Part Eight...
Spike closed the door behind him, smiling
when he saw Buffy standing there, waiting
for him.
His eyes looked up and down her small
body in a caress she could almost feel.
"Well, hello baby," he said softly. "Don't
you look pretty tonight?"
"Thank you," she replied sweetly, returning
his smile. "And best of all," she moved forward
a couple of steps, "completely sober."
He held out his arms to her, bringing her
forward momentum to a halt when she saw
a familiar looking green bottle in one hand.
"What...what's that for?" she stammered,
pointing at the bottle. "Why...why did you..."
Realizing she sounded like an idiot, her
voice trailed off as she began to back away.
**What the hell...now he WANTS to get me
drunk??**
"This is a special night," he said, pacing
slowly towards her. "I think we should
celebrate."
He backed her into the wall, then turned the
bottle over with all the flourish of a wine steward
in a five star restaurant, letting her see the
label.
"Sparkling cider," he announced. "For the little
girl who can't hold her liquor."
Buffy laughed in relief and delight. "I believe
that would be me," she said, throwing her
arms around his neck and pulling until he
lowered his head and kissed her.
When she pulled back, she took hold of
his hand. "Let's sit by the fire," she
suggested, towing him along behind her.
Spike set the bottle on the coffee table,
shed his coat and joined her on the floor.
Buffy couldn't help noticing that he looked
damn good himself. He was wearing his
usual black denim pants, the tight pair
she liked best because they were snug and
left absolutely nothing to a girl's imagination.
He'd traded the t-shirt for a black,
button down tucked into his trousers. He'd
left the top three fastenings undone, and
her fingers itched to start working on the
rest of them.
"How are you feeling, luv?"
"A lot better than I did this morning."
"You didn't get sick did you?" he asked,
brushing her hair back."
"No...but I had the mother of all head-
aches," she confessed.
"Poor little girl," he consoled her, still
stroking her hair.
Buffy shrugged. "I slept most of the day
and it was gone when I woke up."
"Glad to hear it, sweetheart." He reached
for her, easing her into his lap. "Did I tell you
how pretty you look?" he asked, running
his hands up and down her silk clad arms,
fingering the soft material. "This is nice."
"Actually, you did." She turned in his lap
until she was straddling his thighs, her
bare feet planted on the floor behind
him. "But don't let me stop you from saying
it again. It's not the kind of thing a girl
gets tired of hearing."
He took her hands and placed them on
his shoulders. "It's not kind of thing I'll
ever get tired of saying."
Sliding his fingers into her hair, he
leaned closer and tilted her head
slightly as he began to lightly kiss
and nuzzle the side of her face.
When his lips were barely touching
hers, he whispered, "Open your
mouth."
Buffy parted her lips, allowing
his tongue to slip in and find hers.
As the kiss lengthened and deepened,
she made a soft sound in her throat.
Spike heard the breathy little sigh she
made, and turned her in his arms, lower-
ing her to the floor and stretching out
beside her, all without losing contact
with her mouth.
He began working on the tiny buttons of
her pajama top, then left the delicious
heat of her mouth to blaze a trail of
kisses on every inch of skin he ex-
posed.
When he had all the buttons undone,
he slipped his hand under the pink
silk, stroking the soft flesh of her sto-
mach.
Buffy impatiently yanked the top open,
baring her breasts to his admiring eyes.
Arching her back, she offered heself.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
She placed one hand on the back of
his neck to guide him where she wanted
him to go.
"Please," she begged softly.
He dipped his head, leaving hot, wet
kisses on her breasts.
Buffy inhaled sharply, and he looked
up at her. "Harder?"
"Mm-hmm."
He increased the pressure, moving his
mouth back and forth from one soft
mound to the other.
"Do you like that?" he whispered against
her skin. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes," Buffy said, squirming a little
beneath him. "But..."
"But what, baby?" he teased.
She looked into his eyes. "Your
mouth," she demanded. "Use your
tongue."
Her heated gaze burned into his.
"Do you want me to lick them?"
he asked, flicking his tongue over
her nipples.
"Yeah," she moaned. "Do that."
Rising to his knees, he brought her
up with him. He put his hands on each
side of her breasts and pushed
them together, creating a tempting
cleavage.
Buffy's head dropped back as his
tongue glided wetly over her nipples.
"Yes," she hissed. "More."
"More?" he asked. "You want me to
suck them?"
Buffy's heart lurched in her chest when
he closed his lips around one hard peak,
suckling it as his tongue drew circles
around it in his mouth.
