Reprise Revised
Forgiving
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Wesley had led her to the elevators and pushed a button that
took them to the floor just under the penthouse.
had apartments on this floor. Faith was
impressed. This place was swank.
catching books, but the place had class.
Wes showed her to his bedroom.
Faith threw her bag on the large bed that was centered on
the opposite wall. She slowly spun around,
surveying the large room. The bed was
huge, the furniture was a dark mahogany, and the art on the wall was classic
and clearly original. Not really her
taste, but she wasn’t about to be picky.
Faith whistled in appreciation and looked back at him.
but at least they didn’t get you cheap.”
didn’t draw any kind of reaction from him.
He simply stared back at her.
thought. In fact, Wes was looking good
in general. He looked less tired and
depleted than he had the last time she had seen him, but he was still ruggedly
handsome. She could barely remember the
priggish Wesley Wyndham-Price that had shown up in Sunnydale to be her
Watcher. This man was different . . .
wiser, more dangerous, and sexier.
“The baom iom is through those doors,” Wesley continued
after the brief silence. He was aware of her appraisal and frankly, it made his
blood boil in his veins. “Have you
eaten? I could arrange to have a meal
delivered.”
Faith shook her head.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. A
girl could use a stiff drink, though, if you’ve got it.”
“Sometimes I have trouble going to sleep—need to take the edge off.”
“Of course,” Wesley replied.
“Would a bourbon and coke be acceptable?”
“Sure, but leave out the coke and make it a double,” Faith
replied with a half-smile.
Wes left the room, promising to be back shortly with her drink.
kneaded her lower back. Walking into the
bathroom, she was delighted to see the huge jacuzzi tub sitting in an alcove
surrounded by windows that looked out over the city.
situated around the tub, and turned on the faucets.
cabinet turned up the necessary toiletries and she was surprised to find a
bottle of very expensive bath oil in the back of the cabinet.
totally going to have to give Wes shit about this, she thought, as she
grabbed it and poured some into the quickly filling tub.
Faith considered waiting to undress and slide into the water
until after Wesley had delivered her drink, but when she heard the phone ring
and the sound of his voice greeting the caller, she decided not to wait.
calling to her. She went back into the
bed to to grab a few things out of her duffel and shrugged out of her black
leather jacket on the way back into the bathroom, leaving it on the floor where
it landed. Soon the floor was littered
with her tank, jeans, and boots too. She
was turning off the faucets and checking the temperature of the water when she
heard Wesley return.
When Wesley entered the bedroom and saw her jacket thrown on
the floor and heard the water being turned off in the bathroom, he knew that
Faith was most likely in some state of undress.
He didn’t care.
bathroom and the sight that greeted his eyes was erotically beautiful.
tub. She was framed by the view of the
sparkling night skyline and the candlelight flickered over her skin, making her
look even more alive, warm, and vibrant than usual.
body was almost completely exposed to him.
He felt his desire flame brightly as his eyes moved from the smooth
bronze skin covering her muscular shoulders and upper-arms to the curve of her
breast pushing out of the top of her black and red lace demi-bra.
barely-covered nipple, pressing hard against the thin fabric.
Faith was keenly aware of his presence and his hot,
appraising gaze. When she heard his low
gasp for air she raised her head, straightened, and turned slowly to fully face
him. Her heart was pounding in her chest,
and she couldn’t remember the last time a man’s presence had her so keyed.
particular man, and now she was consumed with her need to be as close to him as
possible. She watched as he raised the
glass in his hand to his lips and took a deep drink, never taking his eyes off
of her. She gave him a little grin and
walked up to him until her breasts were just brushing his shirt.
close to him and darted her tongue out to taste his lips.
her bare stomach.
“Mmmmm, good.
Thanks,” she whispered, stepping away and taking the glass out of his
hands before taking a drink of her own.
She stepped back to the bath and set the glass down on the edge.
and her body reacted to his gaze until she was wet with proof of her
arousal. Faith faced him again, reaching
behind her back and unsnapping her bra as she did so.
out her arms, throwing the bit of lace to the floor with her other
clothes.
Wes thought he might stop breathing completely when he saw
her bare her breasts for him.
couldn’t turn away. Her skin was glowing
in the candlelight and he was mesmerized by the soft fullness of her breasts
and two perfect nipples. He let his eyes
trail down her tanned stomach and saw her hands move to her hips as she turned
her back to him and slowly pulled down her tiny black thong.
down her silky legs and step out of them.
He was captivated by the sight of her high, round backside, and the way
it curved into her muscular thighs.
Wesley knew he was staring at the body of a fighter, the body of a
warrior who could kill him with her bare hands, but it was amazingly feminine
as well. Steel wrapped in silk.
Faith glanced over her shoulder to see Wes moving toward
her. He reached out and grabbed a
handful of her hair, wrapping the curls around his fist and pulling her gently
but insistently toward him. She found herself
pressed against him, her back snuggly fit against his front, his free hand
wrapping around her waist and lightly touching her stomach.
against the part of her neck that he had bared, kissing and then flicking it
with his tongue. She wiggled against him
and was rewarded when he untangled his other hand from her hair and cupped her
breast. He pulled her even closer into
his body, his lips nibbling down her neck onto her shoulder, his hands busy
stroking her body. She felt so . . .
alive. When he trailed one hand down to
touch her curls while rolling on of her nipples between the fingers of his
other hand, Faith felt her knees weaken.
