Pressing his forehead against hers while he waited for his card to come back, he said “What? What is it? You’re hesitating.”
“Will, I – I do want you.”
He groaned and kissed her again, paying no attention to the people around them that were gaping at them in disgust. This was, after all, a nice ritzy restaurant, and the both of them were acting as if they were teenagers in heat. And, honestly, she was in heat. She wanted him so much...she’d never wanted anyone before like this. She’d felt desire, yes, she’d felt lust, but not like this. Not that heady feeling of having to have.
But, the ghosts. The ghosts...Her brain was torn between what she felt she should do and what she desperately wanted to do.
“Buffy, they’re not going anywhere. Tara said you could choose a night, any night. Technically, you have three days of the New Moon – the day before, the day of, and the day after, right?”
“Right, but—“
“Buffy, this is our time.” He cupped her face in his hands. “Please, don’t turn me away. Don’t deny yourself pleasure, you’ve done that far too much. Throw caution to the wind and be with me, please.”
Taking a deep breath, she nodded, giving herself over to him and to what her body was demanding. She wanted him, and she didn’t want to wait. Who knew if she’d change her mind given enough time to think. She more than likely would out of her need for self-preservation. It was hard to think right now what she needed to preserve herself for. Not with William looking as if he wanted to devour her and not with her feeling she very much wanted to devour him back. She always gave in to reason, never went against it out of fear, and it was time now to do just as William had said and throw caution to the wind.
Nearly growling when the waiter finally returned, William signed the slip while she grabbed her purse and shawl. He nearly dragged her out of the restaurant, but she didn’t mind. His primal desire and possessiveness stirred something inside her, and turned her on even more.
Once in his car, Buffy felt a case of the jitters come on. “William, I – you know I’ve never done this before and I’m not sure what I’m doing—“
He turned to her, car running, and kissed her. “Buffy, whatever we do together is going to be amazing. Trust me, luv?”
She nodded, “I do, William, I trust you. I’m just nervous.”
“Don’t worry, I’m right here and I won’t hurt you.”
Taking a deep breath as William attended to driving; Buffy stared out the window and gave herself a pep talk to calm herself. She could do this, and what was more – she was going to do this.
William was trying hard to keep his baser instincts in check. If he didn’t, he would have taken Buffy right in the car. It positively overwhelmed him how much he wanted her. It was almost frightening the intensity to which he needed to have her, and not just to make love to, but all of it – to love, to cherish, to have and to hold. She was in his system, and there was no fix for it, and he didn’t want it. To lose the pleasure of her everything would be no existence for him. After thinking that once upon a time he’d never find love again, to finding it with someone so opposite him, it was staggering.
He was afraid to tell her, for he was afraid it’d make her change her mind, but once they did this, there was no turning back.
She would be his.
Buffy wondered if it were possible to feel so nervous, your heart would just explode. She was so nervous that she was trembling. She was about to let William get closer to her than any human alive had ever been. She was about to do something she never thought she’d do. What if she were horrible at it? What if he hated having sex with her so much, he never wanted to do it again? She was petrified of intimacy, of being that close to someone – what would the aftermath bring? Would it make their tenuous relationship or break it?
“Buffy, look at me,” William implored her once he’d pulled into the driveway.
She looked at him, eyes wide with fear. “Yes?”
“Sweetheart, don’t be afraid.”
“What if I’m bad?”
He smiled, “Not possible. I’m right here and I’ll teach you,” he kissed her hungrily. “I’ll teach you everything,” he whispered.
Leading her into his home, Buffy thought about how the last time she’d visited, she’d never seen his bedroom. He stopped in the living room. “Stay here, all right? Don’t move an inch. I’m just going to make it nice for you, all right?”
“William—“
“Sshhh. I want to do it. Let me, okay?”
Nodding, she smiled as she watched him sprint off, shedding his suit jacket and tie on the way. She was wringing her hands in anticipation, and just when she thought she’d go after him, he came strolling down the hall, whistling. Stopping in front of her, he smiled, and smoothed her hair on the side of her head. “Ready, luv?”
