Any Last Requests?
Part four.....
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Buffy swallowed hard. "Is it time for that, yet?"
"Do you want it to be?" Spike asked, smiling with a
distinct feeling of....was it TENDERNESS churning
around inside of him?!
Where the hell had THAT come from?
"Well," she said, fiddling with a piece of her hair. "You're
going to kill me afterwards, right?"
Kill her? Was he?
He must still be feeling a bit out of it after the intense
orgasm she'd just given him....the best orgasm he could
remember having. Ever.
But...but she was so warm and soft. If he killed her, she
would be cold and empty inside.
Like he was.
Pressed against her naked body this way, Spike couldn't
even begin to think straight. "Shhh," he hushed her
absently, "Don't think about that. I want to..."
**Make love to you...**
"....fuck you, now. I'll make you....."
**Forget anything bad that's ever happened...**
"....feel good, I promise. It'll be ....."
**So wonderful we'll touch the stars together...**
"....fantastic, luv. I promise I won't..."
**Hurt you..**
"....hurt you."
Gentler than he'd planned on, he maneuvered her into
position, deciding to stick to the basic missionary for
their first...**First and last?**...time together.
He was flagrantly hard again. Just the thought of what
they were about to do had aroused him.
**Slayer....Buffy....what are you doing to me?**
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"What...what should I do?"
Although his mind teemed with delicious possibilities,
Spike simply stroked her hair back from her face. "No-
thing yet," he said softly. "You just lie there and let me
see to you."
Far from the quick, hard fuck he'd originally planned
on, he found himself captivated by the idea of taking her
slowly and sweetly, by gently stoking the innocent fire
just beginning to flare inside of her young body, turning
it to a conflagration of need...and want....and wild
satisfaction.
To make it...unforgettable.
He was slightly confused by the dubious logic of his last
thought. It sounded wrong somehow, but he wasn't interested
in examining it more carefully. Shaking off the feeling, he
bent his head and pressed his lips to the soft and vulnerable
flesh of her throat.
Buffy automatically tensed up in a gut reaction to having
a vampire's teeth in the vicinity of her neck.
Spike had been expecting it, and he soothed her like a
startled filly. "S'all right. I won't bite you, Buffy. Relax."
His tone was soft and reassuring as he propped himself
on one forearm, sending his free hand down to touch her
in the places where he now knew she liked being
touched.
Strong fingers ghosted down from her neck, gliding along
the hollow between her breasts. His hand moved and gathered
one soft mound, squeezing it gently, but firmly.
He smiled when she sighed.
Using his thumb and forefinger, he rolled and tugged
on her hard nipple.
He chuckled when she gasped.
As he began to repeat these motions on her other
breast, he dipped his head and took the first one into
his mouth, licking and sucking it with barely controlled
passion.
He groaned when she whimpered.
Buffy arched her back, forcing herself more deeply
into his mouth. She brought her hands up and held
his head at her breast, unwilling to let him continue if
it meant he'd have to stop what he was doing.
Struggling for a modicum of control, Spike sucked
harder, his hungry mouth devouring her, and when he
pulled back....he smiled; a ruthlessly sexy smile that
thrilled her all the way through.
Well....if she had to die....this was definitely the right
way to go!
His wandering hand moved on down her torso, stroking
the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip. Down, down to
her knee, then around the back of it and up to her inner
thigh.
Buffy felt her legs separate further.
"So eager," Spike said, kissing her throat. "Give me
your hand."
Taking it in his, he brought it down to the place where
they would soon be joined, making her fondle him. She
tightened her fingers around his hard shaft, stroking and
squeezing.
When droplets of semen began leaking from his
slit, he slipped his hand behind one thigh and raised
it slightly, opening her completely. Then, before she could
even react, he positioned himself and began to penetrate
her tight opening.
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It was like nothing he'd ever felt before in his entire
existence. Held securely in a warm, satin covered
glove.
She was hot, and wet, and unbelievably tight. So tight
that he had to exert real pressure to force himself past
the first barrier.
He heard her gasp sharply, and felt her instinctive
withdrawal. Unwilling to lose the ground he had gained,
he held onto her bottom and pushed himself slowly inside,
covering her mouth with his to muffle her scream.
