AUTHORS: dru as Faith & Evil Willow as Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Mile High Club
PAIRING : Faith/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: dru and EvilWillow started
this, but dru finished it! Please, enjoy!
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PART
SEVEN
We hold hands as we climb up the
stairs and once we're inside, I kick off my shoes. He does the same and then he
turns to me. "Faith," he says. "I don't want us to rush into
anything… since we just- *you* just- got here and-"
"Xander." I step toward
him and place my finger on his mouth to quiet him. "Why don't we try
honesty again? In fact, why don't we make it our policy. I wanna *be* with you,
Xander, in *every* way possible. I-" Yeah, Faith. Honesty! 'Cause it's
*so* easy.
Okay. Here goes. "I want to
make love with you, Xander."
Bleede eedle eedle.
That's the sound my brain makes
when she goes and says something like that. Other wise, my brain is pretty much
silent, except for-
Bleedle eedle eedle.
"Xander?" I ask. He
isn't moving, isn't speaking, isn't saying anything that would even indicate
that he's alive, save for breathing.
"Xander?" I repeat.
Ordinarily, as in a few months ago, a few years ago, I might have taken this to
mean he didn't want me. I tend to run when things get emotionally complicated
for me. And this pretty much takes the cake.
"Xander?"
Bleedle eedle eedle.
Work brain, WORK!
She's staring at me, wondering if
I'm okay, wondering if it was a mistake to even sugges-
"I've been waiting four
months to make love with you, Faith."
Ooo, *smooth* Xander. I didn't
even *know* I could say stuff like that. And she looks pretty excited about it
too.
Okay, lets prove it wasn't luck.
"For four months, I've dreamed of your heat, of your molten lava
surrounding me. You seemed to just swallow me with your lips as you took me
into your body."
I slip my arms around her waist
and draw her in to me, making her intimates press against mine. God, she's so
sexy. "I've wanted nothing more than to feel that again, to be buried
inside you, to have you hold me still while we *both* feel you stretch…"
Oh, shit. I'm *so* fucking hard as
I pull tighter against me. "And it also occurs to me, that I never got to
taste your pleasure, Faith. I never got to lick those beautiful lips, doused in
your ambrosia. I never got to push my tongue inside you and feel you quiver
around me. And I want that too."
Bleedle. Eedle. Eedle.
His arms feel so good around my
waist. His entire *body* feels so… perfect pressing against me. I can feel his
erection throbbing, even between our clothes, I can feel the blood pumping
through it. I can feel his heartbeat, pounding against his chest. It all feels
so right.
My heart is racing as well and I
just want him inside me. Terribly so.
He remembered how much sex talk
turns me on. I wonder who he's been practicing with.
She's panting as she stands here,
her hands on my forearms, not knowing what to do.
And *this* time, *I* know what
*she's* thinking. "Every night, Faith, every night I would think about
what I wanted to do to you, *with* you. I'd think about how warm you would feel
against my face as I buried it between your legs. I thought about how you would
hold my head, grabbing my hair, screaming your pleasure, begging for more while
I was drinking you down. I thought about that every night."
HOLYSHIT.
I grab the back of his neck and
attack his mouth. No preamble. Just our tongues, gliding against each other,
his cock more insistent than before. I gyrate my hips, rubbing against him
sensuously.
His tongue is so soft in my
mouth. I want to tell him about it.
I pull away and look deep into
his eyes. "Your tongue, Xander."
"Yes?"
"It's so soft in my mouth.
So slippery and warm. I wonder how it would feel sliding against my thighs,
licking me clean, drinking *us* from my core. I wonder how deep it could go,
how deep you'd push. How deep I'd let you go before I came around it, came into
your mouth, onto your face. I wonder how I would taste if I licked *you*
clean."
Ohshitneedtobenakednow.
From the way she's looking at me,
I doubt she'll protest much.
"This time, Faith, I will
most assuredly taste every inch of you, every drop your body provides. But not
in the living room… I want our first time in a bed. When I enter you, kiss you,
swallow you… I want it to be in m- *our* bed."
"Our bed," she repeats.
Good. And holyshit. I don't think
I have any blood left in my brain.
I *barely* make it to the bedroom
with her hand in mine. But we do make it. It's a total mess. There are clothes
everywhere, I haven't made my bed in I don't know how long. The sheets are
dirty to say the least.
