__Never Too Much__
By Jen & Elizabuffy
Giles slid into bed, still damp from his shower, the sheets wiping off the few remaining beads of moisture on his
skin. Buffy lay propped on her elbow, her drying hair clinging to the sides of her face, and smiled at him. He
turned toward her, mimicking her pose and held himself mere inches from her face.
"So, no one about tonight?" he asked in a husky voice.
"Not even a mouse," she smiled.
He leaned into Buffy, as though he was headed for a kiss, but he surprised her by moving directly to her neck and
nibbling on her collarbone gently.
Buffy threaded a hand through his hair and pulled him closer to softly whisper "Bite me," in his ear.
Giles shuddered slightly from brush of air against his neck and ear, briefly wondering at how Buffy could make
even those words sexy. Obeying her command, he took the hint, and applied more pressure to the bone and smiled
against her skin as she moaned.
His hand moved to her breast, the thumb sliding softly against the nipple. The calluses of his fingers were an
erotic contrast of the movement of his hand. The breath she took in response was automatic, broken and soft.
He responded by releasing her neck and easing his body against hers, pushing her into the bed and settling between
her open and welcoming legs. The feel of his hair-roughened legs against her smooth ones sent a shiver through her,
and she rubbed against him to increase the contact.
Giles moved closer, grinding his erection into her pelvis and cupped her breast as his lips descended to take the
hard nub of her nipple into his mouth. He teased, nibbled, scraped the nipple with his teeth and suckled,
revelling in each gasp she made, until the nub ached from the hardness.
The feel of his mouth on her flesh soothed a need in her soul at the same time it sparked fire between her legs.
She needed to feel him inside her. Now. It felt as though only his throbbing cock could make her feel truly
complete.
Buffy bucked her hips, trying to manoeuvre Giles where she wanted him, but he groaned and lifted away slightly.
The wetness between her legs called to him, but he shook his head, shaking off the urge to bury himself balls deep
inside her, commencing immediately. No. He wanted to draw this out a bit. They had the entire night, and his own
release could wait. This was going to be strictly for the pleasure of his soul mate, one Buffy Summers, who was
currently writhing under him. Perhaps it would work best if he explained the aspects of the "Pleasure Buffy" plan
before she hurt herself trying to guide him into her hot depths. Or not, he thought as he turned his attention to
her other breast, ravaging it roughly and making her cries reverberate through the room. She loved him like this,
forceful and dominant; making her take everything he gave her and getting his own pleasure in return.
She finally realized that his hands and mouth were no longer tormenting her. She felt the glide of his fingers
trail across her ribs - the touch too light to be ticklish - against her hipbone. A thumb dipped into her navel,
so slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He looked into her eyes and smiled wickedly.
Buffy's heart rate accelerated at his look; she knew what that meant. A slow grin spread on her face as Buffy felt
the first touch of his fingers against her mound, splaying against the skin that had just been shaved during their
shower. Almost before she could register it in her mind, he dipped the fingers inside her. He brought the fingers
to his mouth and licked the moisture from them. She moaned as a drop remained on his mouth and she pulled him to
her, licking his lips. Giles opened his mouth to Buffy and she drove her tongue inside, swirling it to capture
more of her taste. He jerked away and gave her a look. "Naughty girl."
Buffy smiled and slid her hand down his soft belly, luxuriating in the soft, fine hair that grew more coarse and
thick as she neared his pubic region. She ran her fingernails in the hair, lightly scratching his skin. After a
brief period, and much groaning on Giles' part, she slowly began to stroke her fingers up and down his erection,
keeping her touches oh-so-soft, then becoming harder, until she had her hand wrapped around his cock and was
pumping quickly. He lay still, just enjoying her soft touches until she started pulling his throbbing flesh.
Then he timed his thrusts with her hand before distracting her with his own hands, tweaking her reddened nipples
before he decided to give pity to her whimpers and trail his fingers to her pussy, sliding one finger down the
slit and once more entering her and tenderly examining her folds. When his thumb circled her clit, her hand fell
away from him and she grabbed at the sheets. Enjoying her look of total ecstasy, Giles added two more fingers into
her cunt, and increased the pressure with which he was rubbing her clit. He inched his fingers further through her
warmth. They were long and hard. But they weren't the hardness she longed for. She knew it. He knew it. But he
didn't stop; he wanted to make her come -- hard -- before he would allow them both the pleasure of his cock in her
velvety depths.
Buffy arched upward, trying to increase the pressure. She could feel his fingers inside her, each time grazing
over her g-spot, but never paying it the attention she wanted. His fingers moved faster and his mouth claimed hers,
the invasion of his tongue matching his fingers. Waves flowed through Buffy, touching everything in their path
with delicious heat. She ripped her mouth from his and screamed as she fell into the abyss.
Before she could recover, she felt the waves lift her again and again, her pussy lips fluttering around his
fingers. She wanted to tell him it was too much, but she could only ride the crest. He drove her relentlessly,
coaxing her to greater heights, until she shattered completely in his arms.
His fingers stilled and he rolled them, so that she has laying on top of him, gasping for breath.
"Too much," she whispered.
"No," he growled. "Never too much." He rolled them again, guiding his cock to her opening with his left hand, and
pushed into her, dragging a cry from her.
His hips began to move; the motions were controlled, driven by the power of the muscles in his hips and ass. The
thrusts hard enough to cause her pain, and then, the slow withdrawals making her ache from its loss.
The anticipation of his next downward thrust clouded her mind, and Buffy could do nothing but lift her legs higher
and wrap them around his chest.
Giles snaked his arms under her knees to spread her more fully and began to thrust harder. She cries grew louder
as he penetrated her so deeply that later, she would swear that he touched her soul. But still, Giles didn't stop.
Harder, deeper, higher, he drove her, the head of his penis occasionally touching her cervix, until her nails
broke the skin of his shoulders as she contracted around him and dragged him over the edge with her.
Giles collapsed on top of her as the last tremor racked his body. He couldn't have, no wouldn't have, moved even
if the hounds of hell started knocking down the door. Buffy lay exhausted beneath him, as silent tears coursed
from her closed eyes and she wrapped her arms tighter to savour the feeling longer.
Giles lifted his head and saw the tears. He gently wiped them away and asked, "Did I hurt you?"
Buffy opened her eyes, seeing the concern in his. "No, Rupert. I've never been more not hurt in my life."
Giles smiled and slowly withdrew from her, bringing a disappointed sigh from her. He brought her into his arms, as
he lay back on the bed.
"Mind if I ask why the extra special treatment tonight?" Buffy asked.
"No special reason," Giles replied. "I just wanted to."
"Oh, then feel free to do it again anytime," Buffy yawned as sleep started to claim her.
Giles smiled as he joined her.
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