In a matter of moments, Spike reduced
her to a panting, writhing armful of sexual
energy.
"God, you taste good," he said, lifting
his head as he squeezed and fondled
her warm breasts, sweeping his thumbs
over both nipples. "Such a pretty girl."
Moving one hand down to her rear, he
nudged her lower body up against his,
grinding his erection against her.
Buffy returned the pressure, and it was
his turn to gasp.
She cupped his face in her hands. "You
aren't gonna make a run for it if I ask you
to take me upstairs, are you?"
He stood up and pulled her to her feet,
then picked her up and carried her
to her bedroom.
Buffy laughed as she was unceremoniously
tossed on her bed. She sat up, beckoning
him with one finger.
When he was standing at the foot of the bed,
she scooted down and began to work at his
belt buckle as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Between the two of them, he was undressed
in record time. Placing one knee on the bed,
he removed her top, then pushed her down
onto her back.
He pulled her pajama bottoms down and off,
tossing them onto the ever increasing pile of
clothes on the floor.
As he crawled up her body, Buffy looked
down and her eyes got bigger when she
saw what he had for her.
She felt a churning in her insides.
"See...that's what you do to me," he
said. "From the second I first saw
you. No girl ever made me so hard,
so quickly."
She tried to move her hand down and
take hold of him, but he eluded her.
"Not yet," he chided, moving back down
her body. "There are things I need to do
first."
He parted her legs, then settled his head
between her thighs and licked her hard,
from bottom to top.
Her entire body strained upwards, until
the only part of her touching the mattress
was the back of her head and her heels.
The pleasure was so intense that it could
quite easily become pain, but he never
let that happen.
Buffy's eyes were hazy with one sen-
sation after another as he tongued her
thoroughly.
She lifted herself, leaning on her elbows
as she looked down to watch what he
was doing.
Her eyes locked with his as he worked
over her, lashing her with rough strokes
of his tongue, then pushing it deeply inside
of her, moving it around.
When he began to thrust it in and out
of her, mimicking intercourse, her hips
began to rise and fall, matching his
rhythm.
It was only seconds before orgasm ex-
ploded through her body, making it tremble
and jerk.
He continued licking her, bringing her
down gently, drinking every bit of the
juices her body was producing so
copiously.
She arched and twisted in his hands,
and he finally allowed her to escape his
grasp.
Spike sat up between her splayed thighs,
wiping his face and smiling. "You look com-
pletely debauched," he informed her.
Buffy opened her eyes and smiled back
at him. "I do?"
"You do," he said. "Like a rose that's
been thoroughly plucked."
Her smile widened. "Thoroughly what?"
"Plucked," he repeated clearly.
"Oh," she giggled. "I thought you said..."
"No. Not yet." Sliding his hands beneath
her legs, he pulled her towards him as
he sat back on his heels. "But soon."
Buffy sucked in a deep breath and held
it as he rubbed the head of his shaft against
her opening, teasing her with it.
She sat up a little and pushed his hand
away. "I want to do that."
He gave her a pleased look and gave
way.
His hips jerked a little at this first touch,
and he groaned softly, stroking her thighs.
"You must like this," Buffy said with a
naughty smile. Drops of semen appeared
from the slit in the tip of his cock, and she
used her thumb to smear them back into his
achingly rigid member.
"Oh, I do," he assured her. "Even more...because
you're doing it...ahh, fuck...Buffy...I've wanted
this for so long...wanted to feel your hands on
me, those little baby fingers wrapped around
my cock...so warm and so soft...squeezing
it...sliding up and down...just pumping me
faster...and..."
Buffy studied the steely rod in her hand. "It's
so hard."
He chuckled. "It works better when it's hard."
Another bead of semen oozed out and she wiped
it away with her finger, then looked him right
in the eye and licked it off.
Spike's jaw clenched as he concentrated on
not coming right then and there. It was probably
the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.
"Mmm...Buffy. Your sweet mouth...I want it on
me...on my cock," he whispered. "Please,
baby? Please do it...for me..."
She urged him down on his back, moving
into a comfortable position. His erection
jerked in her hand as she placed a kiss on
the tip, her tongue probing the cleft.
Dragging her tongue up and down the
hard column, she teased him with a light
touch.
He raised his upper body into the same
position she'd been in moments ago,
watching with an avid gaze.
"Come on, baby," he pleaded. "Do it...suck
me...ahh...yeah...like that...a little harder...oh,
yeah...that's good...ahh fuck, baby...you're
amazing..."