Dammit. I wanted this to be
perfect for us. For *her*.
I see how upset he gets upon
entering his bedro- *our* bedroom. I watch as his face gets red from
embarrassment. He's trying to figure out how to get me out of the room, like he
doesn't want me to even *see* it.
He turns to me, "Maybe we
sho-"
I kiss him again, more
insistently, before saying, "No. We shouldn't. We'll make love in *this*
bed, *right* now. All day."
"But-"
"No, Xander," I kiss
him again and run a finger down and up his fly. "I want *you* and
everything that comes *with* you. You should never be embarrassed about
anything with me. *Especially* with me."
Oh, god. How does she always know
*exactly* what to say?
But still… this is the room of a
pauper. She should have the room of a queen.
Ohmygod. "Xander," I
say, with my hand unconsciously placed over my heart.
Ohfuck. I said that out loud?
"Xander, that is the most
beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me."
I can't believe it. The erotic
talk was one thing, but that? That's on a whole other level. And I'm crying.
Oh, now I made her cry. I take her
face in my hands and wipe the tears with my thumbs before grazing her lips with
mine. Her lips are even a little salty from her tears as I tentatively lick
them, before sliding my tongue inside her mouth.
I can feel her hands rubbing my
arms. That's it. Just rubbing my arms gently and I swear, it's one of the best
things I've ever felt. Beyond her mouth on my… beyond anything I've ever felt
before today.
And that's something.
"Xand," I moan softly
into his open mouth. I pull away and look into his eyes. He wants this to be
perfect for us and I do too. "I… have to go to the bathroom. I'll be back
in a few."
"Okay," I agree. I know
she's just going to give me some time to clean the place a little. And she
knows that I know, but it's okay. I seriously can't clean up fast enough and
this fucking hard-on doesn't help either, but I'm motivated.
I take the time to wash my face
and hands, but- the shower looks so enticing. I haven't had a nice long shower
in some time, and if Xander's planning on licking any part of my body, I'd like
to be fresh.
So this will give him more time.
I hear the water turn on and it's
perfect. That'll give me twenty or so more minutes. Time enough to change the
sheets and light some incense and candles.
And then, she'll come out all
naked and wet- oh god…
Shit, I'm leaking so badly. And
it takes every ounce of self-restraint I have not to bring myself off once in
the shower, but I want to feel Xander, not me. I've felt me for too long.
She just turned off the water.
Perfect timing. Just enough time to light the last of the candles and strip to
my boxers. And okay, they're not silk or anything… hell, I don't even know if
they're plain cotton. Shit. I need better stuff if she's going to come out all
gorgeous- and I can't wait to kiss her belly.
I can't wait to watch our baby
grow inside her! I'll get to lay next to her at night with my hand on her
growing stomach. I'll get to slide into her and open her passage for our child.
I'll get to suckle her breast milk…
And I want to do that. All of it.
I want to taste every part of her, including her milk. Perhaps it's strange,
but- I want every part of her.
Isn't that what I was obsessing
about for the past four months? Not the milk part, but the being with her in
every possible way? Isn't it the *lack* of her that found me in the bars
drinking every weekend?
And now she's here and we're going
to be together… We're going to make *love* because we l- because *I* love
Faith.
Ohgod! I love Faith!
Wow. Maybe I always did.
Damn, that felt wonderful. I
glance at myself in the mirror. I don't know, I don't see the glow people are
always talking about. But this is the first time I've really allowed myself to
think about the future and this child.
I place my hand on the slight
swell of my stomach. I'm just *barely* starting to show, but there *is* a
little bump there. And my breasts? I knew they get bigger during pregnancy but-
damn. Not like I need it, but it doesn't hurt. Right? But seriously, I wonder
if that's normal? So soon? Perhaps it's another slayer thing that I'm already
producing milk.
Quite frankly, it's a little
disturbing considering that I still have five months left and I'm already
leaking a little.
God- the throbbing between my
legs hasn't subsided. I just can't believe I'm here, with Xander on the other
side of the door, waiting to make love to me.
It almost seems like a dream. The
day I found out that I was pregnant, I've dreamt of nothing more.
I'm glad he wants this baby. I
don't want my child to grow up in the type of house that *I* did. I think both
of us feel that way.
