A Thousand Miles – Part 5
By Bek Allen
“Are you accepting?” He removed the jewelled ring and held her left hand out.
She tipped his chin up, bringing his eyes level with hers. “Yes. I’m accepting.” The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. “I cannot think of any man I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. I love you so much, Giles.” She closed the gap between them and kissed him softly. “See, I’m a sure thing. I’m never walking out on us. It’ll take more then just a history lesson to get rid of me,” she smiled as they pulled apart.
“You have no idea how much I love you, Buffy.” He kissed her temple softly. His hands began to roam slowly across her shoulders and up her neck. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.” He moved his lips down to her jaw, kissing softly as he whispered, “I want you so much to be happy, Buffy. I want to see you live a very long and joyful life.” He looked up at her as he cupped her face in his hands. “I want you.” His lips descended on hers. Pulling her closer, he felt her chest heave against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Not on the floor, not like this,” she whispered as her lips grazed his ear lobe. She giggled as he rose and swept her into his arms, moving them over to their bed. “Rupert?” she asked as her set her down on the edge of the bed.
“Yes, my Dear?” He looked at her and grinned.
“With my entire heart and soul.” He kissed her hard on the lips, pushing her back on the bed. Settling himself between her legs, he ground himself into her, making known his evident desire. At her moan, he pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Buffy?”
“Hmm?” she panted softly.
“Do you trust me?” He nuzzled her neck softly as he waited for a reply.
“With my life,” came her whispered reply.
“Good.” He stood up and walked back over to the dinner table.
From beside his chair, he picked up a brown paper bag and carried it back over to the bed. Buffy sat back against the headboard. Raising her eyebrow at him, she asked, “What’s in the bag, Watcher o’ mine?”
“A surprise.” He smiled and leaned across to kiss her nose. “You may want to go use the lavatory. I predict that you will be detained for the rest of the evening.”
“The what?” She looked at him with wide eyes. “I may be in love with you Giles. But I’m still Miss Blond 2002. The British language is completely lost on me, you know that.”
He smiled as he shucked his jacket and tie. “I’m giving you the opportunity to go to the bathroom, as I’m going to keep you quite busy for the rest of the evening.” He turned his back to the table and began putting the empty glasses and plates back on the serving cart. When he was sure Buffy had gone to the bathroom, he removed the extra two bowls of dessert from the mini fridge. He placed them on the bedside table and pushed the cart to the hallway just outside the room door. Placing the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door handle, he shut and locked the room door. Walking back towards the bed, he kicked off his shoes, along with his socks, and placed them near his suitcase. The room was incredibly warm. The leftover ice in the champagne bucket was melting, leaving the almost full bottle floating amidst a sea of ice water.
He turned his attention back to the brown paper bag as he heard the faucets turn on in the bathroom. He grinned as he reached in and removed something before moving to meet Buffy at the bathroom door as she came out. He caught her as she went to step aside to allow him passage into the bathroom.
“You look exquisite, my Dear.” He ran his hands over the satin lilac-colored nightgown she had slipped on.
“You like?” she asked as she turned around, giving him a full view of her newest piece of lingerie.
“Very, very much. Love it even.” He smiled and ran his fingers over the lace bodice. “When did you…” He swallowed as her chest heaved with each breath, her breasts almost spilling over the top of the bodice.
“Anya.” She smiled at his raised eyebrow. “It was a gift from her to her bridesmaids; although I made her choose something entirely suitable for Dawn. Somehow, negligees for a sixteen year old just didn’t seem right. Willow got a green one, Tara got a yellow one, and I had the choice. Blue or lilac.”
He pulled her close and hugged her. “It’s beautiful. And you’re right. A negligee is entirely too inappropriate for a girl Dawn’s age.” He kissed her forehead and turned her around.
“What are you up to, Rupert Giles?” she giggled as he turned her back to him.