She stiffened in his arms. She
didn’t know what was happening here—she was always the one in control, the one
who teased and guided the action, the one who was dominant.
turned the tables on her, but his hands and mouth felt delicious and she was
having trouble remembering why she cared.
He felt her stiffen in his arms as his hand found its way to
the silken folds of her labia. He could
feel her hesitate and start to pull away, but he tightened his grip and pulled
her roughly back, dipping his thumb into her heat, finding the hard nub of her
clitoris and gently stroking it. Wesley
moaned when he heard her whimper. He
wanted to hear her whimper, moan, groan, and scream in pleasure.
pressed his erection against her wiggling backside, enjoying the
sensations. Just as he felt her begin
to tense in approach of her climax, she pulled away from his hands.
turned to one of want when she spun to face him and began returning his
strokes. She untucked his shirt in one
rough motion and pulled it up over his head.
He wrapped his hands in her hair as Faith’s mouth ran over his chest,
and sucked in his breath when she caught one of his nipples in her mouth and
nipped on it lightly with her blunt teeth.
She continued to trail kisses down his chest and stomach until she was
kneeling in front of him and unbuckling his belt.
I’m gonna explode,
burn out of my skin, so hot, Faith thought.
The cold marble floor felt soothing against her heated flesh.
his pants, and just before she was about to just rip them off the button
finally found its way out of the hole and impatiently pulled down his pants and
boxers in one fluid motion. She didn’t
waste any time before giving his cock her full attention.
of the smooth head, glistening with his arousal, and rubbed gently before
tracing her fingers down his length.
Faith grinned at the sounds that were coming from Wes’s throat, and she
rewarded him by using her tongue to lick the path back up his shaft and
circling the head before settling him deep in her throat.
dark eyes meeting and the desire blazing between them like electricity.
So hot, so wet, so
hot. The words ran through Wes’s
head as he felt Faith take him into the wet heat of her mouth.
a master with her tongue, he managed to think before he lost the ability to
form thoughts. He let himself just
feel—feel the warm suction of her mouth, the laves of her tongue just under his
head, one hand cupping and stroking his heavy sac.
explode in her throat. When he didn’t
think he would be able to hold back any longer, he pulled her off of him and up
to her feet. He looked at her
heavy-lidded eyes and her glistening lips.
In that moment she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and
he crushed his lips to hers. Faith
returned the hard, passionate kiss with equal force, pushing her tongue into
his mouth. He tasted her then for the
first time, and something inside him was sure he would never stop craving the
taste of her. His hands roamed over her back,
down over the twin globes of her ass and he gave into the sudden impulse to
lightly slap her on one cheek. Her eyes
flew open in surprise, but after a millisecond she was kissing him even more
feverishly than before. Wes reached for
the forgotten glass of bourbon behind her on the ledge next to the tub, and
disengaging his mouth from hers, he tilted the glass over her chest until a
thick stream of the liquid ran over and between her breasts.
gasps and a sound not unlike a purr emerged from her when Wes bent his head and
began licking and sucking at her bourbon soaked skin.
them.
Faith was sure she was drowning, and she didn’t care.
this to the hands and mouth of a man.
She had always enjoyed sex, but she never allowed herself to lose
complete control. Now, with Wes, she
knew she didn’t have control of herself or the situation and she didn’t
care. She trusted him.
facing the tub again, her back to his front, she let him.
against him, aching from the pleasure of his thickness filling her completely,
pressing against her inner walls. He
wrapped one arm around her hip and reached for her throbbing clit, applying
steady, rhythmic pressure in time with his steady thrusts.
aching fullness and swirling pressure became too much to resist.
and pressed herself into him, sobbing his name as her st inn inner muscles
began to contract and release, clenching him in her wet heat.
Wesley felt the flutter of Faith’s womb as he plunged into
her depths before she began to contract around him.
squeezing him and his name coming from her lips pushed him over the edge of his
own control. He thrust hard , tw, twice,
and then erupted inside her. The air
rung with the sound of both of their names—sobbed, moaned, screamed.
It seemed like an eternity before her heart slowed down and
she felt like she could stand without the support of Wes and the tub.
her. She felt deeply satiated and
relaxed in a way she couldn’t remember having felt in a very long time, but she
also felt extremely vulnerable. She
didn’t like feeling vulnerable. She
didn’t want him to leave her now, to reject her.
usually wasn’t the one getting fucked in her sexual encounters.
she stood and wrapped her arms around herself so that her breasts were
covered. She considered what she could
say to give herself the upper hand again.
Wes was trying to regain his thoughts when he felt her move
away from him, and he saw her trying to cover herself.
couldn’t let her withdraw. Quickly,
before she could protest, he swept her up into his arms and gazed into her guarded
eyes before bending his head to tease her lips with his.
his lips to give her a playful smile.
“I think it’s time for your bath now.
He was relieved when she grinned back at him and nodded.
“Sure, big guy. I’ll
even make sure to add some of your pretty bath oil when we refill the tub,” she
teased.
He laughed and surprised them both by giving her an affectionate
kiss on the nose before setting her down.
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