And now…
Spike was…well, he was gobsmacked, to be honest. He had never expected her broach the subject of sex after the emotionally charged conversation that had just taken place. Couple that with the fact that had had no bloody clue how to respond and he was thoroughly dumbstruck. He imagined he looked like a guppy right about now with his mouth gaping open, gasping for breath…sanity.
She had a hopeful expression on her sweet, young face. Green eyes sparkled with anticipation and her breathing was heavy, her breasts rising and falling under the scrap of material she called a shirt. Her skin looked soft and shimmering in the dim light, touchable golden silk. Fuck, but she was gorgeous.
He was torn between wanting to protect her and wanting to give into his own selfish desires. The responsible adult in him was screaming to tell her that she shouldn’t waste her precious gift on him. Everything else? Well, everything else was telling him to make her his.
The decision had been made long ago that being some sort of father figure was out of the question. With his admission that they were together, Spike had also passed the point of no return when it came to keeping their relationship completely platonic. At this point, how could he deny her?
Strictly speaking, sex was naturally the next step in the evolution of their relationship. Whether it was right or not, Spike couldn’t say. All he knew was how he felt.
He ran a hand through his platinum curls and sighed. “Jus’ so we’re on the same page here, luv. Are you sayin’ that you want t’ have sex with me?”
“I-I think s-so,” she replied shakily.
“Buffy, this is a big decision an’ if I were t’ even consider goin’ all the way with you, you’d have t’ be a lot more sure than ’I think so’.”
Her gaze shifted to the floor. “I just thought that…I love you. Isn’t that a good enough reason to want to have sex?”
“C’mere,” he said, reaching out for her. Once she took his hand, he led her to the edge of the bed and had her sit down as he kneeled in front of her. He rested his forearms on her thighs and leaned forward, looking up into her bottomless hazel-green eyes.
“That’s the best reason, pet. But are you sure that’s why you really want t’ do it? ‘Cause I get the feelin’ you’re out t’ prove somethin’ an’ that’s not a good enough reason. In fact, it’s one o’ the worst reasons,” he told her, his fingertips rubbing against the smoothness of her skin like they had a mind of their own.
“But I want to be with you, Spike. When you touch me… i-it’s like everything makes sense.” The open honesty that she was showing humbled him. They had come so far since that first day. Gone was the fear and mistrust that he had seen swimming in her eyes only a few weeks ago.
He smiled. “I know what you mean. You make me feel the same way, kitten.”
She started to respond, but Spike cut her off, sensing that she thought he was giving her an answer. “I’m still not sure you understand exactly what you’re gettin’ yourself into, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is if we do this, there isn’t any turnin’ back. Things will change. For you. For us,” he replied, holding her gaze.
“I like change.”
His expression was somber at best, but it was what she saw in his cobalt blue eyes that made her hopeful that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. They sparkled behind the wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, want pooling in their rapidly darkening depths.
“Luv,” he sighed. “This is a big step.”
Buffy knew that Spike was only trying to protect her, to keep her from doing something she might regret later, but instead of making her question her decision, it only strengthened her resolve. His concern proved that he had feelings for her beyond just lust even more than his admission earlier. Words were only words unless there was action behind them.
“I know,” she replied softly. She tried to steady her trembling hands as she placed them over his and stared down at him. “I know you think I’m just a kid-”
“No, Buffy, I-”
“Please let me finish.”
Spike gazed at her for a long time, his jaw clenching tightly. “Okay.”
Buffy took a deep breath before beginning again. “I know you think I’m just a kid and maybe I act like it sometimes, but I’m not a little girl. I can make my own decisions. They might not always be the best decisions, but that’s just a part of growing. Making mistakes and learning from them, right?”
He nodded in response, wisely keeping his thoughts to himself. Buffy could tell he was a little leery of where she was taking this, figuring that her mention of making mistakes probably wasn’t sitting well with him. After all, that was exactly what he was trying to keep her from doing.
“Well, this is something I’ve been thinking about a lot. You keep telling me that we should wait, but when do we stop waiting, Spike? When my father finds me? When it’s too late?”
The fear on his face was undeniable. “That won’t happen, baby. I won’t let it.”
A sad smile formed on her lips and she could feel a hot tear slide down her cheek. “You can’t say that, Spike. We don’t know what’ll happen tomorrow or next week or next month. He could find me and I might never…what if I never see you again? What if-”
“Stop it! Jus’… Don’t talk like that, okay? Nothin’s gonna happen t’ you,” he told her, his hands grasping hers tightly and pulling them to his chest. His heart was beating wildly, much as it had before when she’d told him that she loved him. “I’d kill him, Buffy. If he ever tried, I’d kill him.”