“I’m making us a memorable last evening in London.” He kissed her neck softly as he slipped the small black sleeping mask over her eyes.
“Rupert?” She raised her hands to her face.
“Shhh, Love. You trust me, remember?” He kissed her ear softly and led her over to the bed.
She let out a resigned sigh.
“Buffy, you have to trust me, all right? I’d never do anything to harm you. Never.” He sat her down on the bed. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”
“But,” she began.
“I won’t mind in the least.” He removed the sleeping mask. “There are things I’d like to do to you. Things I’d like you to do to me. But if you’re uncomfortable, we can stop.” He kissed her softly, his eyes full of the love and devotion he felt for the woman before him.
She captured his hands and replaced the mask. “I’ve just never…not even with…Riley…He never.” Her lips trembled as she continued. “It was just about him. There were never any…” She began to wring her hands in her lap.
“Games?” Giles pried gently as he reached for the brown bag once more.
“Yeah. He was pretty much a ‘missionary only’ man.”
“Pillock,” he muttered. “He didn’t deserve you. None of them did.” He kissed her as he lay her back on the bed. “I’ll continue with this, but only if it’s what you want.”
By way of reply, she pulled his head to hers in a long, hard kiss. “I want this, Rupert. I want you.” She sat back against the pillows and waited for him to join her.
He smiled at her naiveté and slid her back down on the bed. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.” At her nod to keep going, he lifted her arms above her head and began to wrap the blue, silk scarf around her wrists, lashing them to the head of the bed. Her face grew slightly panicked as she realised what he was doing. “I’ve only tied you in loose knots, Love. You can break them without even trying.” She nodded and he stood up and moved over to the other side of the room.
“Rupert?” Her voice sounded worried.
“I’m still here, Buffy. I’m not going to leave you.” He picked up the champagne bucket and moved back to the bed as he set the bucket on the bedside table along with the last two bowls of dessert. He moved back onto the bed, straddling her legs. “You are the most exquisite woman, I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, more to himself then for her benefit.
He reached again for the brown paper bag, taking out a small punnet of strawberries. He smiled as he watched the nervousness leave her face and the excitement of a new experience replace it. Taking a strawberry from the punnet, he carefully dipped it into one of the bowls on the bedside table. “Open,” he commanded in a soft voice. At the questioning tilt of her head, he leaned forward so his lips just brushed her ear lobe. “If you open your mouth, you’ll get a very, very lovely surprise.”
She opened her mouth slowly as she sensed Giles trying to keep himself in check. If she didn’t know any better, she’d hazard a guess that Ripper was incredibly close to making a guest appearance.
“Mmm, strawberries and chocolate,” she whispered after she swallowed the small dessert.
“I’m glad you like it.” He smiled and leaned closer to her ear once more. “Although, you seem to have forgotten exactly where your mouth is.”
“Oh.” She felt the blush creep up and her tongue peeked out to lick her lips clean.
“Here, allow me,” he whispered, bending his head slightly to trace his tongue across her lips, laving up the small traces of chocolate mousse until she opened her mouth again, her tongue seeking out his. He swallowed her moans as his tongue gently probed her mouth, learning the contours of her lips and the curve of the roof of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.
Pulling apart so they could catch their breath, Giles smiled at her flushed face and swollen lips. “You are so beautiful, Buffy Anne Summers.” He nuzzled her jaw as he reached for the bottle of champagne.
“More,” she whispered as she turned her head to seek out his mouth once again.
“Patience, dear one. We have all the time in the world.” He smiled as he tipped the bottle slowly to her lips. “Drink.” She followed his commands with precision, feeling the cool champagne slide down her throat with some dribbling down her chin and onto her chest. “Now look at you. You’re going to get your new nightgown all dirty,” he admonished jokingly.
“Sorry, Sir,” she giggled.
He laughed softly. “I’d be wary if I were you, dear one. I could get used to you calling me Sir.” He lowered his head to the tiny trail the champagne had left along her breastbone.
