A Moments... Series

Title: A Moments Passions
By: Dani
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Feedback to: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/Linds
Summary: This story comes a couple of weeks after "mentments Exposure." 5th in the series.


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A Moments Passions (1/1)


Buffy sat straddled over Lindsay lap, kissing his thick neck, her tongue
wrapping around the skin then biting it mischievously. Lindsay stifled his
moan, shifting the phone to his other ear as his darkening eyes closed.

"Ahhh yeah.... sure." Lindsay said distractedly, his engorging flesh hardening
by the second. His free hand came up to Buffy's ass, forcing her nimble body
down on his lap, creating hot friction as he tried to steady her movements.

Buffy laughed softly, rubbing her sex along the length of his staff as she
subdued her own moan. Buffy could hear a deep voice on the other end of the
line, his big words jumbling together in something that made absolutely no sense
to her.

"Mc. Donald, are you listening to me? I said the meeting is at 7:30 am tomorrow
morning, now I need you to be ready." The loud voice on the other end snapping
Lindsay's rolling eyes open. He saw the amusement flash in Buffy's jade colored
eyes. She loved this.

"Ah yes sir. 7:30 I'll be there." He called out, trying to dislatch Buffy's
talent mouth from his jugular, his voice still distant and distracted to the
caller on the other end.

"You better straighten out Lindsay. Hank will be back in the office in less
than two weeks, you better get your head out of your ass, and clean the shit out
of your ears!"

With that the caller hung up, leaving only a high-pitched tone in its finality,
the sound stinging Lindsay's ear.

"You are an evil woman." Lindsay yelled playfully, shifting their bodies quickly
so Buffy was pinned beneath him, her hands held above her head securely by his
own hands pinning her wrists together.

"Who me?" Buffy asked innocently, her eyes batting as she tried to bite at the
lip that was dangling in front of her face. Lindsay pulled back right when he
was in reach, teasing her, and then lowering again to give her another chance.

He looked deeply into her eyes, finally smashing his face to hers, his tongue
brutally entering her mouth as he rubbed his hardness against her damp axis,
only her panties and his cotton boxers separating them from each other. Buffy
moaned into him, her hard breasts pushing against his as her back arched off of
the couch. His tongue explored her mouth in rejuvenated strength, moving over
her teeth, then sweeping up and around her own tongue.

Lindsay broke the kiss, Buffy's eyes seething with desire. "You've been on the
phone all day, working all week. I feel neglected." Buffy pouted, her legs
wrapping around his waist to hold him against her heat.

Lindsay knew it was true. He had been handed one tough case after another, the
senior partners breathing down his neck, his secretary crawling up his leg, much
to his dismay and disgust, and Hank Summers getting ready to return. He had
to work tonight to get ready for his early meeting, and all he wanted to do was
make love to the woman he cherished over and over again until she was screaming.


"What's wrong?" Buffy asked, pushing the stubborn chocolate locks ou his his
face as Lindsay released her hands from his grasp.

"I feel bad... I've been so busy, so exhausted with work, I have been neglecting
you. It's just between the office, Darla practically stalking me, the senior
partners, and then your father coming home... I'm just losing it." He said
pulling his body off of Buffy's to sit up.

"I'm sorry Linds, I was only joking. I don't feel neglected... much. I'm
probably not making it any better am I?" She asked.

"No baby you make it better, make it worth while. Coming home to you every
night, being able to feel your skin against mine, your lips on me... that's what
gets me through the day." He kissed her tenderly, his hand stroking her delicate
face.

"Well... we have..." Buffy looked at the small digital numbers on the stereo,
"18 and half hours until your meeting tomorrow. Lets turn off the ringer,"
Buffy said as she did just that, "lock the door..." She stood, walking over to
flip the latch, "and you can loose your self in me."

"Baby... I have to work, I need to get this finished and I have to go into the
office early tomorrow, before the meeting." Lindsay wanted to follow her, wanted
to take her against the door that she was leaning against.

"Screw work, you've done enough already and I'll help you tonight do what ever
it is that you do." Buffy smiled, seeing his resolve weaken. "Besides... I have
an idea..." She winked, dropping her hands and walking backwards towards his
room, her eyes never leaving his.

"Oh no... what do you have cooking in that little head of yours?" Lindsay asked;
his body responding to hers with just the thought of getting anywhere near her.
He stood, his long strides making him catch her quickly

"I wanted to try something new... I'm sure in your vast sexual experience there
is certainly something that you haven't tried with me yet." Buffy bit at her
bottom lip, as she wondered who these other women were, and if they were better
than her.

Lindsay was standing in front of her, his mouth attacking her sensitive neck as
his fingers worked on the buttons keeping his bare chest from hers. She wanted
something new; oh he had all kinds of sinfully delicious ideas popping into his
mind.

