Fic: For Her (G/W/T) FRAO (3/3)
As he entered his bedroom, Giles was relieved to see that his two ladies had already been up there as well. The bed was cleared and the blankets turned down. There were also several candles lit to bathe the room in a golden glow. It might have spoiled the mood if he’d had to stop and move all of the cases that he’d left covering his bed that afternoon.
“Hope you don’t mind the presumption,” the woman in his arms murmured.
“It’s good to be prepared,” he replied, setting her on her feet with her back to him. Instead of turning her, Giles swiftly shrugged his robe off and began placing light kisses along her neck and shoulder. “May I?” he asked, playing his fingers beneath the thin straps of her nightgown. Tara shivered and nodded her consent. Slowing pulling each strap aside, Giles let the silk drop and pool at her feet. He kissed her creamy skin for a few more seconds before stepping back with a murmur of, “Whenever you’re ready, Love.”
The wait seemed to stretch on as he appreciatively studied her naked back. The broad fall of creamy skin swept down into a lovely, round bottom and continued down long, shapely legs. He fought to wait in peaceful patience, she was already so heart-achingly gorgeous.
In reality, Tara only stood long enough to take two deep breaths, then turned around.
The older man might have been a bit self-conscious as her gaze swept along his exposed body, if he wasn’t distracted by openly admiring hers. Her full, round breasts, slightly plump stomach, and curving hips were perfection. An image that might have been painted by any Renaissance master. He’d never dared to imagine how truly beautiful she could be.
His searching eyes returned to her face to find her nervously worrying her lip. “Am, am I all right?” she asked tentatively.
It took him a moment to realize it was a serious question. “My dear girl,” he breathed out. “You are truly a goddess. I… I can’t help but feel a bit unworthy just to have the chance to gaze on you.”
She gave him a relieved and grateful smile. “If it helps, I think you look pretty darn worthy. Maybe even a little intimidating.”
Giles couldn’t help a glance down at his straining erection. “You’re kind,” he blushed. “A-and remember, whatever you want, I’ll do, and whatever you don’t is perfectly fine as well.”
“I told you you were more beautiful than you think,” Willow spoke up, leaning against the doorframe and leering at both of them.
Tara grinned at her girlfriend. “Um, Rupert… I think Willow’s a little over dressed, don’t you?”
Giles chuckled. “Possibly. Although, I don’t know how much more perfection I can take. Old man that I am, remember?”
“Oh yeah?” Willow boldly stepped up to him, running her hand lightly along the outside of his hip. “Why doesn’t the old man do something to fix my little problem and find out?”
A shudder ran through the Watcher’s body. This was not the shy, uncertain Willow he’d once known. Placing his hand against the front of her shoulder, his fingers fanned out against her delicate skin. Small electric sparks jumped between them, tickling his palm. The glint in her deep, green eyes told him that she felt it, too. Giles swallowed hard, threading his fingers beneath the fine fabric holding her gown in place. He hesitated, stroking her slender shoulders, trying to calm his heartrate. A small voice in the back of his mind admonished him that the moment shouldn’t be affecting him so deeply, not with this young woman. But it was, and the majority of his being couldn’t bring itself to care about any shouldn’ts. This was Willow. Always by his side, always caring for him, always tending to his wounds and heartaches… Willow. And, at this moment, she had chosen to offer him even more of herself.
Giles pulled the weightless fabric effortlessly aside and stepped back. A cascade of green fluttered down around her to lie at her feet. And there she stood, unabashed and unashamed, staring at him with a lust in her eyes that nearly stopped his heart. When he could finally break her gaze, his eyes slowly drifted down her naked body. She had a smaller frame than her lover. With breasts that stood up and out, a tiny flat tummy, and shorter, thinner legs. But she was no less breathtakingly beautiful. No less perfect.
He watched her as she stepped over to stand next to her girlfriend, kissing her ever so tenderly, and moisture threatened to spill over in his eyes. Clearing his throat, he didn’t quite trust his voice as he attempted to speak. “Even if this is all that happens tonight, I believe I must be the most blessed man on Earth. I have never done anything to earn the right to witness such wondrous beauty.”
Both girls blinked at him for moment, then melted into giggles. It was Willow who recovered enough to speak first. “You’re Giles, Stupid. You deserve anything and everything.”
Tara grinned at him, her head resting on Willow’s shoulder. “At least, that’s what we think about you.”
The older man shook his head slowly. “I have no idea what it was I did to fool you both, but I’m very glad I did it.”