”Yes,” she whispered, and he took her hands, stopping her from wringing them.
His bedroom was colored with maroons and black. She figured it was black anyway, since he’d lit long taper candles all over his room, shedding a soft, ethereal glow to their surroundings. The walls were painted maroon and had various bright paintings splashed with primary colors on the walls. The bed, which lay in the center of the room, was a large canopy bed and the bed sheets looked satin. The furnishing was sparse, but he was also a man, Buffy thought.
Leading her to the side of the bed, William turned to her “Are you all right?”
She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Just nervous.”
“We all had our first time, it’s normal. If you feel uncomfortable or need to stop at any time, you just let me know, understand? You say stop and we stop.”
“Okay.”
“Now,” he murmured, “let’s take this off,” and he pulled lightly at her shawl, pulling it in his hands and then discarding it in a cushioned chair nearby. “Why don’t you sit down, luv?”
She sat on the bed and he knelt before her. She looked at him, panicked. “What are you doing?”
He smiled, “Going to take off your shoes.” Lifting one foot, he removed her stiletto and then lifting the other, he did the same. He looked back up at her. “I think next time; I want to see you in just these.”
She blushed at that and then panicked again when his hands slid up her legs and grazed just under her dress. “Time for the hose to go,” he murmured. “May I?”
Gulping, she agreed and he smoothed his warm hands under her dress and up over her hips, pulling at the band at her waist. She watched him intently; lifting to accommodate him and feeling herself shudder at the eroticism of it.
“I’m gonna get you a garter belt, luv. Then you can wear nylons and those shoes with them. Sound good?”
She nodded and he extracted them, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder. He slid his hands back up her legs and kissed her knees. “Buffy, luv, I want you to lay back, for me. Can you do that?”
She did as he requested, pushing up on the bed a bit more and laying down. When he didn’t lie next to her right away, she looked up to find him kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks, watching her all the while as if he meant to devour her. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes dancing in merriment when she licked her lips as he slowly exposed his broad chest to her. “Do you like watching me, Buffy?”
“Yes,” she managed to croak out.
“Good.” And he discarded his shirt in the same manner he did her panty hose. He stared down at her. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look spread out on my bed? You look like a Goddess.”
She turned away, not knowing what to say.
“Look at me, pet.”
Looking up at him, she watched him prowl over to her like a cat, and she became fascinated with the way his muscles rippled and moved in his arms. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and gliding her hands up his arms and down his back as he hovered over her.
He grinned down at her, “That’s my girl. Follow your instincts, Buffy, they won’t steer you wrong. Especially when it comes to making love.”
Following her next instinct, she lifted her head slightly and he took the hint, meeting her lips in heady kiss. Resting his weight on her slightly, he gazed down at her, panting slightly. She could feel his hands at her sides, bunching up her dress. “May I take this off, Buffy?”
“Oh God,” she said, feeling her nerves return with a vengeance.
“Pet, relax. It’s all right. Just let me take it off for you. Gonna make you feel so good, Buffy.”
She nodded, bracing herself, “Okay, do it.”
He chuckled, “Need you to help me a bit, luv.”
Sitting up, she helped him pull her dress up and over. She tried to reach for it, to cover herself with something, but William evaded her, chuckling.
“No, no, luv. Want to see my girl.” He kneeled between her spread legs, gazing down at her, drinking her in. “So gorgeous,” he whispered reverently.
She wore a cream and lace thong and matching bra. She was trying to kill him, he decided. She was so fucking gorgeous and she was his, all his. He kissed her hard, crept his tongue in her mouth, and she reciprocated with a moan, twining her arms about him and pushing her body up to his instinctively. Oh yes, she was his all right.
Trailing kisses down along her jaw and neck, he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth and licked her pulse point; delighting in the moans and whimpers she was emitting, and the way she undulated against him. Kissing his way down her arm, he slid the straps of her bra down on both sides and when her breasts were exposed, he slid a hand behind her and undid the snap. Covering one breast with his hand, he licked the nipple of the other and suckled it into his mouth. She emitted a gasp and he looked up at her.