"Show me something, teach me something. Make love to me all day and night until
I can't move. I've barely seen you in a week, I need you." She said leaning her
head to the side, as she felt her pulse quicken. She loved him teaching her,
showing what different ways they could bring each other pleasure. She was still
fairly new to the erotic world in which he lived in.

"I might," he kissed underneath her chin, "be able," he kissed her shoulder as
he brought his shirt that she was wearing off of her arms, "to do that." He
threw it behind him, bending down to cradle her bare breasts in his hands,
tweaking her hard nubs in between his fingers. They slowly made there way to
the bedroom between kisses.

He backed her up to the bed, walking her backwards, a million and one thoughts
of what he would do first plaguing his mind.

Buffy's hands caressed his brawny chest, her core leaking with excitement.
"Anything Lindsay. What ever you want." She told him, making sure that he knew
that heldn\ldn't push her too far.

"Anything baby?" He asked as she sat down on the bed, only her midnight black
see through panties left on her body.

He smiled, turning away from her and moving to the bottom drawer by his bed, the
oak wood a dark cherry finish. She was right they had done many things, but he
had been waiting to push it further, letting her get used to the whole idea of
sex. He searched in the drawer briefly, looking for some in particular.

Buffy shifted restless on the bed, tempted to let her hands roam her own body,
to pleasure her self like he had shown her, but she waited, her curiosity too
peaked to take her eyes off his bent form as he closed his drawer and hid
something behind his back.

"What do you have?" She asked, moving over so he could lie on the bed next to
her.

"Be patient, and you will see." He teased, kissing her softly. "You trust me?"
He asked seriously, moving her hair from her face, smoothing the strands behind
her ear.

"With my life." She said just as serious, looking deep into his eyes.

"Close your eyes." He kissed each lid, before putting his hand in front of him.
Buffy squirmed in excitement, having no idea what he was about to do.

He held two scarf's, smiling as the red translucent silk glided over his hands.
Buffy could feel his weight dip onto the bed, could feel the luxurious feeling
as he slid the material over her body, twirling it around her nipple.

Buffy moaned, struggling to keep her eyes shut. Lindsay gently picked up her
body moving her in the middle of the bed and extended her arms out above her
head. Buffy felt as he straddled her body, his chest in front of her face as he
used the silk to tie her hands to the wood frame of his bed. Buffy swallowed,
feeling the material knot tightly against her flesh. She opened her eyes in
exhilaration; this was definitely one thing they had not tried.

Lindsay finished with her other arm quickly, and kissed her out stretched limbs,
starting with her bound wrists, then moving to her forearm, pausing to suck at
the inside of her elbow joint, and ending at her shoulder. Buffy squirmed
underneath him, moisture collecting in her thin thong. Lindsay kissed all over
her chest, his tongue moving slowly as he relearned every inch of her skin with
his mouth.

Buffy was wriggling, his coarse facial hair tickling her skin, followed by his
soft lips and moist tongue bringing her to a new height of passion.

Buffy tugged against her restraints, needing feel his cool flesh underneath her
nails. "Nah ah." He scolded, biting at her erect nipples, "no tugging." He
instructed, his hands testing the weight of her breasts before moving to the
other one.

Lindsay moved lower, Buffy's eyes focused solely on him, the way his body moved
over hers, the way his arms flexed as he kept the needed pressure off of her
body, just barely teasing her with his lips.

"Ummm... Lindsay... please, I need you to touch me." She pleaded, her body
writhing beneath his, as she pulled harder at her restraints, she knew that she
would have bruises, but she didn't care.

He obliged, his hand traveling flat palmed over her stomach, and up her torso,
right between the valleys of her breasts. He repeated the motion, moaning as
her silk skin glided under his own. He knew what she needed, but was determined
to hold out, to make her beg, to make her cry in frustration before he would
grant her pardon.

He could smell her heady arousal, her panties so soaked he could see faint
glimmering tracks on her thighs. "I can smell you my love, your scent calling
out to me, begging to be tasted. I bet you would like that." He teased, his
fingers hooking into the band of her under wear. He pulled them off in
sweltering slowness, dragging the fabric down her legs and off of her feet.

He brought the under garment up to his nose, and inhaled deeply, sng ang at the
aroma of his mate. "So sweet, so unique." He said as he tossed them to the
floor. Lindsay stood back, just looking at his love tied to his bed. He
couldn't think of anything more erotic. Her breasts were slightly flattened and
spilling off to the sides, her stomach was sucked in, ane oue out lines of her
rib cage could be seen.

Her skin tone was red, his eyes slowly eating at her flesh as he just looked at
her. The pure carnal look in his sea-like depths made Buffy moan. Lindsay
slowly pulled off his boxers, dragging them down his legs and stepping out of
them, letting his shaft bounce free. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the
way she slowly licked at her lips.