Every ounce of control he had at his command was
working overtime to keep him from going off too soon. The
sensation of being in her was even better than he'd imagined
it would be.
Pressing his lips to the side of her face, he whispered
soothing words to her. "I know it hurts, baby...I know...just
stay with me and I'll...oh, God...I'll make it better...I promise.
Relax...that's it....that's my girl...so sweet...Buffy....kiss
me....please...."
Kisses from her...hot and sweet, freely given....a small bit of
heaven just for him....
He pulled out, gasping as her sheath clutched at his flesh,
trying to hold him in her. Careful not to withdraw completely,
he slid his length back in and held steady, giving her the time
she needed, tortuous as it was.
Spike hadn't realized his eyes were closed until he felt
her little hands cupping his face, and he opened them. Blazing
green fire was sparking in her gaze, and she was biting her
lower lip to the point of making it bleed.
He couldn't let that happen. If she drew blood....he would lose
his mind and ravish her with no care or consideration for her
pleasure. This little slayer...she really didn't understand how
powerful she was, what kind of control she could hold over
a man.
She could make a bloody slave of him, he had no doubt.
"Don't do that, kitten," he whispered, kissing and nuzzling her
until her teeth gave up their purchase, then sucking her slightly
swollen lip, soothing the sting away.
Her body was covered in a light sheen of perspiration that made
them slip and slide with delicious ease. Buffy bent her knees and
lifted her bottom a little, giving him an even deeper penetration.
"God....Buffy....yeah...oh, yeah...the way you move...you...you're
driving me....crazy...oh, fuck!...yes..."
His control long gone, Spike began to power drive into her,
forgetting that she was young and untouched, forgetting everything
except the wonderful slide and pull as their bodies came together
and came apart. Again...and again...and again...harder and faster and
deeper with every stroke...every thrust into her....it was perfect...it
was heaven....it was hell....and he never wanted to leave...ever.
Propping himself on his outstretched arms, he looked down
into her beautiful face. Her eyes were half closed, and she was
panting...grunting...with every thrust he slammed into her, her
lips moist, and trembling slightly.
She was pure, primitive woman. Nothing less.
"Look at me," he demanded.
Her eyes opened, staring up into his.
"Tell me....what you feel."
"I...I don't..." she stammered, confused and unable to con-
centrate.
He tried to help her out. "Does it feel good? Do you
like..having me....inside you...oh, Christ....Buffy!....you're
amazing, love...just bloody....amazing...do that again...so
tight...how do you...yes....ah, fuck!...unh...unh..."
Buffy dug her boot heels into the grass. Something was
going to happen...she could feel it...sense it...and it was
going to be so good. "S...Spike?" she panted. "I...oh!"
He canted his hips forward, just a little, just enough to
exert pressure on her clit when he shoved himself in.
With absolutely no idea why he needed so badly to
hear the answer, he kept asking the question; "Is that
good, baby? D'ya like it? Tell me....."
Buffy was almost past the point of coherent speech, but
there was this thing....this thing she had to tell him...it
was important...and she had to try and get the words
out.
"Spike...something is....I don't know....I need to...I
want...oh...what's happening?....oh, yes!....right there!"
He smiled, feeling like the most powerful being above
and below the surface of the earth. "You need to come,
baby," he whispered, pumping harder. "That's what...what's
about to happen...you...want to come...you can feel it."
Buffy arched her neck, keening softly in her throat.
"Don't worry, love....I'm gonna make you come....make
you come hard...just for me....only for me....gonna make
my girl feel...sooooo good...yeah...that's it....feel it?...you're
close....so damn close..."
Pounding in harder and faster still, his arms gave out and
he collapsed on top of her.
Her own arms wrapped around him, and he buried his face
against her neck.
"Buffy," he grunted, ramming into her like a machine. "Fuck
me back...fuck me hard....come on, baby...do it!...do it
for me....ahhh, yes...baby-baby-baby...MY baby...MY
girl...mine....mine....MINE...MINE....ALL...FUCKING...MINE!!"
The perfect bliss of mutual orgasm swamped them, making
them both cry out as the pleasure spasmed through them.
Emptying himself into her, giving her every last drop of
his seed, feeling his cock going off like a machine gun,
drenching her, soaking her....one thought kept repeating
itself over and over in his brain...
**Just who is teaching who?**
TBC.....
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