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Part 3



"I said," he repeated deliberately, not wanting any
misunderstandings about his intentions at this point. "I
want to taste you. Now, don't get nervous. I won't bite.
Yet."

Lowering his head, he kissed her inner thigh, inhaling
the fragrance that she was unknowingly giving off.

"I mean to taste you here," he said, running one finger
up the cleft of her sex and putting a tiny amount of pressure
on her clitoris. He heard her gasp sharply, and saw the
moisture he'd induced begin to seep out of her. "Do you
feel how wet you are?"

Buffy's eyes opened wide as she stared up at the moon.
"Yes," she panted.

Spike licked his lips, savoring the anticipation. "That's
your body, preparing itself for mine. The wetter I make you,
the easier it'll be for me to get inside."

"Uh-huh." Should she be taking notes? Oh, no...that's
right. She'd be dead soon.

"Are you ready?" he asked considerately.

"I guess so."

"Then relax your thighs, luv...that's it...little bit more...let
me in.." With no further hesitation, he leaned forward and
placed his mouth over her.

Buffy had to clap one hand over her own mouth to keep from
screaming out loud at the liquid, swirling motion of his
tongue as it slid up and down, up and down...licking her
hard, then softly, then hard again.

"Fuck....you taste sensational." He broke away for a
moment, his tongue lapping up the trickle of wetness
tracing down between her thighs. "Like a ripe...juicy
little peach...and so smooth."

Due to her preference for thong underwear and skimpy
bathing suits, Buffy was careful to keep herself clean
shaven down below. She had never in a million
years dreamed that there was another benefit to such
a practice, outside of the aesthetic one.

Now, as her body flashed from hot to cold, then
back to hot, she was becoming all too aware of the
other reason; the feel of his cool, wet tongue moving
over her bare skin was heavenly in the most sinful
way possible.

"Christ," he muttered, rubbing his cheek against her
soft mound, "I could lick and suck you all night, luv."

Something was happening...building...down in the
depths of her body. A tiny flame had been ignited with
his first touch, and every time he dragged his tongue
along her slit, it stoked that fire a bit higher and a bit
hotter. Any minute now, something was going to happen
that would cause it to blaze out of control.

"I'm gonna do something different now, babe. Right here,"
he said, placing the tip of his index finger at the apex of
her sex, "is the sweet spot. I want to suck on it. Softly
at first, then a little harder. Gonna suck it and make you
come...in my mouth."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


This time, she couldn't hold back the scream. Her
hands were too busy trying to anchor her body to the earth.

Spike's mouth closed around her clit, and he did just
as he'd told her he would do...sucked softly and sweetly
for a moment, then began drawing on her harder.

The wetness flowed forth abundantly into his mouth,
and he growled with satisfaction as he drank it down.

Buffy had no control over her body anymore. It was
pretty much doing what it wanted to do....what HE
wanted it to do. Her hips lunged up, seeking the sweet
suction he applied. Her hands finally released their
grip on terra firma and plunged into the platinum blond
silk of his hair, holding him in place. Her feet ground
into the damp sod, her bootheels tearing up large chunks of
it.

Spike sensed the oncoming wave of orgasm, and
applied his mouth more studiously to the task of
getting her off. He felt strong and powerful in a way he'd
not experienced before. This beautiful, blazingly hot
slayer was writhing and moaning under the spell his
tongue was weaving, and it was wonderful to see and
hear and taste.

Drinking up the rush of fluid she was producing, he
felt as though he could live on it forever. It was far sweeter
than any blood he'd ever tasted.

Buffy was whining and panting, and lunging upwards so
strongly that he had to take a firmer hold on her hips.

Gripping her fiercely, he sucked harder and harder,
unable to stifle the grunts of pleasure coming from him
as he went at her.

When she was just about to come, he pulled away
for a moment. "Look at me," he ordered her. When her
beautiful green eyes locked with his, he bent his head
again and took her back into his mouth, sucking at her
until her body arched and her throat released a scream
of pure pleasure.

And as she began to come down, Spike stayed between
her legs, licking her clean of all the fluids he had coaxed
from her responsive body, feeling slightly drunk on them.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few minutes later, with his head pillowed on Buffy's
thigh, he looked up at her and grinned. "Sweetest pussy
I've ever had my tongue in," he said.

Buffy, too wrung out to reply, smiled back at him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"How do you feel, luv?"

"Good. Really, really good."

Spike moved up her body and flopped onto his back. "You
want to keep going then?"

She was a little surprised by the question. He almost
sounded as though he...cared.

"Yes," she said quickly. "I'm still a virgin. You...you won't
let me die this way, right?"

He frowned briefly. For some reason, hearing her put it
that way bothered him, and he was no longer sure that he
really wanted her dead.

Shaking off the moment of doubt, he turned over and
propped himself over her, leaning on his forearms. "Course
not, kitten. I promise I'll do right by you."

The warm night air was drying the light sheen of sweat
on her body as she turned onto her side and cleared her
throat. "I was wondering if..."