It was a thought that had occurred to him only in rage before. Now, it was out of fear and he wasn’t more sure of anything else in his life. If the bastard tried to take her away from him, he would kill him.
Suddenly, he realized that he had spoken it aloud and his eyes shot up to look at her. He expected to see a horror-filled expression, but only sadness marred her beautiful features.
“Buffy, if we do this, I can’t be held responsible for what might happen if someone…anyone tries t’ take you away from me. We do this an’ you’ll be mine.” Forever, the little voice inside his head wanted to add, but Spike bit it back. How could he talk about forever when he still couldn’t admit to her or himself that he loved her? It seemed cruel especially when they were only living on borrowed time.
He couldn’t deny it any longer. For a long time, he had convinced himself that they had all the time in the world, that the looming fear of her father was no more than an annoyance. But now…it felt like reality was crashing down on him like a tidal wave, cold and stinging.
Buffy was right. How much time did they really have? Days? Weeks? Months? It wouldn’t be long before Buffy’s father got sick of the game he was playing and went in for the kill. Someone with that much power and wealth could have every resource under the sun at their disposal with little more than a snap of their fingers and Spike had been a fool to think that Hank Summers didn’t have at least an estimate of his daughter’s whereabouts.
“I’m yours already,” she whispered, so softly that Spike almost didn’t hear it.
Without warning, he stood, pulling her up with him. In one swift move, he captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue dipping in to plunder her mouth. She whimpered as a shudder rolled through her body and her arms came up to wrap around his lean waist.
He pulled away slightly, gazing upon the passion-drunk haze that had taken over her face. “Luv, are you sure about this?”
She blinked slowly, trying to process the words, before nodding. “Yes. I’m sure.”
With a wide grin, he kissed her lightly before letting her go. “Jus’ be a minute, kitten. Gotta clean off the bed.”
So much time had been spent convincing himself that waiting was the best thing for both of them that now, when the object of his desires was finally going to be obtained, he felt a rush of nervous energy coiling within him, making him almost giddy.
He kneeled on the bed to gather up the memorabilia he’d been looking through, old pictures and letters mostly. After days of self-reflection, he had needed to collect his thoughts and process his feelings. He had hoped that digging up the past might help him make sense of it all, but he found it only confused him more.
After dumping the photos in a box beside the bed, Spike made his way to the edge of the mattress and motioned for Buffy to come to him.
Her hands moved to his face, her fingertips ghosting against his hot skin and he closed his eyes at the feel of her. It meant so much to him that she felt comfortable enough to touch him without direction, that she wasn’t afraid to express herself.
“Do you need to wear these to see me?” She asked quietly, fingering the frames of his glasses gently.
“Need somethin’. I’m blind as a bat without them,” he replied with a sheepish smile. “Could go an’ put in my contacts. How does that sound?”
“Good.”
Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against hers before letting his tongue flick out and tease her. He lingered for a while, nipping and playing with her bottom lip before finally relinquishing his hold on her.
“Be right back, luv,” he told her, leaving the bedroom and sauntering down the hall to the bathroom.
He flicked the light on and went to the medicine cabinet where his contacts were stored. Pulling the small container off the shelf, his gaze went suddenly to the box of condoms that was on the top shelf.
Normally, he kept them in his bedside drawer, but as soon as he and Buffy had started to get physical, he had decided it was best to take the temptation away. If he didn’t have protection, there was no way they were getting past third base since Spike took safe sex very seriously. Too many nasty things out there to be careless not to mention getting a girl in the family way. Neither prospect sounded very attractive to him.
It was a good thing Buffy had mentioned his glasses. Nothing better to ruin the mood than having to stop in the middle to go searching for bloody rubbers. And he would have stopped, no matter how far gone he’d been, he would have stopped.
He took his glasses off and made quick work of putting his contacts in before placing the container back in the cabinet, then he reached up and grabbed the box of condoms.
The door to his bedroom was cracked open slightly and he took a moment to peer through it, wanting to see what Buffy was doing. She was sitting Indian-style on the bed, the light catching her supple skin and making it glow.
He pushed the door open and her face lit up. “Hi,” she said in an upbeat, but timid voice.
So, the girl was a bit nervous then. Sometimes she could trick him into believing she was all-confident and she had done a pretty good job of that moments ago, but now her anxiety was showing through. It was to be expected and truth be told, he was a little nervous himself.
He was far from being a virgin. Far, far, far from being, but it was different with Buffy. It had been no strings attached before with women who couldn’t have given a damn about him beyond what he could give them. There was no love there, no emotions, just the physical act. With Buffy, it was special and it meant something. And he wasn’t prepared at all.
