His tongue lightlylicked around my belly button. We turned over and now I was on top of him. His hands were running through my hair and I slowly kisse... him from the neck down. His lips were kissing as my hands were feeling his hair. I could feel his hands slowly go down from my hair to my back. I continued to kiss his body as his hands were resting at the small of my back. My fingers were feeling his ripped abs. I saw him smile at me as I touched his lips with my fingertips. Thenwe got up and. Feeling so lonely, I went downstairs in the darkness. Then a strong hand grabbed my shoulder and made me turn around.After being almost frightened to death by that black intruder, I began yelling at him to get out, crying and screaming loud in the middle of the night…Then the burglar`s efforts ceased in being about stealing her possessions and I think he became more concerned in enjoying my mature body…Grabbing me by my curly hair, the fastest way to get me be quiet was to stuff my yelling. He was standing right behind her chair bathed in the blue light of the idle projector. It highlighted his five o'clock shadow and made him look both approachable and mysterious at the same time. She found herself staring and couldn’t think of anything clever to say. It didn't look like he was planning on going anywhere. She ended up giving an exasperated laugh, "Yeah, these meetings are too long and I was having trouble concentrating." "True. Anything I can do to help you concentrate?" A grin. Caught in the throes of orgasm, Anya rolled rapidly back and forth,from side to side, her eyes shut tightly, her face a grimace, and herfists balled in Buffy's hair. "Willow!" she cried again.Buffy knocked Anya's hands away, dismounted from the bed, and grabbedAnya's wrist. "Where's Willow?" she demanded. "What have you done toher?"Anya allowed the Slayer to pull her off the bed and onto her feet, butit was a different Anya who got out of the bed than the naked youngwoman who'd gotten into bed..