She moaned as she felt his lips press hot kisses to the cool trail the champagne had left. She wriggled as she felt him press into her. The places he was touching sent fire straight to her core. “Please…Rupert,” she gasped as his fingers caressed her breasts through the lace.
“In time, my Dear. In time.” He smiled as she continued to writhe against him.
She groaned in frustration as his thumbs gently brushed across her nipples, the friction made between the hard peaks and the lace making her moan loudly. She whimpered softly as she felt him slide off her legs, pressing small hot kisses across her satin covered belly.
He ran his hands up her legs, pushing the hem of her nightgown up slowly. “Stop wriggling.” His command was sharp, but non-threatening. He placed tiny kisses up along the insides of her ankles and legs.
She bit her lip at his order, willing herself to stay unbelievably still, even though he was making it incredibly hard for her. His mouth was moving dangerously close to her core. She squirmed as he gently kissed the inside of her thigh, trying to push herself closer to his mouth. Gently lifting her hips, he gave her rear a soft smack.
“I said to stop wriggling.” He raised his head and looked at her flushed face. His Ripper-like grin flashing in the dimly lit room. “Are you going to behave?” She nodded quickly. “Good, then I think we can lose the mask now.” He reached up and removed the sleeping mask, flinging it to the other side of the room. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light, his fingers grazing gently down her cheeks and across her lips. She grinned at him for a second, before opening her mouth and slowly sucking on the tip of his forefinger. His own groan was muffled as he buried his head between her legs, his tongue lashing out to lick at her delicate folds. Her gasp at his tender assault was enough for him to slip his fingers from her mouth. He smiled and reached over to retrieve another strawberry, stoping briefly to dip it in the chocolate mousse. He lifted his head to make sure he’d not spilt any on her nightgown or on the bed.
When Buffy realised what he was doing, her eyes widened. No one had ever paid that much attention to pleasing her before. With Angel it had been about first love and not wanting to cause more discomfort then what was necessary. With Parker, it had been about lust – get in, get out, and move on. – With Riley, it had been about him, his pleasure, and his needs. Now, Buffy was uncertain as to how to act. Sure, she had been gone down on before. Parker had been the first one to initiate her into the circle of oral sex. And up until now, with Giles, it had been fast and fun. But never like this. Giles had let the strawberry drip chocolate mousse along her inner thigh and soft folds. The coolness of the mousse surprised her, and she bucked her hips.
Giles quickly bit into the strawberry before offering what was left to Buffy. Pinning her hips to the bed with his hands, he descended upon her once again. His tongue delved in and out of her moist core to clean up the rich chocolate dessert. His fingers pried apart her labia as he licked slowly at her clit.
Her soft gasps had now become loud cries of pleasure. Her head was thrashing about on the bed as she tried to stave off the impending orgasm. He smiled as he stopped to look up at her with lust filled eyes. “I said no wriggling.” He raised her hips and swatted her bottom again. She yelped and bit down on her lip. She willed herself, again, to stay still. Her eyes pleaded with him as he rose and moved to the head of the bed. Slowly, he undid the knots that tied her to the bed before reaching for the punnet of strawberries.
“Rupert…you’re not…” She clamped her legs shut tight, trying to ease the desire she felt. “Playing…fair.” Her voice was thick with emotion and pent up lust.
“Now, now, Buffy.” He regarded her with a cool look. “I told you to stop wriggling. And, if you can’t stop wriggling, I can’t keep…” He leant down next to her ear. “Fucking you with my tongue.”
She moaned at his use of such coarse language. “Please…Giles…I need you… now.”
He grinned and sat back on the bed between her legs. “Will you keep still?” He regarded her with solemn eyes.
“Oh God, yes,” she gasped.
