ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES

CHAPTER 88 - DELIRIUM

William half dropped, half set Elizabeth down on the bed and tumbled forward himself, landing on top her. He kissed her, as he pulled her top off, while she was busy trying to do the same to him.

Laughing, kissing, hard and hungry, they quickly discarded the rest of their clothes.

“I want you inside me now, William,” Buffy said, pulling him on top her.

He kissed her, looking at her, as he did, as he slipped into her warmth, her heat, her body. His heaven, his home.

“God, I love the way you feel around me,” he said, as he slowly thrust in and out of her, He marveled at the way her eyes closed, when she arched her body to meet his thrusts. “Love the way your body molds to mine, the way you hold onto me.”

What he didn’t know was that she closed her eyes, not just from the physical sensation that made her want to shut them, but from the intensity of his gaze, looking down on her, into her. His blue eyes, silently pleading, demanding entrance into her, into her soul, into her very being…sometimes it was just too much, she had to look away, afraid to get lost in them, afraid…and so she held back, a little bit orselrself. Gave him all of what she could, prayed it would be enough.

“Oh, God, William. Yes, yes, love you, love you,” she said, her whole body tensing, then releasing, as she clamped down around him, body arching into his, as she came, pulling him in more, more, until he thought he was going to explode from the intensity of her orgasm. As it subsided, he regained his momentum, thrusting into her again and again. She whimpered from the post-orgasmic sensitivity as she felt him grow harder, stronger, harder still. She couldn’t believe it was building again inside her, from the inside out. She clamped down on him, automatically, her body in the driver’s seat, as she did, William could hold on no longer, he came, moaning her name, almost a cry upon his lips, spilling inside her, until he was spent, until they both were.


A couple of hours later, she woke up for the second time that morning. This time she smiled, as she saw him next to her on the pillow. Hereal.eal. Not a dream.

She wrapped herself around him more, finding her niche in the space between his arm and shoulder.

Sleepily, he pulled her in tighter, as his hands roamed down her back, resting on her hip.

In turn, her hand grazed over his chest, down to his lower stomach, then to his hip, also. It was one of her favorite places to rest her hand. Intimate, possessive, reassuring. She smiled to herself as she felt him squirm slightly, a couple of inches lower than where her arm rested. She accidentally-on purpose, adjusted her arm, so that it just lightly brushed against his cock.

He lay there straining to get her arm to touch him again. She had to know he was aroused, didn’t she? Hmm, he thought, two can play at that. Slowly he brushed his fingers over her hip area and over her behind, letting his fingers fall just south of her cheeks, resting on the soft skin just below. Now it was his turn to smile, as she moved herself closer, so that his fingers might have more contact.

They both played the game like this for a while, each trying to get the other person to give in, beg for the others touch.

So far, William was winning this one, but not by much. Finally, Buffy, having been teased by the lightness of his touch for too long, grabbed him like she meant it. He groaned as she reached down, taking his balls into her hands, massaging the sensitive area beneath them, and finally wrapping her hand around his lengtumpiumping it from the head to the shaft.

In turn, his fingers now massaged the soft skin that was the uppermost part of the back of her thighs. She adjusted herself, giving him access, and his fingers found their way inside her. He stroked the inside of her with them, as she moved up and down on them, panting, lost in the delicious sensation of his touch. In little time, she was once again, riding the crest of yet another orgasm.

Wincing a bit, because she’d gripped him tightly when she’d been in the throes of her orgasm, he gently lifted her hand off of him. Instead, he pulled her on top of him. She could feel the moisture wiping across his thighs, as she spread her legs to straddle him. His hands held her up a bit by her hips, as she reached down to position him.

They both gasped as she slid down his length, enveloping him inside her.

“God, you’re so hot, Elizabeth,” he gasped She She smiled at the double entendre, “So are you, William, so are you,” she quipped.