This verbal foreplay was arousing Buffy
as much as her mouh on his cock was
arousing Spike.
None of the three lovers she'd had ever
said such things to her. She'd heard en-
dearments, and vows of love, and lavish
compliments, but never this raw and
explicit commentary.
Spike, though, seemed to be fluent in
this new language. He was so good
at it that just his words alone were
causing fresh wetness to flow from her
sex.
Unable to maintain the position, he dropped
back on the bed. His eyes closed, and he
immediately tangled his fingers in her hair,
helping her slide up and down on his cock.
"Oh, yeah...oh, God...Buffy...that's my
girl...let me...fuck your mouth...so good,
baby...perfect..."
When she felt his sac tightening, he
made her stop, pulling her up and rolling
her onto her back.
Without hesitating, she spread her legs
wide as he moved on top of her and reached
down to position himself.
She took in a deep breath when she felt
the slow tightness of his penetration. It
had been a long time since she'd had a
man, and although her body and his mouth
had provided the necessary lubrication, she
still felt stretched.
Spike eased into her a little at a time, his
eyes shut tightly as he held on to the con-
trol he'd mustered up from somewhere inside
of him.
When he was completely buried in her, he
opened his eyes and looked down at her.
"Buffy," he said in a strained voice. "Am I
hurting you, baby? Tell me if I am."
She shook her head. "I'm fine," she assured
him, placing her hands on his hips to keep
him from moving. "Just be still for a second."
He smiled at her. "Let me help." Shifting
his weight to one arm, he touched her lips
with his finger. "Open your mouth, babe."
Buffy obeyed, and he slid his finger between
her lips. She took it eagerly, licking and
sucking on it until it was wet.
Afraid that her sucking might set him off,
he removed his finger and sent it down
to the place where their bodies had merged.
Easily finding what he was looking for, he
rubbed his wet finger against it.
Buffy nearly screamed at the intensity of the
pleasure. Sliding her own hands down and
around, she dug her nails into his ass and
shut her eyes.
Her body released another flood of slick
fluid, and she moaned softly in his ear,
begging him.
"That's good...that's just lovely...I'm ready
for you...go on...yes...yes..."
He watched her expressive features as he
began to thrust, slowly...slowly...in...then
back out, almost all the way...then in again.
"Fuck...fuck...baby, you're so tight...so
wet and tight around me...I can feel you
squeezing my cum out of me...make it
tighter...fuck me back, Buffy...fuck me..."
Her hips began to rise and fall, compli-
menting his rythmn, matching him thrust
for thrust.
"Deeper," she moaned. "Go in deeper...oh,
please...feels so good and I'm so close...I
want it...do it, Spike...give it to me...all of
you...I want all of you..."
"Buffy..." he choked out. "Take it, baby...take
it all...s'all for you...for your sweet little
pussy..."
"Unh...uhn...uhn..." Buffy grunted with each
slam of his pelvis.
He moved one hand beneath her, then lifted
her lower body, holding it in place as he moved
faster.
Bending his head, he took one breast in his
mouth and sucked hard, feeling the delicious
contraction of her sex with every pull.
When he sensed the beginning of her climax,
he redoubled his efforts, pounding into her
with primal force.
Taking his mouth from her breast, he
rasped, "Open your eyes, baby...I want to
see them when...you...come..."
Her lashes fluttered open, and she met his
lust filled gaze with hers. "Kiss me," she
entreated.
Spike lowered his head and covered her
mouth with his, his tongue searching for
hers, wanting to play.
She caught it in her mouth, then sucked on it
as hard as she could.
Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes wide as
he stared at her.
"Baby...I'm gonna come...can't stop..."
"Don't stop," she said, her head thrashing
on the pillow. "Never stop...never, never,
never..."
With a snarl that would have sent most people
running for the nearest plane, train, or auto-
mobile out of town, Spike began the rapid
thrusts that would trigger his ejaculation.
"You ready, girl?" he whispered in a tortured
voice. "Ready to come?"
Buffy dug her nails into his back, almost
hard enough to draw blood. "I'm...yes...I'm
ready...unh... now...now...now...yes...do
it...now...now..NOW...NOWWWW...yes, so
good...ahhh..."
The moment before his own release, he saw
her eyes briefly lose focus with the force of
her orgasm. Pumping faster than ever, he
rammed himself in.
"Yes, baby...do it...do it with me...that's
right...my baby...my sweetest little baby.."
