Small Steps...
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Finally Wesley came in with me from the roof, the words before we'd fled the rain still ringing in my ears.
"Thank you for coming back Lilah. I can't promise you...anything."Since when had I ever asked him for more than he could offer? I'd known the score, even back then. No promises. Hell, we'd even made a bet over who'd be ( Read more... )
Finally Wesley came in with me from the roof, the words before we'd fled the rain still ringing in my ears.
"Thank you for coming back Lilah. I can't promise you...anything."Since when had I ever asked him for more than he could offer? I'd known the score, even back then. No promises. Hell, we'd even made a bet over who'd be ( Read more... )
As she pulls me down for a kiss, I move down willingly. Licking over her bottom lip I pushed my tongue into that eager, welcoming mouth. Our tongues battling for dominance, an old, familiar dance. One neither of us ever wins as they slide over each other, over teeth and palate. Tasting, exploring, reacquainting. My hand is tangled in her hair as I pull her head back a to deepen the kiss. Wanting more, wanting to taste more. Wanting her.
My other hand wanders down her back ending up on her arse to pull her closer. My cock rubbing over her clit slowly, teasingly. Eager to enter her wet and waiting body. Torture for us both. Our groans are stifled by our mouths moving over each other. Pulling back I pant hard and suck her bottom lip into my mouth. I open my eyes as I nibble on it and look into hers.
"I thought you didn't believe in God," I mutter moving my mouth down. I can't seem to help myself when I'm with her. I need to taste her everywhere. Dipping my head I close my lips around one nipple while my hands moves down her back. Biting down I pull back and lap at it soothingly with my tongue. Sucking and kissing until it are hard as pebble. As I move onto the next one I pause with my lips on her breast as a loud clunking sound suddenly echoes through the bathroom.
Annoyed, I glance up at the shower and notice the water has stopped running. Stupid old hotel and its even more idiotic pipe system. "Bugger this," I growl, straightening up. Putting my hands under her legs I lift her up in my arms and smirk down at her. "Lets move this to a more...comfortable place shall we?" Not bothering with any towels, I don't even know if there are any, I pad quickly back into the bedroom and drop her on the soft bed. She lets out a small yelp as she bounces up and I can't help but let out a small gasp at the sight of her body. Narrowing my eyes, I crawl after her and lower my body on top of her, capturing her mouth for another kiss.
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A muffled groan escaped my lips as his other hand grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him, his cock sliding between my thighs and back and forth against my clit. The sound of Wesley's own stifled moans of pleasure as he deliberately teased both of our bodies, almost pushed me over the edge right then and there.
Then he finally broke the kiss and enjoyed my bottom lip for while, his heated gaze meeting mine for a moment.
"I thought you didn't believe in God,"
I chuckled at that, trust Wesley to come up with the perfect droll comment. I was about to reply with an equally witty retort when the bastard cheated by bending down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down hard enough to make me inhale sharply in shock at the intense combination of both pain and pleasure that it evoked. My fingers dug into his tousled hair as his tongue gently lapped at tender area, soothing and teasing at it until I felt an aching tingle all the way down to my groin. It was a wonderful torture that never wanted to end. He'd just started on my other breast when all hell broke loose and we were suddenly without hot water, or water, period.
"Bugger this.Lets move this to a more...comfortable place shall we?"
The next thing I knew, Wesley had me scooped up in his arms and was tossing me on the bed. I gave an involuntary yelp at the suddenness of it all, and then grinned at the smouldering way he was looking down at me, at my nakedness, my limbs all askew from his dumping me on the bedspread. Then he was crawling towards me, and I felt a flutter of anticipation in my stomach. How long had it been since we'd had this little dance?
So often it had been more of a wrestle, a contest to see who would end up on top, dominant. But now all I could do was watch him come closer and feeling the pounding in my heart. I was alive, again. And we were together, again. I didn't know how long it would last. But I wanted it. So badly that I could hardly breathe, as I waited for him to come and claim me.
I sighed and fell back onto the sheets, my thighs parting and welcoming him as the length of his beautiful lean body lowered onto me and his mouth covered mine. I brought my hands up to caress Wesley's smooth bare back, marveling at the reality of his being here, his weight pressing down on me, and his hips grinding into me in a way that made me all to aware of how aroused he was.
"I kinda like the idea of God being in me. I'm sure you can help me with that." I whispered huskily to him when he pulled back to catch a breath.
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Squeezing them, I rub my thumbs over hardening nipples as my mouth moves further down. Dipping my tongue into her navel I take a bit of skin between my teeth, biting down on it. Pulling back I smile down at the mark, blowing some air over it. I watch as goosebumps form on her skin as she shudders. My hands are still on her breasts, massaging, rubbing, squeezing. I love feeling the familiar weight in my hands again.