He crawled back on the bed, kissing, nipping and touching every area except her
weeping depths. "Please Lindsay... I can't take it." She whined, feeling his
hardness drag along her leg, the tip slight moist with pre cum.

"I know baby, but you have to wait." He smiled, his lips descending onto to
hers. Buffy wrapped her long legs around his, pulling his body on top of hers,
moaning at the added weight and the feel of his dick ready to enter her.
Lindsay pulled away.

"That's against the rules my love." His accent drew out each letter.

Buffy smiled, her arousal pushing to a new limit as for the next 20 minutes he
leisurely seduced her mind, body and soul. She was in frenzy, her lower lips so
swollen she thought she would faint. She had several hickeys on her inner
thighs, his teeth biting the sensitive flesh until she would almost coming from
the sensations, he kept doing it over and over, not letting her come once.

Lindsay was feeling the same way, his dick purple with blood, hissing each time
it passed over her leg, or swiftly rubbed inside of her juices to tease her. He
decided to end her torment and his own. "You want to come Buffy?" He asked as
he positioned his mouth at her entrance, still not ready to completely give her
what she needed.

Buffy nodded, her whole body coated in a fine sheen of erotic sweat, her pulse
beating erratically. Lindsay lifted her hips in his hands and gently brought
his lips to her center. Buffy screamed, her body quivering in delight as he
probed her opening with his stiff tongue. "Yes Lindsay, oh god yes." She
keened, grinding into him.

Lindsay smiled, as he lowered her back to the mattress, what he had planned
would not work in that position. Buffy wondered what he was going to do, as he
slithered back up to the top of the bed, she was about to kill him when he
untied her wrists. Buffy smiled, then shrieked as he flipped her body over and
retied her hands with enough slack so that she had some movement. He winced
slightly as he saw the red marks already forming on her delicate wrists.

Before Buffy could move or speak or think, he was back down at her lower body,
attacking her core, sighing as lifted her ass in the air. Buffy moaned bringing
her self back against his face, begging for more contact. Lindsay smirked,
leaving her weeping center and moving out farther to explore her sensitive
regions, his mouth suckling on the area between her vagina and her anus.

Buffy's eyes shot open as she felt his tongue softly begin to swirl around her
puckered hole, his finger gently sliding into her enveloping heat as he gently
bit at her cheeks. Buffy's body tensed with tremors the double action
triggering her final release, her voice horse with screams as he continued to
eat her.

Before she could come down from her high, she felt his finger probe her
moistened hole, lubricated with her own heady arousal. She tensed from the
invasion, her eyes screwing shut; this was certainly something he had never done
before. "Relax baby. Do you trust me?" He asked again, slowly feeling her anal
muscle push against his digit.

She nodded, "I trust you." She said, her body beginning to relax as he slid the
digit in up to his knuckle, and then twisted. Buffy moaned at the new
sensation, her sex slickening as he slowly brought the finger out and then back
in again.

"That's my girl." He whispered, watching his finger appear and then disappear.
He sped up his actions as Buffy moved against his hand slowly at first, letting
her body get used to the new and wonderfully sensation. He could feel her body
already wound up from her first orgasm, knowing it wouldn't take much for her
second one. Using his other hand, he plunged two fingers into her depths,
feeling the pressure of his other finger pushing against the thin membrane.

"OH MY GOD!" Buffy whaled, her body shaking so bad her teeth were chattering,
"OH GOD LIY!"Y!" Her eyes closed as she pushed against both of his hands, need
something more, just something to push her over the edge she was about to tumble
over.

Lindsay could feel her inner tremors, could read her body like an open book that
he written, each word already committed to memory. Carefully he added a sec
dig
digit into her rectum, feeling no resistance, her body worked into such a flurry
of sensations she was incoherent. She came, her eyes blasting white, her body
feeling full, and her blood stopping her veins.

Lindsay slowly pulled out of her, and propped Buffy's hips up, holding her in
place, as she still reeled from her climax. Before Buffy could open her eyes,
he was entering her, hissing in the infernal heat that burned his sensitive
skin. Buffy's core was wet, soaking in her powerful orgasms. She moaned, bring
her tired body back against his he entered her in one prevailing thrust.

Lindsay moaned, his eyes shutting as he pumped into her, his her ass slapping
against his hips with blistering force, reddening both of their flesh. Buffy
was trying to steady herself, her breathing painfully pushing out of her lungs,
as she leaned further into the bed, her ass pushing out into her lover. He
clutched at her hips, loosing him self to the sensations as she matched his
pace, thrust for thrust.