She leaned over, lying down on top of him. He kissed her mouth, hungrily, as his hands pulled at her hips, controlling their motion. She knew he liked it best this way sometimes, her on top. She twined her fingers into his hair, as her tongue twisted and entwined with his. He was now pulling her hips down faster and faster. She moaned into his mouth, making his drink her in even more. Faster and faster his hands clasped and unclasped at her hips. Finally she had to break from his mouth, putting her head onto his shoulder, his neck, as he thrust up into her harder and harder, until she heard him cry out, felt him explode inside her, filling her, completing her.

His breath settled after a couple of minutes and he released his death-grip on her hips, instead, putting his arms around her back, massaging her.

She stretched out her legs, still on top him, and kissed him, “Good?”

“Oh, God!” was all he could say, that and his gentle kiss said it all.

Reluctantly, she rolled off of him. He turned toward her, so that he was on his side.

“What are you thinking?” he asked her.

“I’m thinking I should probably get up and fix us some lunch before we starve to death from all the calories we’ve been working off.”

“Know what I’m thinking?”

Oh, she bet she knew! She was turning him into a sex bot!

“What are you thinking?”

“Just that I wish we never had to get up from this bed. Just me, you, and the bed. Maybe some water would be nice, too. Make love to you all the time, day, night, afternoon. For an eternity, again and again. Never get tired of you, of loving you, of making love to you. That’s what I was thinking,” William said smiling.

“Me, too,” she said, kissing him.

“Never get tired of you, all the ways I’d find to make love to you, to make you scream,” he said in a low, sexy voice that reminded her of Spike.

Her sex twitched. Jesus.

He watched as her chest hitched up slightly at his words, how her hips instinctively shifted closer to him.

“Never get tired of kissing you, your mouth, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Kiss the inside of your thighs so gently, just below your…”

Her sex twitched again, pulsed with need, as his honey-filled voice made could make her feel him right there…

“…beautiful, ripe, delicious…”

He smiled at her in the most decadent way now, aware of what his talk was doing to her. He could see her chest heaving as he described exactly what his tongue would do to her.

She started to put her hand between her legs, but he stopped her.

“Too much talk, eh? Want me to show you instead?”

She could only numbly nod her head as he crawled with a panther like grace over her, kissing down her body as he went.

Only Spike had ever been able to claim her this way. And now William was doing it, too. Her body became his instrument to be played again and again. His slightest look, his touch, his words bringing her from zero to wanton slut in nothing flat.

Her sweet, innocent William of a month ago, had now come into his own as a man. Her mind blurred the distinction even further, between the two, as his talented tongue slid into her, teased her, licked her, and once again, made her scream his name as she was brought over the edge. Lights, camera, ecstasy, all rolled into one.

Another couple of hours passed and she lost count of how many times they’d made , na, napped, gotten up to grab some yogurt (who had known that yogurt could be so much fun?) to eat and some more juice to keep up their energy. Her body was now in a state of sexual delirium, over aroused, sensitized to the slightest touch, look, word from him. She didn’t realize it was even possible to have that many orgasms in one day! Orgasms that seemed to be getting stronger with each next one, rather than weaker.

William looked down at Elizabeth with concern, she seemed to be state of…?

“Elizabeth? You okay?”

“Um-hmm,” she said, kissing his already swollen lips.

“You seem…maybe we should take a break.”

“Thought we were taking a break,” she said, stretching, “but done ‘breaking’ if you are,” she smiled at him, a lascivious grin on her face.

“No, I mean, maybe we should get up, take a living room break or kitchen break,”

She was about to protest, when her eye caught the time, “Oh crap! I was supposed to call Dawn today. Probably should call Clem, too. Okay, we’ll take a break, complete with clothes and everything.”

“Clothes?” he pouted, “naked is good, too.”

“No naked. Naked means more sex, which is good, but not if you want us to take a break,” she said, smiling, smacking his bottom.

She squealed, as he pulled her back as she attempted to get up. He kissed her hard, making her moan again. Then he released her, a big smirk on his face.

She loved it when he smirked. She started to kiss him again. Felt his hands roaming over her body.

“No, no. Kissing bad. Never get up. Oh, God, yes, there, oh…”

END CHAPTER 88