"We haven't had a lot of time to ourselves, have we?" she said, a bit out of breath from the last kiss her husband had given her. "I think we should be a bit selfish."
She closed her eyes, tilting her head so he had better access to her neck. It was the ultimate show of trust in their line of work, bearing your neck to someone, and she never hesitated to do it with Rupert. Never would. "Sounds...sounds like a good idea since we definitely want the house and it was so nice of them to give it us," she breathed out, a shudder running through her when his hand slide over her breasts. "Maybe we can start looking for stuff for it too--oh, that feels nice..."
She began running her hand across Rupert's torso and, when she reached the hem of his pajama top, slipped her fingers underneath, touching his skin. "He's fine - has everything he needs although I think he'll be glad to have his own place and feel like he's settling in."
She let out a soft moan when she felt his tongue on his skin. Despite the long trip they had just come back from, she was definitely awake now. His lips and hands were causing that knot of need for him to tie in her stomach, and she wanted nothing more than to just be with him without anything hanging over their heads.
"Please don't stop," she whispered, moving her hand to slip under his waistband and cup his bottom. "Want to be with my husband. Want to be selfish too."
She turned her head and sought his lips out for another kiss.
Giles felt himself stir and become hard when Fred's fingers slipped under his shirt and touched his skin. He loved it when his wife touched him and always found it hard to control himself when she did. "I'm glad," he murmured against her neck before he started to kiss it again. "Andrew will help him get settled in tomorrow. I'm quite sure the two will get alone well."
He pulled away from her long enough to pull her shirt over her head. His fingers traced up her torso and he softly pinched her nipples through the material of her bra. With his mouth on her neck again, Giles reached back and undid her bra, allowing the straps to fall from her shoulders. He slowly kissed over her collarbone and down to her breasts. Giles then greedily sucked on her nipples as his fingers softly stroked her stomach.
"You'll have me," he said, looking up at her. He kissed her back and pulled away with a cheek grin. "But first, you need to get undressed and lay on your stomach." He gave her another grin and started to take off the rest of his clothes.
She swallowed at Rupert's touch and closed her eyes. "I'm--I'm sure they will too. Lorne loves most everyone..."
A moment later, he was pulling her shirt off over her head, followed by her bra. "Ohhhhh," she moaned softly, leaning back when began to suck on her nipples. She could feel the knot of want tightening deep down inside her. He had always, from the beginning, seemed to know just how to touch her, to make her need him.
When he stopped and pulled away, she whimpered at the loss of contact and opened her eyes, seeing the smile on his face. She raised her eyebrows at his request, wondering what he had in mind. But he didn't say, instead getting undressed himself. She watched him for a moment - her husband was so incredibly beautiful.
Slowly, she reached down and slid the slacks and panties she had been wearing off, tossing them off the side of the bed. Once she was completely naked, she looked over at Rupert again before turning over and lying on her stomach.
"Kinda hard to touch you this way," she told him, resting her cheek on the duvet.
When Fred obeyed and got completely naked before lying on her stomach, Giles grinned. "There's no need to touch me right now, love," he said as he pulled himself up and kneeled beside her. Reaching over, Giles carefully pushed Fred's hair to the side so it was off her neck and shoulders. He then started to slowly massage her shoulders, while his thumbs rubbed circles on the base of her neck.
"Before I was called to become Buffy's Watcher, I was a curator for a local museum and every spring we would have tours for schoolchildren and it was quite stressful." He leaned over and kissed the soft skin of her shoulders as his hands moved down. His fingers continued to massage her muscles. "There was always a lot of scheduling taking place and it was hard to relax, so a colleague suggest I see a masseur. I had never been to one and I researched it, and I think I may have picked a few pointers along the way."
Giles ran his hands lower and massaged Fred's lower back before moving over her arse. With one of his hands, he gently pushed her legs apart and slid a finger over her wet folds. He moaned when he felt her wetness and heat. "You are so beautiful, Fred," he said, leaning up to kiss the back of her neck. He loudly hissed when his erection brushed against her thigh and he had to take a few deep breaths to keep himself from coming.
Pulling back, he inserted two fingers inside of her and slowly began to stroke her walls as his other hand snaked under her and sought out her clitoris. When he found it, he took it between his thumb and index finger and started to gently roll it between them. He then inserted a third finger, stretching her a little bit. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked as his hands continued their movements.