And he wants to be with *me* too.
Just that fact scares the shit out of me. I can't remember a time when *anyone*
wanted to be with me on a permanent level. And if I'm completely honest with
myself, I want *him* on a permanent level. Xander's a good man with a good
heart. He's kind and compassionate and loving and funny. He's also forgiving
and loving and considerate.
In short, he's exactly what I've
always wanted for myself. I can't believe I never saw that. I can't believe he
forgives me all the hurt I caused him and that he wants to be with me.
I can't believe I'm falling in
love with him.
"Xander?" I say as I
open the bathroom doo- "Ohmygod."
PART
EIGHT
Oh my god. She is *beautiful*. I
don't think she's ever… I don't think *anyone* has ever looked that beautiful.
"Faith-" That's about
all I can manage right now. Just her name. "Faith."
Ohmygod. I think I'm going to
cry. It looks so- beautiful. All for me. He lit candles and- incense? He had- I
inhale again. Oh, it's one of my favorite scents. Egyptian Goddess.
"Xander, it's so
beautiful," I say as I step into the candle light.
"*You're* beautiful, Faith.
You take my breath away."
And Gods… she does. She steps out
of the darkness of the bathroom and I see the candle light flickering on her
flawless skin, still glistening a little from the shower. Her dark, thick hair
hangs in wet curls over her shoulders, just covering her darkened nipples. And
her breasts? They are heavy from pregnancy- I can tell. I remember every inch
of her from last time and I thought she was curvaceous *before*- Pregnancy has
only accentuated all her womanly curves.
I allow my eyes to travel downward
to- Ohgod. "Our baby?" I ask and her fingers trail lightly over the
slight swell in her belly.
"Our baby," she replies.
Our baby is filling her as we
speak, as *I* will be soon. I never thought anything could be more intimate
that what we've shared in the past, but this? This is beyond intimacy.
My eyes slide down her form
further, to the apex of her legs and the dark nest of curls between her thighs.
The place where I was buried inside her, where we made a child.
"Faith, I didn't ever think
it would be possible to feel this happy with anything, *ever*."
Ohgod.
"Xander-" I can feel my
skin burning under his intense glare. He's literally devouring me with his
eyes. He's staring at me so intensely, I can barely stand it. My skin is on
fire and the throbbing between my legs is now an insistent pounding between my
thighs *and* in my ears.
I walk toward him with a smile.
"I want you to feel our baby, Xander, with nothing between us but skin.
It's so amazing to know that I have a child inside me. *Our* child."
"Faith, lie down," he
says as his hand slides over mine. We cup the small swell of my stomach as he
leads me to the bed. Hunter green satin sheets, to match the color of my eyes.
I lie where he guides me and I
look up at him. "I want to take the time to love you and this child as I
should, Faith. I *want* to love you and this baby, for the rest of my
life."
"OhgodXander-" I gasp.
I slide my hand up his arm to his face and he holds our child, tenderly
stroking his thumb on my silken skin. I swear I can feel the baby moving inside
me.
Okay. Confession time. I just hope
she doesn't run screaming from love, as she's been known to. I couldn't take
that kind of rejection, not after feeling our child, not after *holding* our
child inside her as I am.
"I- perhaps I always have,
Faith. I don't know. I just know that regardless of a baby, I… I- I *love* you.
*You*. I love you, Faith."
"Xand-" she whispers
while tracing my lips with her index finger. "I love you too."
OhshitIneverexpectedhertosayittoo!
My one hand holds his face and my
other covers his hand that rests over our child. "Make love to us, Xander.
Let me and this baby feel your love."
He nods and descends down to my lips. The kiss is soft and sweet but
it just sweeps me away with passion. Haven't I dreamt of this every night my
entire life? To be filled with child and love?
I always thought this dream was
so far out of reach- but he makes me believe it. And when he lies down next to
me, sans boxers, I feel his skin against my own and he makes my body tingle.
His hand gently rubs my swollen
stomach and my channel is already contracting on itself, waiting for him to
come home.
His tongue tangles with my own
and my chest is heaving toward him. I feel one of his legs slide against one of
mine, between my legs and I spread them further away to entice him. I feel his
thigh rubbing against my aching, dripping sex, as he moves above me.