Striding to the bed, he set the carton down on the nightstand before crawling up to join her, the mattress dipping under his weight. He moved her golden tresses behind one shoulder then leaned in to press a kiss to the slender column of her neck. She shivered and Spike could feel the goose bumps rise on her flesh.
“Scared, luv?” He asked, continuing to press his mouth against her skin, moving upward to the fleshy lobe of her ear.
“Not scared, just…” Her voice trailed off as his teeth nibbled at her ear.
“Nervous,” he rumbled, his tongue poking out to trace the delicate shell. “You’re safe with me, kitten. Not gonna do anythin’ you don’t wanna do.”
“What about the stuff I do want to do?”
He pulled back suddenly, not sure he had heard her correctly. She gave him a dazzling smile and Spike leered at her. “Baby, I’ll do anythin’ you want me to. All you gotta do is ask.”
She ducked her head slightly as a blush spread across her cheeks. It was bloody adorable the way she could speak her mind, and then get all timid on him.
“Can…can I touch you?” She asked, glancing up at him through her eyelashes.
In less than a second Spike went from semi-aroused to rock hard, his lungs intaking a sharp, almost painful breath as desire coursed through his system. The first and last time she had touched him, he’d almost lost it. No, there was no ‘almost’ about it. He had lost it, perhaps so much so that he had pushed her into doing something she didn’t really want.
This time was different, though. He wasn’t trying to distract her or make her forget and she wasn’t pushing him away. There were no ulterior motives here, just two people who wanted each other.
“Anythin’ you want, Buffy. I’m yours,” he finally replied, his voice heavy with unspent passion and need.
If she understood the connotations of his declaration, she didn’t show it. At this point, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give her, do for her. He was hers.
He shifted and laid down on the bed, stretching his body out for her. If she wanted to explore his body, he certainly wasn’t going to stop her. Quite the contrary since, right at that moment, there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to feel her hands on him.
Grabbing her hand, he urged her to move closer. “Touch me, luv,” he instructed softly, barely able to keep the edge from his tone. He placed her hand on his chest then dropped his arm to the bed.
“How?”
A wicked smirk surfaced on his lips. “How ever. Jus’ feel me.”
His eyes shut tightly at the first feather-light touch, her fingertips skimming across his burning skin. She was careful to keep her hand far above his waist, instead choosing to focus her attention on the solid muscles of his chest. With the pad of her finger, she circled one tight nipple and Spike bit his bottom lip in anticipation.
She teased him for what felt like hours, but then, just when he least expected it, she pinched the hardened flesh, making him cry out. He felt her touch disappear and he opened his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said, holding her arms close to her chest.
Spike reached up and grasped her hand, bringing it to his lips. He recalled that she had done the same thing the last time she had touched him and he’d made some sort of unintelligible noise. This was all new to her and she was unsure of herself.
“Nothin’ t’ be sorry about, pet. You didn’t hurt me.”
“I didn’t?”
He grinned and shook his head. “Uh-uh. Felt good. Love it when you touch me.”
“Yeah, but I’m not very good at it,” she replied, glancing away.
Instead of responding, he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her up before settling her over his hips. He pushed himself up and crashed his mouth against hers, enjoying the surprised noise that she let loose.
It wasn’t enough. Spike rolled them over so he was laying between her thighs, his body pressed to hers so tightly that he didn‘t know where her body began and his ended. He couldn’t stop his hips from rolling against her, seeking to relieve some of the pressure that had built up in his groin from her hesitant touches.
His kisses were becoming urgent and desperate and he could feel his control slipping a bit. He wanted to take things slow, not wanting to rush her, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.
“How about I slip into the driver’s seat for a while, luv?” He asked, silently pleading for her permission to take things further.
“Mmmm-hmmmm.”
Buffy whimpered as Spike rose up, kneeling between her legs, making her feel like a part of her was missing. She stared up at him, the anticipation killing her as she waited for him to make another move.
“Bloody gorgeous, you are,” he said reverently, sending tingles throughout her body.
One of his hands slid up the soft skin of her leg, slowing as it neared the secret place at the apex of her thighs. Instead of touching her there, though, he detoured across her hip and up to the hem of her t-shirt. He pushed the shirt up past her stomach and a shiver rolled through her at the sensation of cool air touching her heated skin.
“Lift up,” he whispered, a look of pure concentration on his face.
Using her stomach muscles, she rose off the mattress and he yanked the shirt over her head, throwing it over his shoulder. Her nipples hardened painfully as his gaze roamed over her near-naked form, making her moan.
He leaned in and took one hard peak into his mouth, instantly soothing away the pain and creating pleasure in its wake. His hand cupped her other breast, massaging the firm mound with his fingers.