Fred's eyes fluttered closed when he started to massage her back. Suddenly, she felt tension that she hadn't even realized she still had beginning to melt away under his touch and his kisses.
"Hmmm...you obviously picked up some great techniques," she murmured.
When he moved lower, he nudged her legs apart, so she opened them for him, a shudder running through her as his finger ran over her. "Ohhhh..." She felt his pressing against her leg, and between that, his finger resting against her and the kisses he was placing against the back of her neck, she was starting to feel the tension coming back though it was a good tension this time.
She gasped when he pushed his fingers into her, her hands grasping the duvet and gripping it tightly. "Oh God, Rupert," she moaned, unable to stop her hips from moving against the thrusts of his fingers, especially when he started rubbing her clit. When he added a third finger, she bit down briefly on the pillow to keep from screaming, not wanting to wake up Lorne.
"No...not hurting," she managed to choke out a moment later. She felt her body pushing down against him as his fingers thrusted into her faster. "Just...fu--I...I...oh God..."
The way she was lying with Rupert holding her made impossible for her to close her legs even though instinctively she wanted to. Instead, she gripped the duvet tighter, her body beginning to tremble until finally she couldn't hold back anymore. Burying her face in the pillow, she cried her husband's name as she began to spasm around his fingers.
Giles started to thrust his fingers harder when he felt his wife start to tighten around them. When she came, he groaned and felt him started to throb even harder. He knew he had to feel her around him soon or he was going to end up coming all over her thigh. Removing his fingers, he slowly licked them clean, moaning at her taste before leaning forward to softly kiss her shoulder again.
When he breathing had returned to normal, he gently pushed her over so she was on her back. Giles looked down at her, and carefully pushed her hair out of her face and smiled. "You're breath taking," he whispered as he caressed her flushed cheeks. Seeing her like that not only made him desire her even more, but it made his heart swell with the love her felt for her.
Giles repositioned himself so he was between her legs. He wanted to give her a chance to relax a bit more before entering her so he leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. "I love you, Fred," he murmured before moving down to softly kiss her erect nipples. He moved up again and found her lips as he pushed himself into her.
"Oh bloody hell," he hissed when he felt how wet and tight she was. Giles took a deep breath and looked down at his wife. "Love you so much, Fred." He shuddered as he began to thrust in and out of her.
A few final shudders ran through Fred as she lay there once Rupert had removed his fingers from her and kissed her. God, the things he did to her. When he nudged her onto her back, she turned, looking up at him as he stared down at her. Usually, people looking at her the way he did at her would make her nervous and self-conscious, but not Rupert, not the way he looked at her with love in his eyes.
She shuddered a bit when he moved between her legs and kissed her again. "I love you too," she responded softly, arching against him slightly when he moved down to her breasts.
Then he was inside her again, and Fred let out a moan, lifting her legs up to wrap around his waist. This was what she had wanted to spend the weekend doing - making love to her husband. Holding onto to him tightly, she buried her head against his shoulder and lifted her hips to meet him with each movement. She was fighting to stay quiet so as not to disturb their guest but was finding it difficult.
"Rup...Rupert," she gasped when he drove into her harder and she felt her breath catch in her throat. She felt herself beginning to tighten again, almost painfully, skating the edge of orgasm but not quite getting there. Opening her legs wider, she tried to pull him closer, wanting to pull him deeper, to sure she could get enough of him.
Then he pushed into her again just right, and everything exploded behind Fred's eyes and deep down inside. She bit his shoulder to keep from crying outloud, staying wrapped around him.
When Fred started to tighten up around him, Giles grunted and started to push into her harder. She was so warm and tight and inviting and he could feel himself started to tumble over the edge. His balls tightened and he let out a low groan when his wife started to spasm around him. With one final pushed, Giles buried his head against Fred's shoulder and let out a muffled cried as he spilled into her.
"Bloody hell," he gasped as he caught himself so he wouldn't fall on top of her. Giles took a few more deep breaths before pulling his head up and looking down at her. He grinned and softly kissed her lips. "No more going whole weekends without doing this again. I forbid it." He continued to hover over her, not wanting to pull out just yet, but his arms were getting tired so he hooked them under her and rolled them both over to their sides.
Giles sighed a bit when he felt himself pop out of her so he pulled her closer and softly kissed her lips. "I can't wait to spend the next two days alone with you, love," he whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair. Just then there was a slight whining at their door and Giles chuckled. "I'll get her." He rolled out of the bed and opened the door. Molly sniffed at his toes and then ran to pounce on Fred.
