A Moments... Series

Title: A Moments Touch
By: Dani
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Feedback to: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: My first attempt at B/Linds PWP :)
Summary: A drunken moment leads to so much more.

AN: I wanted to thank everyone who helped on this fic, and just a side note its not had an offical Beta... so ignore type-o's... thanks.

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A Moments Touch (1/1):

“I don’t know if we should…” Buffy spoke softly, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip.


“Come on B… I mean how much can this Blue Label shitt ant anyway? Linds wont care, he’s totally into you.” Faith smiled pouring the thick amber liquid into the crystal glasses.


Buffy blushed, her cheeks staining crimson. “He’s not into me… he’s 27… works with my dad… I’m just a burden on him… the only reason why he let me stay here over the summer was because of some promotion he wants. Girls call the house day and night… but he just works, comes home… and watches TV with me until we both fall asleep.” Buffy grabbed the glass, the smell permeating into the air, making her nose wiggle. What Buffy didn’t mention was the numerous times they feel asleep together, her head in his lap, his strong arms wrapped around her body.


“Ya right.” Faith laughed, her head throwing back as the expensive liquid glided down her throat, coating her stomach. “What about the time he walked in on you in the shower… I think your still picking glass out of your feet from the cup he dropped. Face it B… two two have it bad for each other. Your dad… its just an excuse. I just wish my dad would let me room with a total hottie for a whole summer.” Faith poured her self another drink, her other hand pushing the clear glass that Buffy held tentatively in-between her lips at a more tilted angel, making her drink the remaining alcohol.


The rough surface of his hand gently coaxed over her skin, his flesh merging with her tanned skin so flawlessly Buffy had no idea where he began and she started. The floppy locks of hiswniswnish-blonde hair tinkled her stomach, his lips softly pursing against her skin as his tongue reached out to taste her skin.


Buffy giggled, her body moving delicately over the silk sheets as she strived to find a comfortable position. His laugh was infections, the deep baritone vibrations only tickling her further. His thin lips closed around hers, there eyes closing, their hearts merging as his taught body shifted against her bare skin. Heat ignited between them, there moving bodies creating friction of delicious passion. Buffy moaned, his tongue entering her mouth, his hardness pressing against her moist center.


She was ready, her body, her mind, and her soul. He smiled against her lips, his azure eyes opening to meet her mossy ones, understanding and compassion shining through. His hand moved to the back of her neck, his long fingers gently massaging her flesh as he kissed her gently, his lips biting at hers, his tongue lapping at his fresh wounds. His hand traced a line from her jaw to her protruding hipbone, his hungry gaze enveloping all that she was, all that she had to offer.


He hissed, his eyes falling softly shut as her moisture coated his shaft, his mushroom tip resting between her velvet folds. This was all he would allow him self. The teasing gamble of fate, the glimpse of something he had dreamed about. Buffy moaned into him, pressing her young body against his. He watched with fascination, her skin crawling with a faint blush, a reddish hue that made her glow, made her scream sex incarnate. He wanted to devour her, to sink him self inside of her untouched depths, to seek solace in her warmth. To make love to her until her could no longer move, could no longer leave the sanction of whims.


He shifted against her, dragging his body against hers so softly he could feel the rapid pace of her heart, feel the blood rushing from one artery to the other. He kissed her mouth, her cheek, her neck, his lips trailing along her chest. He moaned against her breast, her pert nipple slipping into the warmth of his mouth as his hand made circles on her stomach, slowly tracing lower towards her mound.


“Please…” She moaned into him, her hands caresses him bare back, her long nails dragging against the tight muscles of his ass.


She wanted this, wanted to give him this, wanted to show him what she her self had no understanding of.


“Shush…” He whispered, his mouth reluctantly moving from her breast to her stomach, his tongue tracing lines of fire against her already heated skin. He knew with one push he would be inside of her, her silken haven surrounding him, protecting him, and pleasuring him. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t.


He knew what he was doing was wrong, knew it was wrong the minute he stepped foot into his house. The look in Buffy’s eyes, the innocent b tha that had crept in her skin as he gazed back at her. Things had happened in a blur, he wasn’t sure who started it, if it was him or her. But he did know what was happening right that instant, who had carried the small slip of a girl into his bedroom, who had carefully removed each layer of her clothing.


He slowly worked his tongued around her navel, dipping in and out, her body beginning to squirm in release. His shaft remained parted inside of her lips, her glisten moisture coating him further, dripping onto his man hood. He kissed her one last remaining plea to her stomach before moving lower, dragging his tongue leisurely down the side of her hip to her thigh, his hand now parting through her curls.


“Linds…” She pleaded, feeling him so close, her body so tight. It was torture, divine torture sent from the heavens to make her beg.


“Buffy… I can’t… not tonight… not like this…” He spoke against her inner thigh, his hand picking up her slender leg to bring it around his shoulder. Buffy shuddered, feeling his hot breath so close to her sex, his hand barely grazing over her sensitive flesh as he removed his shaft from between her legs.


“I want to… With you…” Buffy was cut off by her own breathing, her lungs convulsing as his mouth landed to suckle on her outer lips, his nose barely touching her opening.