The two ladies began to sway toward him. “We can see that,” Willow purred, stroking her fingers delicately along his hard flesh before they pushed him back onto the bed together. The redhead bounced up to lie on her side beside him. Sweeping her hand over his body, she grinned at her girlfriend, “Time for you to play with your new toy.”
At Tara’s questioning look, Giles slid his hands under his head and nodded his assent. He closed his eyes trying to relax as she settled next to him. It came as a surprise when the first thing he felt was her kisses return to his stomach. She glided her gentle hands along his skin, caressing and massaging sore muscles. Taking her time, she moved slowly over his abdomen, down his hips, and along his thighs. Giles was caught in a torturous bliss as every move she made felt wonderful, but also left his now raging erection begging for attention.
Willow chuckled, somehow sensing his fight to remain still and undemanding. “Hey, Baby… I know what you’re doing to him, but guys don’t really like to wait as long as we do.”
“I’m fine,” Giles squeaked a little higher than he would have liked.
“Sorry,” Tara smiled shyly, staring at the unknown piece of flesh bobbing in front of her. “I just want him to like it. I’m worried I’ll do something wrong and…”
“Tara, Love,” Giles murmured. “There is no way your touch can ever be wrong. Go at your pace, do as you like. And don’t let either Willow or me push you before you’re ready. That said… if you’re trying to arouse me any more than I already am, believe me when I say it’s an unnecessary effort.”
The beautiful blonde stretched her long body up to kiss him. As she did, her left hand snaked down his torso to, at last, curl around his neglect manhood. Giles audibly sighed into her kiss and she chuckled as she went back to her explorations. “Would you like to help me with this,” she asked her girlfriend while stroke him ever so slowly.
Willow quickly slid down to join her. “I thought you’d never ask,” she purred, her fingertips adding to the heavenly torment.
“So,” Tara whispered. “Is he what you imagined?”
The redhead chuckled. “Well… you know I can only really compare to Oz. And I can’t tell you how many research sessions I’ve spent just imagining Giles naked... But--”
“Pardon me, but this is the kind of conversation that could hinder a less secure man’s performance.”
Willow looked up at him and poked her pink tongue out between her lips. “You’re better than I ever imagined,” she finished. “I mean goddess, have you seen yourself?”
“It’s kind of you to lie,” he blushed.
She reached up to smack him on the chest. “Not lying, you big dork! And this right here,” she gave his hard flesh a slight squeeze, “puts most the toys I’ve ever seen to shame.”
Giles sucked in a shaky breath, their combine touch threatening to overwhelm him. “Tha… Th-that reminds me. Speaking of toys. Tara, have you e-ever used s-something? A vibrator or di…”
“Dildo?” Willow finished for him.
“Yes, thank you,” he let out a small squeak. “What I need to know is if you’ve e-ever had anything of size inside…?”
Tara blushed for a moment, then answered, “Yes, I’ve experimented and been penetrated. You don’t have to worry about the whole virgin mess.”
“And how did you find your experiments? What kinds of toys do you prefer? Oh dear God!” he hissed when Willow suddenly kissed the tip of his erection and took him into her searing mouth.
“I like it all right,” Tara answered him calmly. “But I need a lot of clitoral stimulus. That gets me going much more.”
“Wonderful!” Giles practically shrieked. “That’s exactly what I needed to know.” His hands balled into fists, gripping the sheets. “Now… If you’d like me to be of service any time soon, I suggest you… oh dear lord… extract your lover… Before I’m completely done for.”
Tara casually tapped her girlfriend on the shoulder and ginned at her when Willow looked up still holding him in her mouth. “It’s my turn,” was all she said.
“Well then come and get some,” the redhead hummed around him. To Giles’ complete delight and horror, the surprisingly bold witch dipped her own head down and began kissing her girlfriend, all the while keeping his pulsing flesh between them. The sounds they made and sensations they created nearly sent him into another dimension.
Giles bit down on his cheek, fighting the urge to let go with all of his formidable will. “The, the Fyarl demon,” he recited under his breath, “paralyzes with quick-setting mucus. Th-the, bloody fuck, the Thar…ahah demon’s blood can infect a victim with one of the demon’s abilities. The Valhaus…”
Tara suddenly pulled back with a surprised chuckle. “I never knew they could move on their own like that.”
