My Slayer

by wicked

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Her fingers are caressing my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Shivers run rampant through my body as her breathing echoes throughout the room. The desire is sweeping through me in waves as her hazel eyes look up at me. I feel kisses light as butterflies trailing down my stomach and up towards my breast.

I need her so much, that Slayer of mine. I whisper words of love as she takes a nipple in between her teeth causing whimpers. My muscles are clenching tight at the thought of her tongue filling me.

I arch up begging for just the slightest of touches. She takes pity on me as I grab her hair tight in my hands. I push her down and groan as she takes my throbbing hard clit into her mouth. I know vampires tremble at the mention of her name, but when it is just us together, there is no Slayer.

I feel her eyes looking up at me as she fills me over and over again with her tongue. I pull her up and can taste myself there as our tongues meet. In the silence of the night, our hearts beating loud, Buffy and I are one.

She is above me now, thrusting her fingers in and out; until I can't think or breathe, just feel. This is your Slayer this is my lover.