He said nothing, shoving his tongue against her opening, the strong muscle lic her her from top to bottom, her ambrosia liquid flowing into her mouth, his taste buds soaring in delight. He moaned into her, the strong vibrations making her hands come to scrap through his thick head of hair, her nails gently biting at his skin as her hips gyrated against his mouth. She held back, her eyes tightly shut as her mouth fell open.


Embarrassment out weighed her need for release, to feel what she had only read about, to feel what was pulsing in her veinShe She pulled back, suddenly uncomfortable with the situation, her mind reeling at how things had gone so out of control, how his wonderful lips had ended up between her legs, his tongue probing her inner walls in such a manner that she was keening, her body literally quivering.


“Don’t… “ He whispered, his tongue mimicking his words as spoke, his voice muffled. “Relax baby… let go…” He continued, feeling her shame through her tense body.


Buffy nodded, her legs closing in around his head as she felt a pulling sensation in her stomach, small electrodes running inside of her most intimate places. Her breath quickened, her pants coming in short waves of words. Lindsay knew she was close, her small moans filling his with satisfaction, making his cock pulse with lust, with need. He gently bit on her engorged clit, his finger easily sliding inside of her core as he redoubled his efforts, sending her spiraling over the abyss.

She screamed, filling the small bedroom with her passionate shrieks of pleasure. “Oh my goooooddd…..” She whispered, her body floating into emptiness. She felt free, weightless, satisfied. Stars bounced in front of her vision, her focus not able to steady on anything. Her breaths slowed, her whole body glowing in delight. Lindsay softly laughed against her thigh, planting small kisses on her legs as he looked up at her.


She smiled weakly, her hands quickly shooting up to cover her crimson face.


“You are so beautiful.” His words were slow, as was the draw of his accent. “You taste so good…” He continued his mouth now traveling up her tight stomach, hovering in between her swollen breasts. Buffy smiled, slowly moving her hands out of the way as he kissed up the side of her neck, pausing right below her ear, worrying the flesh between his teeth.


“That was amaz…” She was cut of by his mouth invading hers, his tongue quickly probing inside of her mouth, her essence heavy on his breath, her taste uniquely floating in her mouth.


His hand tenderly stroked her over sensitive bud, his fingers beginning to probe he slick opening. She gasped as she felt two strong fingers enter her, stretch her, fill her. She moaned, the coiling sensation that had no long left her body, quickly springing back into action. Lindsay could only smile against her lips, her utter tightness gripping at his fingers. He pumped them in and out; almost effortless as she her juices flowed freely. He wished it were he inside of her, his rigged hardness dragging slowly in and out of her.


Buffy opened her eyes, looking straight into his, wonder worrying her face. Why had he not taken her, sunk him self so deep inside that it hurt, made her scream with glory. “Lindsay… I don’t understand…” She spoke softly, her hands pressing against his chest so his lips were unable to connect with hers.


Testing the waters he added a third digit, her face tightening from her pleasure and pain. He could feel her stretch, could feel her tight muscles closing in on him.


“You don’t need to understand…” He answered gently, his thumb playing her tight bud, her body beginning to betray her attempts at conversation.


“I want you… inside of me… I want it to be you…” She whispered, too shy to express it any other words.


“I can’t… if I take that away from you… You’ll never get it back… save it… save it for someone you love. Your body is screaming at you, your hormones overly stimulated, but your brain… its not ready… you seventeen Buffy… you’ve been drinking… I should have never let it get this far… This is all I can offer you…” He spoke with meaning, each syllable carefully selected as he pumped into her faster, mimicking his actions as if he was truly encased in her.


“I’m not drunk…” Buffy spoke laborly, her words drawn out in long pauses as she felt her second climax approach. He kissed her roughly, his hand quickly curving to stroke untouched territories. Her body shook in quivering delight, his name on her lips, against his tongue as her body released any and everything that she had.


Gently bringing her body back into the plane of reality, into existences he withdrew his hand, tempted to taste her again, to feel her convulse around his lips, for his nose to bury with her scent. Buffy closed her eyes in tiredness, her body numbly aware of another body as he wrapped around her, holding her nimble body to his bare chest, his rock hard penis pressing against the cleft in her ass. He moaned in grief and pain as she unconsciously shifted against him, wiggling her taunting ass against his dick.


He gently bit into her shoulder, his shaft sliding between her legs to rest safely between her wet lips. Buffy moaned in half protest, in half willingness, feeling her tired body come of life.


“Sleep my love… sleep…” He whispered into her ear, sucking on her lobe as his head moved to the crook of her neck, his body molding to hers in perfection.


Lindsay woke to a strange sensation, a soft pursing of flesh surrounding him, making the corners of his mouth curl up slowly. He moaned breathless, his balls beginning to tighten, his shaft encased in nothing short of heaven. He tiredly opened his eyes, a mass of blonde hair filling his vision, bare tanned flesh hovering over his body, wet sex gently gliding against his legs.


“Buffy…” He moaned, her strong tongue sweeping over his rigged hardness, her teeth gently nibbling on the thick vein that ran on the base of his shaft.