“Yeah,” Willow sat up to answer, leaving Giles a moment to remember how to breathe. “That usually means you’re doing a good job. They’ll really twitch and dance for you if you get ’em going enough.” This information sent Tara into a fit of laughter.
“You like that, do you?” Giles sprang up and wrapped his arms around the lovely girl. Hoisting her up, he tossed her into the middle of the bed. He followed, propping his long body over hers. “I believe it’s my turn to see if I can make you twitch and dance.” Lowering himself slightly, he brushed his lips along her cheek and ear. “That is, by your leave, of course,” he breathed.
Tara’s answer caught in her throat, but the earnest movement of her hips pressing up to meet his made her wishes abundantly clear. Showing her that he had a wicked grin of his own, Giles began to slide down her amazing body, mouthing and kissing all along the way. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of her throat, and continued down her chest before stopping to pay lavish worship to the hard peaks atop her goddess-like breasts. She did squirm in delight for him, and he grinned predatorily as he meandered across her soft stomach.
Both young ladies watched him expectantly when he finally settled between her wide-spread legs. “See, I told you he would,” he heard Willow whisper into her lover’s ear.
Giles chuckled, “It’s only fair after the things you’ve been doing to me. Besides, any man who refuses this pleasure is an absolute moron.” With a wink, he dropped his face and began his assault on her most sensitive bundle of nerves. Tara’s legs shot out straight, and then began kicking him uncontrollably in the back.
As the Watcher continued with a pleased growl rumbling deep in his chest, Willow made her way down next to him. She put her lips as close to his ear as she could get and hissed, “You’re doing great. Tara usually doesn’t make any noise, but you’ll know when she about to come. She’ll stretch out like a big cat and seem to completely relax, then boom!”
Giles nodded his understanding before she moved off to give some love to her girlfriend’s neglected breasts. Just the sight of the lovers together was enough to have him grinding his cock into the sheets in search of some relief. The smell and taste of Tara was nearly more than he could stand.
A bit more work and it happened just as Willow had said. Tara’s tight grip around his head released and she began to stretch luxuriously. That’s when Giles halted all contact. She was breathing hard and looking around slightly confused as he crawled up her body.
Making solid eye contact with her, Giles made sure she understood as he asked, “Tara love, it’s time. Would you like me to make love to you now?” He didn’t budge as she stared up at him, caressing his shoulders and arms, waiting for her definite answer.
The gorgeous blonde smiled sweetly. “I’m ready, Rupert. I want to feel all of you.”
“Willow…” he could barely hiss out in his wash of excitement. But the question became moot when he felt slender, steady hands already fitting him with a condom. He glanced down as, just after she had rolled the latex case on, her hands returned to stroke him a few more times, adding a generous layer of lubricant.
Willow laughed at his hint of surprise. “Tara can be a little tight at first. This helps all of our other toys feel better for her.” She then lunged forward to kiss him and purred, “I can’t wait to see what she does to you. Bet she’ll make you pop like Mount Vesuvius.”
Giles closed his eyes for a moment in an effort to control his overwhelming surge of lust. When he was sure he wouldn’t hurt her, he stared intently into his young lover’s eyes. “Ready, Love?”
She gave him a sure nod, bringing her legs up to hug his hips, opening herself to him. The older man bit his lip in concentration, keeping his eyes on every twitch of her expressive face, and pushed slowly into her. Tara’s breath caught and her head rolled up in a way that could have signaled either pleasure or pain. Giles froze immediately.
“All right, my love?” he breathed.
“Yes,” Tara encouraged. “Keep going.”
“You’re so beautiful,” the Watcher whispered as he began to push again. “You’re a perfect angel. My God, you feel amazing.” When he was completely inside her, he stopped again. “That’s it. You have me, Love. Still good?”
Tara looked as if she was thinking for a moment, waiting for something. Then she sighed, “Good. I never knew you would be so hot… inside.”
“It’s you that’s making me that way.” He set his body gently down atop her and kissed her thoroughly as he began moving in a slow, easy pace. It was as if they were a practiced pair, the way she found his rhythm and followed him. Giles could feel Willow’s hand stroking his back, encouraging him on. When he feared he’d never last long enough for Tara, he snaked his hand between their joined bodies, but found Willow already there.
“Concentrate,” she hissed at him when he turned to look at her. A moment later Tara began to respond as she receive the precise stimulation she needed.
