their wet warmth.
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A groan escaped her mouth when he run a finger over her wet folds and she raised her hips up a little. It was too much teasing for her, and she needed more. She needed to feel him inside of her, pushing her into the mattress. She needed him and she needed him now.
Tearing the condom open, she sat up a little and rolled it over Wesley's cock. Buffy then laid back on the bed and pulled Wesley to her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moved her warm folds over the tip of his cock. Placing her hand on the back of his head, she pulled him down for a hard kiss.
"Do it hard," she said after breaking the kiss. She looked up at him and bit his bottom lip. "Please."
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Finally, he pushed himself into her and Buffy groan. Her legs tightened around his waist and finally he started to move. Oh God, she was screwing Wesley. It was the most surreal thing she'd ever done, besides falling in love with a vampire. But, she didn't want to think about Angel right now. All she wanted to think about Wes, being inside of her ( ... )
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