Settling between her legs, I lick over her pleasure spot, smirking at the sounds she's making. Scraping my teeth over her clit, I pinch her nipples hard. My cock is throbbing painfully between my legs. Rubbing it against the sheets, I moan against the sensitive skin between her legs. Latching on I suck on it hollowing my cheeks, lapping at it with my tongue until she bucks her hips up.
Moving one hand I thrust a finger inside of her, nudging the tip against that spot inside that makes whimper so delightful. She's wet and ready for me. Eager for more. I thrust my finger in and out a few times, trailing my tongue over her clit. Her hand is gripping my hair tight, almost painfully.
Pulling my finger out, I put it in my mouth, sucking on it, savoring the taste of her well known juices on my tongue with a groan. Grabbing the hand tangled in my hair, I move back up her body again. Nipping, licking, sucking at any sensitive patch of her body I can find.
Lowering myself ontop of her, I look into her eyes. Capturing her mouth for another kiss I let her taste herself. My hands trail down her arms, lacing our fingers together. I move them up and pin them down above her head as my tongue plunders her mouth. Pulling back I lick my lips slowly, looking into her eyes again. I put her wrists in one hand and move the other one down to grip my cock.
I let my head fall back for a moment as I swipe my thumb over the head, spreading the pre-come. With my knees I nudge her legs further apart as I position myself against her entrance. Growling, I glide inside her in one smooth thrust, my hand cupping her breast. Squeezing it, rubbing my thumb over the nipple.
I drop my head on her shoulder, splaying the hand on a breast. My other hand tightening on her wrists. Groaning when I'm buried balls deep inside of, feeling her clenching around me I lift my head. Slowly I start to rock my hips back and forth, stepping up the pace as she pushes back against me. "I've missed you," I whisper against her lips. I've missed this. Her. Myself. Everything.
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He was just Wesley? If he only knew the power he could hold over me if he wanted. Good thing he didn't know. It was bad enough that Eve had managed to push the right buttons, exploiting how I felt about him to the hilt until I'd caved. Wesley was my Achilles heel. I knew it, and I wondered who else knew it.
God, Wesley was sucking at my nipple again, I arched my back, pressing my breast into his lips. Then he was moving down my body, lips and teeth grazing over my belly, making me shiver when his breath tickled over the sensitive skin.
Then I gasped and tried not to jerk my hips too suddenly when I felt his tongue contact my clit, his fingers squeezing my nipples at the same time. I whimpered and clutched at the sheets while his tongue worked on me, sending jolts of intense pleasure through my entire body. He was driving me crazy, the feather-light strokes of his tongue lapping at that sweet spot between my legs. I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused, my sighs and moans increasing in volume.
Then he thrust a finger into me and I gasped at the wonderful friction of feeling him slide inside. I grabbed at the back of his head, unconsciously digging my fingers into his scalp, as I bucked and rolled my hips to the rhythm of Wesley's fingers thrusting in and out of me, and his relentless tongue probing at my hot core.
When Wesley withdrew his finger, he brought it to his mouth and I watched, fascinated as he deliberately tasted of me, before he changed position, kissing and licking and biting at various parts of my body.
I loved the feel of his mouth bearing down on me, giving me the taste of my own juices as his tongue darted in to meet my own. Then Wesely was pinning my arms above me, and I felt a new thrill, the thought of surrendering, letting him take what he wanted, was overpowering. Give over control? How often did I do that?
Wesley pulled back and gazed down at me, I looked back at him, my swollen lips parted and aching for him to kiss me again. My whole body wanted him to possess me like he never had before. His knees forced my thighs further apart and I shuddered when I felt his shaft finally penetrate my moist hot centre.
Mine
Wesley was mine, surrounded and engulfed in me. I squeezed down hard on my inner muscles, creating even more of a delightful friction. I wanted to feel every part of him as he plunged into my body. I stifled a cry as he thrust deeper into me, biting down hard on my lip and moving my hips to meet his.
"I've missed you," He murmured, his sharp shallow breaths mingling with mine.
"And then some." I managed to whisper back, enjoying the way his hand still kept my wrists captured, and pinned above us.
The sensation of Wesley's cock entering me was incredible. It evoked memories of other times we'd connected like this, and yet, it was different. Both sadder and sweeter at the same time. I matched his rhythm, my breath coming out in short sharp gasps as I pushed into him, revelling in the way his hips slammed into me, and his lustful gaze pierced into my soul.
If I died again, this would be the moment I chose for it to happen. Looking up at Wesley, unable to speak or utter a single coherent word as he laid claim to what had been his all along, if he'd only thought to claim it.
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