Opening her eyes, Fred looked up at Rupert when he kissed her and shook her head. "Definitely not. I don't think either of us can stand having to wait that long," she said with a laugh. She looked at his shoulder and saw that she had managed to leave a nice mark there. "Looks like I got you that time. Sorry."
When he rolled them over and he slipped out of her, Fred felt a bit disappointed, the way she always did when he had to pull out of her. She liked the feel of him inside her, the way it made her feel closer to him. At least, though, they were getting to spend the next few days together. "I'm looking forward to it too," she told him, ready to lean forward and kiss him when Molly started begging to be let in.
A moment later, she had an armful of puppy dog licking her face, causing her to laugh. "Guess you really missed us, didn't you, sweetie?" she asked her. Molly responded by wagging her tail as Rupert crawled back into bed with them. Fred snuggled up against her husband while Molly settled herself in the space between them.
"I bet she's going to love the new house and having more garden space," she said, resting her hand on Molly while she rested her head against his shoulder. A yawn wracked her body a moment later. Closing her eyes, she murmured, "I think the flight's starting to catch up with me now."
She closed her eyes, tilting her head so he had better access to her neck. It was the ultimate show of trust in their line of work, bearing your neck to someone, and she never hesitated to do it with Rupert. Never would. "Sounds...sounds like a good idea since we definitely want the house and it was so nice of them to give it us," she breathed out, a shudder running through her when his hand slide over her breasts. "Maybe we can start looking for stuff for it too--oh, that feels nice..."
She began running her hand across Rupert's torso and, when she reached the hem of his pajama top, slipped her fingers underneath, touching his skin. "He's fine - has everything he needs although I think he'll be glad to have his own place and feel like he's settling in."
She let out a soft moan when she felt his tongue on his skin. Despite the long trip they had just come back from, she was definitely awake now. His lips and hands were causing that knot of need for him to tie in her stomach, and she wanted nothing more than to just be with him without anything hanging over their heads.
"Please don't stop," she whispered, moving her hand to slip under his waistband and cup his bottom. "Want to be with my husband. Want to be selfish too."
She turned her head and sought his lips out for another kiss.
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He pulled away from her long enough to pull her shirt over her head. His fingers traced up her torso and he softly pinched her nipples through the material of her bra. With his mouth on her neck again, Giles reached back and undid her bra, allowing the straps to fall from her shoulders. He slowly kissed over her collarbone and down to her breasts. Giles then greedily sucked on her nipples as his fingers softly stroked her stomach.
"You'll have me," he said, looking up at her. He kissed her back and pulled away with a cheek grin. "But first, you need to get undressed and lay on your stomach." He gave her another grin and started to take off the rest of his clothes.
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A moment later, he was pulling her shirt off over her head, followed by her bra. "Ohhhhh," she moaned softly, leaning back when began to suck on her nipples. She could feel the knot of want tightening deep down inside her. He had always, from the beginning, seemed to know just how to touch her, to make her need him.
When he stopped and pulled away, she whimpered at the loss of contact and opened her eyes, seeing the smile on his face. She raised her eyebrows at his request, wondering what he had in mind. But he didn't say, instead getting undressed himself. She watched him for a moment - her husband was so incredibly beautiful.
Slowly, she reached down and slid the slacks and panties she had been wearing off, tossing them off the side of the bed. Once she was completely naked, she looked over at Rupert again before turning over and lying on her stomach.
"Kinda hard to touch you this way," she told him, resting her cheek on the duvet.
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"Before I was called to become Buffy's Watcher, I was a curator for a local museum and every spring we would have tours for schoolchildren and it was quite stressful." He leaned over and kissed the soft skin of her shoulders as his hands moved down. His fingers continued to massage her muscles. "There was always a lot of scheduling taking place and it was hard to relax, so a colleague suggest I see a masseur. I had never been to one and I researched it, and I think I may have picked a few pointers along the way."
Giles ran his hands lower and massaged Fred's lower back before moving over her arse. With one of his hands, he gently pushed her legs apart and slid a finger over her wet folds. He moaned when he felt her wetness and heat. "You are so beautiful, Fred," he said, leaning up to kiss the back of her neck. He loudly hissed when his erection brushed against her thigh and he had to take a few deep breaths to keep himself from coming.