I kiss down her neck, licking the
water from her skin as I continue down. I suckle her collarbone and nip at the
skin there. I can feel her arching toward my thigh and I slide it further up to
her sex. I can feel her sliding against my knee, dripping onto my skin,
covering me in her arousal.
I'm content to let her rock
herself to frenzy as I taste her heaving bosom. I nuzzle between her full
breasts and notice the little moisture coming from the beautiful peaks. Each
areole is a deep rose color, peaking perfectly with two hardened nipples.
"You're breasts are so
beautiful, Faith. So perfect-" I murmur as I lower my lips to one. I lave
around the rose first, licking my way down the soft, pillowy flesh to the side
of her breast first. I rub my lips over the skin and my nose, inhaling the
scent of her flesh.
She continues rocking gently into
my knee, which is seemingly appeasing her as I continue my tasting of her
gorgeous, overflowing bosom. I lick carefully around the pebbled nipples before
covering the entire peak of her breast with my mouth. She whimpers loudly,
arching into my mouth, and I take into my mouth as much of her flesh as she'll
allow. I suck gently an- ohgod. Her milk! Her breast's milk!
"OHFUCK!" I scream as
he starts to suck savagely at my breast. I can feel him drawing the milk out of
my body and into his. Ohgod. I start thrashing and thrusting against his knee,
begging for release, as he's suckling my breast like an infant.
His hands are molding my flesh,
pushing my breast into his mouth, into his face. He's- making love to my breast
as it feeds him, nourishes him…
"SHIIIIT!" I screech as
I come, contracting and squeezing my own orgasm from my body. I flood his knee
and spill onto the new sheets. I don't think I've ever come so hard in my
entire existence.
My entire body convulses and
contracts from orgasm.
My neglected nipple aches as he
sucks on its twin. My other breast actually *aches* for his mouth, and my
passage is aching for *him* as well. I've never felt this way before- never
felt the lips of my sex pulsating this much before. They are so full of blood
for him, to envelope him and welcome him into my body- I spread my legs as far
as I can and I feel the cool air hitting my opening. My sex is on fire and the
cool air gives me the chills.
HOLYSHIT! I slow my sucking as the
milk runs dry. I know she came. And she came *hard*. I know that because I felt
her orgasm. I *tasted* it in the milk. I tasted everything in the milk- her
love, her passion, her pleasure- It was amazing and it made *me* come. I
covered her abdomen when I spilled myself.
I release her one breast and look
over at its twin. I watch for a moment. Maybe it's just a trick of the eye, but
the nipple is actually pulsing from a flow of blood. I look up at her and the
lust in her eyes is unbelievable.
I slide my hand down her body and
her muscles jerk and twitch as I gently run my fingers around her opening. I
feel her muscles contract in enticement. Her skin- her entire body- is flush
with desire. For me.
I don't think I've ever been this
turned on by anyone. I watch as her muscles heave in yearning and I'm torn
between the desire to take the milk from her aching breast or her convulsing
passage. But the intense craving to taste her intimates wins as I've already
drank of her breast. I'll drain the other a little later once I've tasted her
arousal.
I watch him lick his lips on his
way down my body. Ohgod. I'm shaking in anticipation of welcoming any part of
him into my body. I know we've been intimate with each other before, but that
was about lies. This isn't. This is about love. And I've never loved anyone
before.
He runs his tongue on the inside
of my lips, careful to avoid my opening and clit. I shudder and convulse,
moving my hands to breasts to toy with my nipples. I scream out of painful
pleasure. My one nipple is so oversensitive now that he's left a hickey over
the rosy peak. The other nipple is so full of blood and ache for the release he
can bring to its heaviness that it hurts when a mouth doesn't touch it.
Ohgod- HIS TONGUE!
I impale her on my straightened
tongue once I notice her squealing nipple-play. She arches her entire body into
me and away from me all at once. Her face contorts in pleasure as her body
clamps down on my muscle. I bury my face in her, pushing my nose against her
clit.
Ohgod! She tastes so delicious!
She's flooding my mouth with her already soaked channel. I could die right
here, with my face buried inside her and be perfectly content. Her pleasure
covers my face as I drink my fill, open my mouth wide to taste her most
intimate flesh.