“Feel okay?” he asked, slipping the bra completely off her.
She nodded. “F-feels good.”
He smiled and kissed her softly. “You know what your skin tastes like?”
“The lavender soap I use earlier?”
He chuckled, “No. Your skin tastes like honey.”
“Th-that’s good?”
”Mmmm...” he murmured laving her other nipple, “So very good.” Dotting kisses down past her breasts and down her belly, he felt when Buffy got nervous again and froze. Skimming a hand lightly across her thong, he looked up at her. “It’s all right, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel good.”
“I already feel good.”
He grinned. “Then I’m gonna make you feel better than good.”
“But..but...”
”What, my love?”
“The...taste!”
“Happen to be a fan of it, and I know I’m gonna love yours. Bet you taste like strawberries.”
She stared at him, aghast.
“Only one way to find out,” he murmured and yanked off her thong in a snap, tearing it. She let out a yelp.
“William!”
He grinned mischievously, bringing his eyes to the delectable pussy before him. The minx shaved. Smiling smugly, he used his fingers to spread her labia and dove in, like a child would with a hot fudge sundae, and licked up her slit.
“Oooh!” she exclaimed.
“Like that, kitten?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“For the record, you do taste like strawberries.”
“Really?” She didn’t sound as though she believed him.
“Really,” and he dove in again, licking, swirling, and sucking her clit into his mouth. All the while, Buffy moaned and moved her hips, and when he stuck his tongue as far up her he could, she shouted his name and came.
“Oh God,” she murmured over and over, “Oh God.”
Crawling back up to her he kissed her gently. “Did I keep my promise, kitten? Make you feel good.”
“Oh God, yes,” she breathed. “You—you like that?”
He nodded, “Love it. Especially doing it to you.”
“Where are you going?” she asked, almost fearfully, when he stood.
“Relax, kitten, I’m not leaving you. Just taking off my pants.”
She blushed prettily, “Oh.”
He loved the way she watched him so intently as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She was about to get a surprise—
“You’re not wearing any boxers!” she exclaimed, looking away quickly and then back slowly.
He chuckled as he watched her. “God, you’re adorable.”
She stared at his cock. “William, that is not going to fit inside me.”
“Oh, it will, kitten, it will.”
”There’s no way.”
He grinned and kicked his pants off. Crawling back up to her, he peppered kisses up and along her body. “It will, kitten,” he promised huskily. “Do you want to touch it?”
She looked up at him, shyly. “I—sort of.”
“Touch it, Buffy. That way it won’t seem so frightening.” He encouraged and laid on his side next to her.
Tentatively, she reached between them and slid her hand down his stomach to which, he shut his eyes and groaned.
She grazed a finger ever so lightly down his erect cock and it jumped in her hands. She jumped herself and then curious with the precum oozing, she slid her finger around the top and then down.
“Keep touching me, Buffy,” he whispered, encouragingly.
Feeling bolder, she wrapped her fist around him and started a sliding up and down motion. “Like this?” she asked.
”Yes,” he said, his voice strained. “Do you want to try putting it in your mouth?”
“No!” she said adamantly and released him.
His eyes popped open and he looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry. I was pushing. That just felt so good.” And he rolled back onto her.
“But I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Buffy, whatever you do to me; however you touch me, is perfect. You know why?”
“No, why?”
“Because it’s you.”
He couldn’t quite place the emotion in her eyes at that statement, but he could see that she liked it by the way she leaned up to kiss him, winding her arms around him tighter.
“I need a condom,” he whispered, loathe to leave her warmth for even a second.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Then I don’t need a condom?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t think you have any diseases, do you?”
“Clean as a whistle,” he murmured and smothered her in a kiss. “Buffy, I’m going to put my finger inside you.”
“Why?”
“To kind of let you feel what it’ll feel like when I put my cock inside you.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like that word.”
He grinned, “What would you prefer?”