Giles was quickly losing himself in her, she felt so wonderful. His pace increased until he was rapidly pistoning into her, the woman beneath him only responding favorably. A few more thrusts and she began to stretch out, pure bliss on her radiant face. A moment later her orgasm hit, her body convulsing and bucking against him. Giles couldn’t hold on anymore as she squeezed him in her vice-like grip and followed her over the edge, his own climax ripping through him like nothing he’d felt in ages. It seemed to go on and on as he emptied himself of all he had.
When his muscles at last gave out, he collapsed to the side, pulling Tara into his arms, their bodies still connected. He panted, and nuzzled, and kissed, and petted, trying to make sure everything was well with her.
“I’m sorry,” he finally breathed. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
She laid her hand along his sweat-drenched, flushed face. “You were wonderful, Rupert. More than I ever hoped for.”
Giles ducked shyly and chuckled, “You’re too kind to me.”
“Well,” she placed a small kiss on his lips, “It’s not as if you’ve turned me or anything. But if you ever said, ‘let’s do it again’, I wouldn’t run away.”
“High praise,” the Watcher laughed teasingly. “I always count it a victory when a woman doesn’t want to run away from me.” He slid gently from her body and rolled away to dispose of the used condom. When he collapsed onto his back, Tara cuddled up beside him sleepily.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely. “I’ll never forget what you did for me. I’ll never forget how everything tonight made me feel.”
“I’m the fortunate one here, my Love. Just to have the chance with a goddess like you…”
“Hey, Cuddle-bugs!” Willow was on her knees leaning over them. “Aren’t we forgetting someone here?”
“Willow,” Giles reached out and took her hand. “You are certainly never forgotten. But I’m afraid you’re discovering one of the disadvantages of seducing an old man. I did try to warn you. Perhaps, if you give me an hour or so…”
“An hour…” the redhead wailed indignantly. “Do you have any idea how totally hot watching you two was? Oh no, I’m not waiting that long. I’ll explode.”
“I understand. And I tried to keep myself from… But Tara just felt so wonderful.”
“Of course she did, you big dope. That’s why we brought some energy to spare.” She dove in to kiss him hard and thoroughly. As the kiss continued, he could feel tendrils of energy welling through him, fire again coursing through his veins and into his groin. His arousal began to intensify, and, by the time she pulled away, he was again fully erect. “Better than a little blue pill,” Willow giggled.
Giles was breathing heavily. “I haven’t felt that spell in decades. Not since…” He looked as if he was remembering, but didn’t say any more.
The redheaded witch lowered her face directly over his. “Do you know how annoying it is when you do that? Not since when… or who?”
Refusing to elaborate, Giles instead reached up and pulled her down on top of him, kissing her senseless and testing her arousal with searching fingers. She squeaked into his kiss, playfully squirming all over him. When her hand found his hard manhood and grabbed hold, he released her and panted, “Well… you created that little problem. Plan on doing anything about it?”
“You better believe it, Mister!” Willow grinned, scooping up another condom she had ready on the bed. She rolled it onto him as he watched her, and then threw her leg over to straddle him. Giles gasped in a deep breath when she slowly lowered herself onto him. “Oh my Goddess… It’s Giles. Finally Giles.”
The Watcher’s hand squeezed Tara’s as the redhead quickly began riding him at a steady pace. “Fuck, Willow,” he hissed at the relentless onslaught.
“All night,” she answered, spreading her hands onto his strong chest to brace herself for even more friction.
*
Willow stretched in the morning light, her body flooded with a satisfying ache. She rolled in search of her lovers and flopped her arm over Tara. The blonde stirred, snuggling into the embrace. She blinking in the brightness and looked around the momentarily unfamiliar room.
“Will, wake up,” she poked at her girlfriend only to get grumbling in response. “He’s gone.”
This brought Willow to full wakefulness. Her head popped up and she searched the room. Giles’ travel cases were nowhere to be seen.
“He left a note,” Tara murmured, passing the piece of paper to the other woman. They sat with their heads together and read it.
My Dearest Loves,
I know I am choosing a coward’s escapes, but the sight of you so peaceful in my bed is one I will take to my end. As is the memory of the gift you gave me last night. I can only hope you remember me half so fondly. I love you both more than I can say.
When you are ready, please leave the key under the mat. The movers will be along later today.
Rupert Giles
“That rat!” Willow growled. “He thinks he can sneak away without saying goodbye.”
“Well, we can’t let him. The others don’t even know he’s leaving today.”
“Come on.” Both girls got up and began getting dressed. “We have to find everyone else. Giles can’t go without saying goodbye. We just won’t let him.”