He waited, then prompted her. "If what, luv?"

"I...I read once in this book...that...well, these two people
were...you know...having sex..."

Her cheeks were as red as it was possible for them to be,
and her shyness charmed him. It really was adorable. "Yeah?"
he said coaxingly.

Certain that if she kept on babbling he would think she
was an idiot, she decided to just be as blunt as possible.

"What you just did to me? I wondered if...if I could do it
to you? If it would..be all right with you?"

Spike smiled, absolutely delighted at the suggestion. "I
don't think it's possible to tell you how all right with me
it is," he said. "You sure?"

Buffy was only sure about one thing...she wanted to
experience every aspect of sex before she settled
in for the big dirt nap.

"I've never done it before," she said haltingly. "Maybe
you could...tell me how to do it...to make it feel good."

He sat up and tugged off his boots and socks, then
rose to his knees and shoved his jeans down and off.

Taking her hand, he pressed a quick kiss into her
soft palm. "It's easy, luv," he told her, wrapping his
tongue around her index finger. "Just like this."

Buffy watched, fascinated, as he slid her finger in and
out of his mouth, sucking it gently. She grabbed his
other hand and began doing the same thing to him.

Spike couldn't believe how powerfully arousing her
mouth felt. And if it felt THAT good on his finger...

God...he couldn't wait!


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

His skin was softer than she'd expected. Like velvet
stretched over a steel bar.

When she closed her fingers around his shaft,
he hissed in through his teeth and she froze. "Is
that wrong?"

"Oh, no...no, luv. S'perfect. Don't stop."

He was leaning back on his hands, watching as
she caressed and fondled him.

"You can do it a little tighter, kitten. Ahh...that's
it. Good girl."

Buffy tightened her grip on him, enjoying the fact
that her touch seemed to be pleasing him.

His shaft was as perfectly made as the rest of his
body. Long and thick, with a blunt, bell shaped head
that was large and swollen. Pearly drops of fluid
oozed out of the slit, and she lifted one away. Testing
it's sticky consistency between two fingers, she
stared at it, her tongue wetting her lips.

"Taste it," he urged her. "Lick it off your finger."

She started to do as he said, pausing when he
added, "No. Look at me when you do it. I want to
see your eyes."

Locking her gaze with his, she slowly brought her
finger up and licked the drop of semen from it.

"Oh, fucking hell," he muttered hoarsely. "Do you
have any idea how incredibly sexy you are, girl?"

Smiling at him, pleased by the compliment, Buffy
slid her finger into her mouth and then back out,
sucking the taste of him from her skin.

Spike let one hand move up her arm and delve into
the thick skein of her hair. Exerting a small amount
of pressure, he guided her head down to his lap.

"Do it now, luv," he whispered. "Suck me. Open your
little mouth and...oh, yeah...that's right...just let it
slide in...oh...your mouth is so hot...Buffy, luv...so
good..."

The shaky tone of his voice made her bolder. She
clambered over him, moving her mouth up and down
his rigid cock and letting her long hair trail over his
chest and stomach.

She experimented with pace and pressure, and
when she made a soft humming sound of happiness,
he gasped, almost trembling with the effort of
remaining still for her.

"Oh, God...that's so sweet," he murmured, stroking
her hair back so he could watch her glossy lips slide
up and down his hard pole.

Buffy couldn't manage to take all of him in, there was
just too much of it. A little over halfway down, he hit
her gag reflex.

"Use your tongue, now," he instructed. "Lick me...up
and down."

That was easier, and she went about the task with
great enthusiasm. She found the salty, creamy taste
of him surprisingly enjoyable.

He seemed almost helpless beneath the touch
of her mouth. It was an interesting contradiction, such
strength and power being so vulnerable.

"Darling," he whispered, gripping handfuls of her
hair, "you'll have to stop...or I'll...Buffy...luv, stop."

Buffy didn't want to stop. She had an idea as to what
he was talking about, and she wanted to make it
happen. Ignoring him, she gripped the back of his
thighs harder and forced him deeper into her mouth.

At that point, Spike gave up trying to control her in
any way. The little chit was obviously determined to
have it all, and who was he to deny her?

His hands gentled in her hair, and he began to lift his
hips in shallow thrusting motions.

So close....he was so....fucking....close...

"Oh...yeah...Buffy...I'm..I'm gonna come...now, baby...
now...ahhhhh..." He convulsed, and exploded with
pleasure.

Pulsing spurts of fluid emptied into her mouth, making
her shudder and shake with the energy he was
expending.

Without a clue in the world what else to do, she
swallowed it, then wiped her mouth on the back of
her hand.

When she finally worked up the nerve to look at him,
she was surprised to see him staring back at her with
a look of...she could swear it was tenderness...in his
eyes.

Laying her cheek against the hard muscle of his belly,
she asked him if he was okay.

He responded with a soft laugh, and a fond ruffling
of her hair. "God...you are amazing, girl. I can't wait
to be inside you."



TBC.....





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