Lindsay's eyes shot open, his groin stiffening to new hardened state as he
thought about her tight puckered hole, how she screamed as he pounded into her
with just his fingers. "Baby..." Lindsay moaned, a smile creeping on his
handsomely rugged face, his cheeks red with his desire.

Buffy could hardly speak, her mind in a whirlwind as he continued stroking
inside of her.

Lindsay pulled out of her, moaning at the loss of her feeling around him,
squeezing him. Buffy looked behind her shoulder curiously. Lindsay came up
to the stop of the bed, his bulging member wet and shimmering from her arousal.
He untied her wrists, rubbing at the bruised surface of her skin.

He went into his drawer once more, and pulled at a bottle of sensual oil. Buffy
looked at him curiously, wondering what in the hell he was going to do next.
"You trust me still right?" He asked, his eyes perking up as he looked at the
raw desire in her eyes.

"I said anything Lindsay. You won't break me." She said, watching as moved down
the bed.

"You would tell me to stop if I was doing something you didn't like right?" He
asked again coating his already slick member with the oil, his hand slowly
working his erection, the sensitive skin pulling in pleasure as he stroked it
firmly.

Buffy nodded, her eyes half closed as she watched him apply what ever in the
hell it was that he was putting on himself. "Lie back." He gently instructed,
spreading her thighs. Buffy moaned as she felt him apply the lubricant to her
back passage, realization finally hitting her. She tensed, the thought of the
pain she had heard about making her slightly unsure.

"I'll go slow, and if you don't like it, I'll stop. I promise sweetheart." He
cooed, looking deep into her eyes. Buffy nodded, her body adjusting on the bed
to get comfortable.

Lindsay gently began to massage her clit, his fingers slick with the oil. Buffy
moaned, forgetting momentarily about what was soon to happen. "Just relax my
love." Lindsay said, watching her face contort in pleasure. He took pleasure in
her small panty moans, the way her hands came up to gently play with her erect
nipples. He was about to come on her stomach, the site of her on the bed, the
memory of her tied up just moments ago.

Despite her pleasure he could feel her tense as he placed his mushroom tip at
hntrantrance. He sped up his assault on her clit, working the small bud until
Buffy forgot about anything else. As he felt her body climax he swiftly pushed
him self inside of her back passage, hissing at the tight inner muscles. Buffy
cried out in her pleasure and in her pain. The sensation made her come again
instantly as he pushed all the way inside of her. Her passionate criilleilled
the room, her body shaking.

Lindsay slowly drug him self out and then back in again, gently letting her body
adjust to him. He looked genuinely into her eyes, bending down to steal her
lips with his. He kissed her thoroughly while his body slowly pistoned in and
out of her. Buffy adjusted quickly to the feeling, her body beginning to coil
and tense as she felt pleasure build in her once more from the foreign feeling.


Lindsay gently broke off the kiss, and just stared into her eyes, conveying his
love and trust for the woman beneath him. As she started to move against him
Lindsay increased his thrusts with speed and depth, bringing him self fully out
of her before slamming back in. Lindsay wanted her to go over the edge with him
one last time.

He plucked lightly at her over stimulated bud, watching her face as she
struggled to stay conscious. He smiled at her, feeling his release beginning.
"Come with me darling." Lindsay whispered, licking her ear lobe, his fingers
frantically working her bud, and his own body seeking completion as he rapidly
pumped within her.

That was all it took, and once again Buffy crashed over the edge, her sounds
completely silenced as he followed her over to the cliff. He quickly withdrew
from her passage and sprayed his milky white semen on her stomach, his body
convulsing with the pleasure, with his final release. Buffy moaned, his hot
seed soaking into her stomach.

Lindsay dropped beside her, completely sated as he stared at the ceiling above,
the white stucco mesmerizing him. Buffy struggled to get up, her body sore in
one too many places. Every inch of her was purring and a goofy grin was
plastered on her face. Lindsay reached out a hand and grabbed her arm as she
went to stand.

"Where you going love?" He asked slly, ly, his eyes barely able to stay open as
he tried to pull her back to his side.

"Shower silly... someone gave me a bath and I'm all sticky." She said wrinkling
her nose at him.

He smiled, lifting his feet off of the bed and putting them on the ground.
"Well sense you put it that way... I guess I should clean you off." He stood
with her, kissing her pouty lips softly. "Thank you."

Buffy smiled and then moaned as she took a step, pain crashing through her body.
"I don't think I can walk..." She batted her eyes at him, laughing when he
scooped her up into his arms.

"Well, that I know I can take care of." He smiled down at her, her thin arms
locking behind his neck. "So Buffy... what naughty things do you want to do to
me?"

Buffy's tired eye's suddenly sprung to life, "Well... it would be fun to tie you
up."

Lindsay groaned, knowing that he would love every second of what she would
torture him with. "I can't wait sweetheart, I't 't wait."

The End.