I've gone down on girls before but
I never really understood why they called it 'eating her out' until now. I just
want to devour her flesh and literally eat her inside out. Her flesh is divine,
clamping down me, her thighs closing around my head, holding me to her. I don't
even know how I'm managing to breathe but as long as I can, I don't care how.
Being buried so close to her core, so close to our child, is just too much for
comprehension.
Ohmygod. He's just burying his
face inside me. I clamp my thighs around his head as I shake and scream in
pleasure as I feel him swallowing me and my flesh. I buck my hips up and ride
his face.
He slips his hands under my
buttocks and slowly sits up, lifting my hips with his face. I wrap my drape my
legs over his shoulders and use my arms to support the new position. My legs
just fall completely open and he slides his tongue in deeper toward my core. I
feel so open to him. I *am* so open to him…
I buck my hips more and just
start thrashing. I hear him moaning and groaning into my flesh and it just
makes me whimper and scream his name more.
She's like a faucet of fine wine.
I love how her body is so limber and amazing. Even as I sit her, with her sex
practically *around* my face, she supports her weight on her elbows and arches
up to meet my mouth.
I swear, she just keeps coming and
coming. There seems to be an endless flow of her pleasure coming to my mouth
and I take it all because I really am drinking from her fountain and her
pleasure is eternal. Her sex is Heaven to me.
"Xander-" I gasp as I
come and come. And come again.
I actually start crying. My
nipples are on fire now, both are overfilled and leaking with milk for my
hungry lover. My entire body aches now and my passage clamps down on him and I
don't think I can come *one* *more* *time*.
Finally, I can't hold myself up
anymore and I fall down limply. His hands release me and let me fall into his
lap. I can feel his erection aching and throbbing against my sex as he places
my legs on either side of his waist. I look up at him sleepily and see the lust
in his eyes and my cum on his face. Ohgod. I'm wet again.
I look down at her tired, still
aching form. Her hips lay between my thighs and I extend my legs out to her
sides. I look down at my pulsing, purple, sore cock. How long was I buried
between her legs that I am actually sore from *not* coming? I *have* to come
and it's going to hurt so much… but it'll be such sweet ecstasy!
She's so tired she can barely
move. I slip a finger inside her, making sure I didn't drain her completely,
but she's already starting to lubricate herself again, despite her mind's
protests to sleep. "Shh- I'll make love to you slowly, Faith."
"Xander-" she whimpers.
"I can't- not again. I can't-"
"Shh… just a gentle one,
Faith. A small gently wave, one last and then I'll suckle you to sleep."
Ohgod.
I'm too tired to be turned on,
but I am, just picturing his head laying on my chest, slowly sucking on my
breasts as we fall asleep.
I lie back and relax as I feel
his hands position his erection at my stretched opening.
I see she's exhausted but my body
is demanding to be inside her. "I'm sorry-" I whisper before pushing
my cock inside her. She barely has enough energy to arch her back but by the
fluttering of her vaginal walls and the gush of pleasure that I feel against my
oversensitive skin, I know she likes it, even if she is partially asleep.
It won't take much, I know. I
secure her legs around my waist and decide it will be easier to move her hips
than to change positions. So I lift her hips gently, so as not to disturb her
too much, and pull her toward me, pushing my hips up a little. This isn't
working.
Okay. I lie back onto the bed and
pull my feet up so my knees are bent. And then I start pumping my his downward,
pushing my cock into her open passage.
Ohgod. He's- I feel his cock
entering me, completely straight, from below? I lift my head slightly to see
his legs bent and his hips sliding toward me on the bed. Through the haziness
of my mind- I swear I've seen this in Tantra books or something….
My hands wander to my breasts and
start squeezing them. The milk just oozes out of them because they are so full-
for him… And my passage is aching. My entire body is.
One more. One more.
Once more and I'm done. I lie
back and gather all the slayer muscles and strength that I can, before clamping
down on his cock like a vice.
"FAAAAIIITHHHH!" I screech as I shoot inside her, pumping her full of
me as her body spills the last drops it can, squeezing them out of her
overworked glands.
I pull out of her and crawl up the
bed weakly. She practically already asleep when I attach my mouth over one rosy
nipple, the one I *didn't* drain earlier and I drink it's full quickly. I
pillow my head on her as I close my mouth over the other. I slowly suckle the
milk, like an infant would a bottle, as I fall asleep.
TBC
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