Buffy spared him no glance, her eyes shut as she applied her full concentration to the task at hand. She sucked him further into her mouth; his harsh pants a positive response to her actions. She moved her head up and down steadily, her hand joining his dick to move in speed with her actions, her mouth acting as a tight sheath around him.


“Oh my god…” He panted, his voice thick with accent, his eyes still not even fully open. What was she doing to him, where in hell had she learned to do that… with her mouth, her tongue, and her precious hand making sure no inch of skin was uncovered?


Buffy smiled, having no clue as to what she was doing, she felt confident in her endeavor. Speeding up her actions in time to the gentle thrusting of her slender hips Buffy grinded her self against him, her body beginning to pulse with her own selfish need, her core practically dripping with her need from him.


Lindsay didn’t know what was more erotic, her silky hair gently tickling his tights, or her moist center striving to get friction, her body automatically recognizing its need for release. His eyes closed, his hands coming to settle on her shoulders, one hand moving her hair to the side, he eyes looking at the amazing sight before him. Before Lindsay could reason right or wrong, her felt him self pull at her body, her eyes rising in question.


He shook his head, no words, as his bent down the best he could to shift her body, picking her up and moving her in the opposite direction, her tight ass coming to rest right in front of his face, her knees placed on either side of his hips, her mouth still deliciously encased around his length.


He smiled, her glistening perfect sex right in front of his nose, her aroma sweeter to him them anything else that could have existed at that moment. Buffy’s body was shaking with anticipation, with embarrassment, with the unknown. Before she had a chance to change her mind, or him change his own illegal actions, his mouth sunk against her, his tongue probing her insides with out hesitation.


Buffy screamed against his steel rod, her teeth dangerously racking over the soft skin as she pushed her body against his face. He smiled, his coming up to grip onto her thin hips, bringing her further down against him. He was lost between her ravenous mouth, and the warmth that surround his tongue. He pursued her more aggressively, his mouth attacking her core, his tongue dripping from her opening to the slit of her rosette. Her body began convulsing as he tracked the same path over and over again, her hips now heavily thrusting into her mouth, his climax literally ripping from his balls as he nibbled on her skin.


She had no warning, his hot seaman spraying into her mouth, pouring down her throat as she her self felt her own cum pour into Lindsay’s mouth, an orgasm so strong she felt in the marrow of her bone, her teeth tingling with feeling at her intense and still new pleasure. Lindsay groaned, eagerly eating her, tasting her, drinking in her essence as the phantom feelings of her opening on him kept him thrusting into her mouth.


She swallowed, the thick substance coating her throat as she laid her head against his muscular thigh, her breathing so uneven she feared for her safety. Lindsay let his head fall back into the feathers of comfort, his cranium surrounded in bliss as took in the moment. Never, not once in his 27 years of life had he experienced that, a feeling so deep it scared his soul.


He knew it was wrong, the whole thing, Buffy, her wet sex just a couple of centimeters away from his face, her own mouth already tainted with his seed. But somehow he had trouble stopping himself, denying himself what he wanted, what he needed. Before he could think or breath he flipped them, landing Buffy on her back, her eyes dancing in front of his.


No hesitation, no words, just him and her. Two lovers from a lifetime of angst and heart ache, to souls seeking comfort in the bliss of an angel. He kissed her roughly, her tender lips already swollen, now bruised with her force. He could feel himself swell, could feel his thick blood slowly fill his penis, elongating the appendage. Buffy lost her self in him, her body melting in with his as she pressed her nipples into his chest, her legs wrapping around his as she felt him at her entrance. No thoughts entered her head, no first times, no lost or current loves, the pressures of young adult hood, just him and her.


He pushed into her heat, the enveloping fire eating at this flesh as he sunk so gingerly inside of her that she a perfect solitary tear ran down her cheek. She felt no pain; just pleasure the completion that she had longed for. He moaned into her, his shaft so hard that he could feel every beat of her pulse points beating with him, against him, inside of him.


He moved with a stealthy grace, his body silhouetting in the night shadows, his flexing muscles glistening with moisture from the sheer heat of there coupling. Buffy cried out, her pleasure increased ten fold with each powerful thrust of his hips, each inch that she felt press into her. She pushed against him, their bodies speaking in an ancient language, calling out to each other. Over and over he propelled into her, her velvet core massaging him, teasing him, making him ache in the soles of his toes.


It could have been minutes or hours, neither new, neither cared as they built to their release, each feeling the base of the electricity attack there central nervous system. Buffy was mute with desire, words long forgotten, just the strokes of his shaft against her. They screamed, low and high as they felt an explosion, his white creamy essence bathing her.


Buffy’s eyes could no longer take the darkness of the night, her mind reeling and void with a pleasure she was sure could never be topped. Lindsay moaned incoherently as he collapsed against her slick body, his head resting next to hers as their breathing slowly and steadily evened out. Lindsay spoke tired, his breath coming from his most sincere depths…” Umm… I love you Buffy.” He whispered, settling against her ear. Buffy smiled, knowing that she had made the right choice, “I love you too Lindsay.” That is how they slept, each incased in the other, the problems of the world fading into a black abyss.


The End… for now :)