“Can I name it?”
He stared at her, “You want to name my penis?”
“Spike. I’m going to name him Spike.”
He laughed, “Okay, luv. If you want to name him that...but won’t that frighten you more when I put him inside you?”
She furrowed her brow thoughtfully, “Strangely, no.”
Teasing her folds with his finger, he slid his finger up and down her slit, flicking her clit. Her eyes glazed over as she looked up at him. “Oh God.”
Smiling, he continued his ministrations and then slid his finger inside, and not very far, little by little, gathering her cream to help him along.
Her eyes went wide and she stayed intent on him. Pulling out, he circled around her clit and rubbed.
“William,” she gasped and shuddered.
“Did my girl cum for me?”
She nodded, burying her face in his shoulder.
“Buffy, I want to see you when I—Spike—enters you.”
She rested her head back, looking up at him with big, trusting eyes. Grasping his cock, or Spike as Buffy named it, William slid him up and down her slit, gathering her juices. Instinctively, her legs spread more and her hips shifted just a bit to accommodate his inevitable entrance.
Slowly, William thrust forward, easing his cock inside her. She was so tight! She felt like heaven and he could not wait to be buried inside her completely.
Buffy, for her part, felt herself being...full up. She felt, well, stuffed. She felt as though something that was quite large was going some place it shouldn’t. She wanted to tell him to stop, but at the same time, she wanted him to continue.
Best to just get it over with, and so far, William had made everything wonderful for her, so this was sure to be wonderful too. She felt so full of him, surrounding every part of her, and she never knew something like that could feel so good and so not scary.
He pulled out a bit and then eased more in and she moved her hips to help him along, wanting him inside her. Her eyes widened when she felt herself give way even more. It felt like a hard pinch and she winced.
“Buffy, luv, you all right?” he asked, stopping his movements altogether.
“Yeah, I think you broke my hymen.”
He smiled, “Quite a scientific of you, pet.”
“Well...” she shrugged and urged him in more. “I...I think I am liking it. Are you?”
He groaned and pulled out a bit before thrusting back in. “I’m loving it. You feel so good. So wet, hot and tight,” and he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, nibbling at her neck. “Buffy,” he moaned as he moved a bit faster, “God, you feel so good.”
“You feel good,” she whispered. “What do I do?”
“Thrust back at me... yeah, that’s it . . .”
“Talk to me,” she breathed in his ear.
“My girl is all hot and wet for me, aren’t you?”
She nodded, her breath hitching when he angled his thrust to hit her clit on the down stroke.
“Like to feel me inside you, my hard cock deep inside you…” he said huskily, moving faster.
“Yes,” she hissed, not even caring that he used the word ‘cock’. Just as long as he kept doing what he was doing.
“Gonna make you cum so hard, Buffy. Want to feel you cum all around my cock, strangling me, making me cum hard inside you. Want to feel how wet you get when you cum, want to feel it sliding down my hard cock…”
“William,” she whimpered.
“That’s my girl. Fuck me back, Buffy. Fuck me back…just like that…” sliding a hand between them, he started to rub her clit, watching as her eyes widened and then her head rolled to the side.
“Look at me, watch me make you cum,” he demanded.
Her eyes flew to him and he started pounding inside her, not able to hold back any longer. God, she felt like heaven.
“Cum for me, Buffy. Cum all over my cock…” he said, panting.
“Yes…yes…”she moaned and then buried her face in his neck, “William!” she shouted as her internal muscles fluttered all around him, letting him know she had indeed cum.
He could feel her wetness all around him, just as promised, and that was all it took to send him over the edge. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum so hard. Collapsing against her, he left soft kisses on her shoulder and collarbone, feeling her heart race against his chest.
“Am I crushing you?” he murmured.
“No,” she murmured back and twined her legs about him.
“Did I hurt you, luv?”
“No, William, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Do you feel all right?”
“No, I don’t feel all right.”
His head jerked up and he studied her, concerned.
She smiled brilliantly. “I feel wonderful. . . Can we do it again?”