He bowed his head once again to her sex, his teeth nibbling gently at her folds, his tongue deftly exploring her core. Slowly, he raised his head as he watched her head thrash about on the pillows with her arms still above her head, tied at the wrists. Then, he entered one finger into her, thrusting tenderly as he slid another one inside her. She groaned as she used every ounce of her Slayer strength not to thrust against his hand. His thumb stroked her clit slowly.
“Come for me, dear one.” His command was soft, barely audible. “Let yourself go, Buffy.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he bent his head again and took her clit between his teeth, biting into it lightly.
She heard him, her slayer hearing picking up on the barely whispered words. She ground herself hard against his face and hand before her entire body went rigid, preparing for the mind shattering bliss she knew was about to come.
“Rupert!” she screamed as she was pushed over the edge, her whole body quaking as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. Her hands flew to his head, holding him there as he petted her down from her climax. He placed delicate kisses along her sex, flicking his tongue out every so often to lap up her juices.
After her deep shuddering gasps for air became tiny pants, she tugged on his hair and pulled him up to gaze into his eyes. “You are the most exquisite man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and of loving.” She pulled his head closer to hers, their mouths meeting in a soft carnal kiss that was filled with promise of a better tomorrow.
She giggled as she pulled herself into a sitting position. “I could’ve broken these, you know,” she stated, waving her wrists in his face.
He smiled. “I can undo the knots now if you’d like.” He reached for the champagne, taking a small sip from the bottle before offering it to Buffy.
“Not yet.” She grinned shyly at him. “I’m having way too much fun.” She placed the bottle back on the bedside table, hooking her arms around his neck and sliding into his lap. “You’re wearing too many clothes, Mr. Giles.” She ground herself against him slowly.
“B-Buffy,” he gasped as she bit his earlobe gently.
“Hmmm?” She looked up at him with longing. Her eyes half closed as she gently thrust her hips against his clothed erection.
“We’ve got to…” he began, groaning as she dragged her tongue slowly across his jawbone to nibble just under his chin. “B-Buffy, we must…” His fingers found the back of the lace bodice and deftly slipped inside to break the straps holding it up.
“Hey, you are so going to pay for that, mister. Both literally and figuratively.” She dragged her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, licking and nibbling his earlobe as his fingers began a tender assault on her breasts.
“B-Buffy…” His teeth found one nipple and gently bit into it, making her cry out in ecstasy.
She arched her head back before looking down at him. Raising her arms, she tugged her wrists apart, gently snapping the scarf. Her fingers then moved to his chest to unbutton his shirt. “Lay back, my love.” She pushed him back on the bed, following him down with a searing kiss.
He groaned as she dragged her nails over his nipples before bending her head to kiss slowly down his chest. As she backed slowly down his body, she gently ground her thigh against his cloth-covered cock. She grinned as she sat back on her heels, admiring the tiny red welts left in the wake of her nails along his chest. His eyes were half closed as he panted with need.
“P-please… B-Buffy.” He groaned as she dragged her fingers over the crotch of his pants.
She giggled as she leaned forward and kissed him through the material. “But I’m not finished yet, love.” She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. She smiled as he thrust his hips up toward her nimble fingers. Moving back farther, she tossed his pants aside after she had pulled them down. She noticed his sheepish grin as she realised he had worn nothing underneath. “Free as a bird, huh?” She smiled as she referenced one of the many songs the others had heard him sing.
He blushed as she ran her fingertip across the top of his penis, scooping the precum from the slit before raising her finger to her mouth and sucking on it gently. His moan was deep as he realised just what she was about to do. “Please…Dear Lord…Buffy.” He thrust his hips up as she bent her head to place scorching kisses around the head of his cock.
“Uh, uh, uh. Naughty Rupert.” She wagged her finger in his face as she sat back, her hand reaching to the bedside table for the last of the strawberries and chocolate mousse. “What’s good for the gander is most definitely good for the goose.” She dipped the strawberry into the chocolate mousse, making sure that there was too much chocolate dessert on the fruit. She wrapped her free hand around the base of his member, dragging the decadent dessert along his torso and rubbing it across the tip of his penis to leave a trail of rich, creamy chocolate.