Pulling back, he inserted two fingers inside of her and slowly began to stroke her walls as his other hand snaked under her and sought out her clitoris. When he found it, he took it between his thumb and index finger and started to gently roll it between them. He then inserted a third finger, stretching her a little bit. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked as his hands continued their movements.
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"Hmmm...you obviously picked up some great techniques," she murmured.
When he moved lower, he nudged her legs apart, so she opened them for him, a shudder running through her as his finger ran over her. "Ohhhh..." She felt his pressing against her leg, and between that, his finger resting against her and the kisses he was placing against the back of her neck, she was starting to feel the tension coming back though it was a good tension this time.
She gasped when he pushed his fingers into her, her hands grasping the duvet and gripping it tightly. "Oh God, Rupert," she moaned, unable to stop her hips from moving against the thrusts of his fingers, especially when he started rubbing her clit. When he added a third finger, she bit down briefly on the pillow to keep from screaming, not wanting to wake up Lorne.
"No...not hurting," she managed to choke out a moment later. She felt her body pushing down against him as his fingers thrusted into her faster. "Just...fu--I...I...oh God..."
The way she was lying with Rupert holding her made impossible for her to close her legs even though instinctively she wanted to. Instead, she gripped the duvet tighter, her body beginning to tremble until finally she couldn't hold back anymore. Burying her face in the pillow, she cried her husband's name as she began to spasm around his fingers.
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When he breathing had returned to normal, he gently pushed her over so she was on her back. Giles looked down at her, and carefully pushed her hair out of her face and smiled. "You're breath taking," he whispered as he caressed her flushed cheeks. Seeing her like that not only made him desire her even more, but it made his heart swell with the love her felt for her.
Giles repositioned himself so he was between her legs. He wanted to give her a chance to relax a bit more before entering her so he leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. "I love you, Fred," he murmured before moving down to softly kiss her erect nipples. He moved up again and found her lips as he pushed himself into her.
"Oh bloody hell," he hissed when he felt how wet and tight she was. Giles took a deep breath and looked down at his wife. "Love you so much, Fred." He shuddered as he began to thrust in and out of her.
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She shuddered a bit when he moved between her legs and kissed her again. "I love you too," she responded softly, arching against him slightly when he moved down to her breasts.
Then he was inside her again, and Fred let out a moan, lifting her legs up to wrap around his waist. This was what she had wanted to spend the weekend doing - making love to her husband. Holding onto to him tightly, she buried her head against his shoulder and lifted her hips to meet him with each movement. She was fighting to stay quiet so as not to disturb their guest but was finding it difficult.
"Rup...Rupert," she gasped when he drove into her harder and she felt her breath catch in her throat. She felt herself beginning to tighten again, almost painfully, skating the edge of orgasm but not quite getting there. Opening her legs wider, she tried to pull him closer, wanting to pull him deeper, to sure she could get enough of him.
Then he pushed into her again just right, and everything exploded behind Fred's eyes and deep down inside. She bit his shoulder to keep from crying outloud, staying wrapped around him.
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"Bloody hell," he gasped as he caught himself so he wouldn't fall on top of her. Giles took a few more deep breaths before pulling his head up and looking down at her. He grinned and softly kissed her lips. "No more going whole weekends without doing this again. I forbid it." He continued to hover over her, not wanting to pull out just yet, but his arms were getting tired so he hooked them under her and rolled them both over to their sides.
Giles sighed a bit when he felt himself pop out of her so he pulled her closer and softly kissed her lips. "I can't wait to spend the next two days alone with you, love," he whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair. Just then there was a slight whining at their door and Giles chuckled. "I'll get her." He rolled out of the bed and opened the door. Molly sniffed at his toes and then ran to pounce on Fred.
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When he rolled them over and he slipped out of her, Fred felt a bit disappointed, the way she always did when he had to pull out of her. She liked the feel of him inside her, the way it made her feel closer to him. At least, though, they were getting to spend the next few days together. "I'm looking forward to it too," she told him, ready to lean forward and kiss him when Molly started begging to be let in.
A moment later, she had an armful of puppy dog licking her face, causing her to laugh. "Guess you really missed us, didn't you, sweetie?" she asked her. Molly responded by wagging her tail as Rupert crawled back into bed with them. Fred snuggled up against her husband while Molly settled herself in the space between them.
"I bet she's going to love the new house and having more garden space," she said, resting her hand on Molly while she rested her head against his shoulder. A yawn wracked her body a moment later. Closing her eyes, she murmured, "I think the flight's starting to catch up with me now."
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