His body locked up, straining as he came harder
than he'd ever done before, filling her to over-
flowing, his semen spewing into her.
As his seed left his body, all of his strength
went with it, and he collapsed into Buffy's
arms.
She held him tightly against her, petting him,
stroking the back of his neck and his tight
shoulders, telling him how much he'd pleased
her..how wonderful he'd made her feel...that it
had never been so good before.
Spike raised his head and smiled at her. "You're
mine, now, Buffy.
"Yes," she replied happily. "And YOU'RE mine."
"That's right." He buried his face in her fragrant
hair. "All yours, baby...."
They laid together in contented silence, until
she gently nudged him.
"Spike...?"
"You want me to get off?"
"No...no, you're fine right here. It's just that
I couldn't help noticing..."
He lifted his head. "Noticing what, honey?"
Buffy blushed a little. "You're...you're still...ready."
Spike grinned. "Didn't I ever tell you about that?"
Her eyes widened, becoming as round as silver
dollars. "I'm almost positive you didn't."
"Well," he said modestly. "Let me explain. You see,
luv...vampires..."
He leaned down and began whispering in her ear.
"Really?" she asked.
"Mm-hmm."
She was silent for a moment, considering
what he'd said.
"THAT many times, huh?"
He nodded. "Bare minimum. Now, personally,
I've never tried for MORE than that, but
if you want to take a shot at it..."
"Hold it, Romeo," she said, pushing him
back a little. "I may be the slayer, but I'm
still only human."
"Meaning?" he asked, his eyes dancing
with laughter.
"MEANING...let's start with half that amount
and see how it goes."
"I guess I can live with that," he said, rolling
over until she was stretched out on top
of him.
Buffy sighed. "I only hope I can."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later...
"Are you asleep?"
"No. Who wants to waste time sleep-
ing?" Spike tightened his arms, keeping
her close.
"There's something I need to tell you. I
know I...well, I should have told you before
but..."
He raised his head. "Is it something terrible
that I'm not gonna want to hear?"
"No!" She frowned. "I mean..I don't THINK
so..."
"Then tell me, sweetheart," he prompted.
**Say it...don't be such a coward. HE said
it to YOU...now you damn well say it back!!**
She took a deep breath. "I love you..I know
I should have said it before...and I don't really
have an excuse...I just..."
He opened his mouth to say something, but
she pressed one finger against his lips.
"Wait...let me say this." He nodded, and she
moved her hand to caress the side of his face.
"I love you. You're all I think about...all I dream
about. You're in my gut...you're in my
throat...and you fill up my heart." She leaned
down and touched her lips lightly to his,
then closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm
drowning in you..."
After a long kiss, she pulled back and smiled
shyly. "Please don't say all those mean things
that I said to YOU."
Spike was staring at her in amazement. "I can't
believe you remember that. God...you were so
mad at me."
"I know," she said, hiding her face against
his shoulder. "But I never forgot it...that's gotta
count for something, right?"
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "It
counts for everything, baby." Placing one
finger under her chin, he made her look at him.
"Thank you for saying it."
"Thank you," wasn't exactly the response she'd
been hoping to hear. Something like, "I love you,
too," or "I can't live without you" Either of those
would be better than "Gee, thanks."
"So," she said, trying to sound casual. "Do
YOU still love ME?"
"More than ever," he said, giving her hair a
gently tug.
She waited for more. "But do you still respect
me?"
"Well...no, but..."
"WHAT?" she yelped, pummeling his chest
as he laughed. "Very funny."
He caught her fists and held her off. "Don't
beat up the man who loves you, Slayer."
"Then don't give me smart mouth...VAMPIRE!"
"How about this kind of mouth?" he asked,
pulling her down and kissing her senseless.
"Oh, that's much better," she panted when
he released her. "Kissy mouth is much nicer
than smart mouth."
He fondled her hair. "You know what?"
"What?"
"Someday," he said, smiling in a slightly
evil manner, "I'm going to ply you with cham-
pagne and we're gonna do last night all over
again."
"Oh, we are, huh?"
"Yes. BUT...next time, I'm gonna take every
bit of that advantage you so charmingly offered
me."
"Do you mean to say that I won't have to
force myself on you?"
He rolled her over in bed, until she was
beneath him. "In fact," he said. "I believe
I'll take a little of that advantage right now."
"Take as much as you want," she offered. "For
you, I have an endless supply."
Outside, the rain began to fall.
THE END
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