His groans were now strained as he tried to hold himself together. “B-Buffy…please…” His eyes closed, all coherent thought fleeing his mind as she dipped her head to envelope the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking and lapping up the chocolate mousse as she began to stroke him with her other hand.
She removed her hand as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth. Relaxing her throat, she began to suck and lick harder and faster, surprising him as she began to hum their song. Her free hand sought out his scrotum and she began to gently massage and squeeze his balls with the tips of her fingers.
Rupert’s hands flew to her head as he began to thrust harder and faster into her mouth and throat. His muscles tightening as he felt himself on the edge of release. “Oh Christ…Buffy…” His fingers wound into her hair as he held her head while his thrusts continued to become shallower and quicker.
She tightened her grip on his balls slightly, curling her tongue around the head of his cock before dragging her teeth up and down his shaft.
Suddenly, Rupert felt the rush of orgasm hit him, and he began to shoot his seed into the back of her throat where she greedily swallowed it, squeezing her lips tighter around his shaft, milking him as he came.
When she felt him relax slightly, she let him fall from her mouth and she crawled back up his body, licking the remains of their dessert from his torso.
“Oh God, Buffy.” Giles pulled her up to him as he caught his breath. “You are… most outstanding and fabulous and wonderful. Completely unique.” He kissed her passionately, tasting a mixture of himself and the mousse on her lips.
“And just think. The night isn’t even over yet.” She caressed his damp brow and ran her fingers slowly over his chest.
Giles looked at the clock on the bedside table. “I beg to differ, Dear One, the night is well and truly over and the morning is just beginning. It’s now half past one.”
“Well, then I’m not finished yet.” She moved to straddle his waist again, grinding herself against him. “I want you so much, Rupert. I want to feel you inside me.” She leant down and sucked his earlobe between her teeth, pulling on it gently.
“What about sleeping? We have to leave early in the morning for the airport.”
“Sleep on the plane. Make love now.” She gave him her sad kitten look and squealed as he flipped her over before rolling on top of her. “Buffy want Giles.”
“Giles want Buffy.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a relentless kiss, his tongue snaking out and tracing her lips before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and biting it.
His mouth swallowed her moans as she pulled him closer to her, wrapping her legs around his waist, grinding against his sex. Her reward was a single thrust as he entered her. He stopped briefly to allow her time to accommodate him. When she was ready, she contracted her inner muscles slightly, causing him to groan and begin driving into her, quickly.
It didn’t take them long to reach the verge of orgasm. Giles tilted Buffy’s hips as he continued to pound into her, his hand slipping between them to seek out her clit. Meanwhile, Buffy’s own hands had taken on a life of their own. One had pulled Giles’ head to hers in a blazing kiss of teeth and tongues, while the other had snaked up to her chest, her fingers pinching and twisting her nipples until raw. They leapt over the edge together, each screaming out the other’s name as wave after wave of bliss swept over them.
Exhausted and out of breath, Giles collapsed on top of Buffy, burying his head in the crook of her neck as she did her best to smooth out the curls that had formed at the nape of his neck.
“Oh God, Giles.” Buffy kissed him softly on the temple. “You sure know how to woo a girl.”
He laughed as he rolled off of her, pulling her against his side as he did. “And you, dear one, know exactly how to satisfy a dottery old fool, such as myself.”
“Okay, one, at least you’re my dottery old fool.” She wriggled around to pull the sheets and duvet up around them. “And two, you’re not dottery. Being in your early to mid forties does not make you dottery.”
“Really? Then what am I?” he asked kissing her hair as they snuggled down to sleep.
They giggled and he pulled her deeper into his embrace. “Good night, Rupert. Love you.”
“Sleep tight, my love.” He relaxed and closed his eyes, letting slumber pull him deeper into the peaceful darkness