Her hips bucked when he finally plucked at the rosy nub all the while teasing its twin with his teeth. He groaned and pressed into her, his erection finding its way into her hot, cloth-covered crevice. It slid over her, the tip of him bumping against her clit and sending bolts of pleasure through her.
“Spike.” His name was a prayer on her lips as the sensations he was creating began to merge together, building a sweet tension in the lower part of her body.
He lifted his gaze to her before dropping a kiss between her breasts and licking a path downward, not stopping until he reached the waistband of her shorts. His nostrils flared and he growled an expletive as his hands found purchase on her hips. Moving down further, he dipped his head down, his mouth finding her through her clothing.
She jumped slightly. “Spike?”
The look in his eyes as he stared up at her made her heart begin to race. He looked wild, untamed. “Need t’ taste you. Fuck, baby…need you…gonna let me?”
She knew what his intentions were. Before when he had wanted to ‘taste’ her, he’d used his fingers, but now she knew he fully intended to put his mouth on her. It was through conversations with Anya and magazine articles that she had come to realize that’s what he’d wanted to do all along.
At first, the idea sounded strange to her. Why would anyone want to do something like that? It seemed so…dirty. But as time went on, she began to wonder if maybe there wasn’t some sense to it. If his touch felt that good down there, what would his tongue feel like? Besides, Spike wouldn’t do anything she wouldn’t like, right?
“Buffy?”
Temporarily relieved of her inner thoughts, Buffy looked up to find Spike staring at her, his expression pleading. “Yes,” she said softly.
He stalled for a minute, trying to give her ample time to change her mind, but when she didn’t say anything else, he reached for the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her legs. He placed a gentle kiss on her belly as he looped his fingers around her panties and repeated the motion of removing them.
Buffy squeezed her eyes shut. She hadn’t ever let anyone look at her down there and now she was sure she would die of embarrassment. A multitude of what ifs flittered through her mind, her self-doubt kicking in.
She felt his hand brush over the damp curls at the apex of her thighs and she whimpered.
“Open your eyes for me, kitten.”
Stubbornly, she tried to refuse, shaking her head. She could do this…she just couldn’t look at him while he did it.
He chuckled, a low rumbling noise that went straight through her. “C’mon, don’t be like that. Gonna make it so good for you, baby, but I need you t’ open your eyes. Nothin’ t’ be embarrassed about.”
“Says you!” She cried, her eyes popping open before she realized what she was doing.
Sometime while she’d had her eyes closed, he had scooted down so that he was eye level with her most intimate parts. From his point in between her legs, he smirked at her, his tongue curling behind his teeth.
“You’re beautiful here, luv,” Spike told her hoarsely. Suddenly, he drew his index finger down the length of her and she made a sound somewhere between a squeak and a groan. “Fuckin’ gorgeous, you are. Nothin’ to be ashamed about.”
He continued to rub her flesh, stopping only to tease the little needy bundle of nerves at the top unmercifully. Despite her previous determination not to look, she couldn’t do anything but stare at him in shock as he manipulated her body. Darts of pleasure stabbed at her, making her hips twitch and rise from the mattress.
“Spike…”
Her breathy moan must have urged him on because it wasn’t long after that he leaned in and ran his tongue from bottom to top. “Mmm, taste as good as I remember. Like…tart apples.”
His darkened gaze locked on to hers as he continued to lick slow lines up her wet, warm crevice. He wrapped his arm around her thigh, his hand coming to rest in the light brown curls above her pussy. Using his fingers, he opened her, giving him access that had once been denied.
She cried out when his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking the little knot into his mouth and letting his tongue lash over it. His other hand came up to hold her hips still as they bucked uncontrollably under his ministrations.
“That’s right, kitten. Jus’ let go an’ come for me. Need you t’ come for me,” he rumbled against her.
Before she could even process his words, she felt something press into her sensitive entrance. The pressure was light, at first, and she could feel it advance and retreat as it slid within her, then suddenly, there was more pressure. Every nerve was on fire, the friction pushing her closer and closer to the edge. His mouth covered again, quickly finding her clit and biting down on it gently.
The dam within her burst open and wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She screamed as her orgasm gained more momentum, Spike not letting up for a second as he continued to use his fingers and mouth and tongue on her sensitive flesh.
Flashes of light burned behind her eyes and tremors shook her body until she didn’t think she could take it anymore. She yelled out his name so many times that her voice was beginning to get raw.
Slowly, she came down from the pleasure-soaked high, panting and mewling softly.
“Wow…!”
Spike watched as a silly grin spread across Buffy’s face and felt a surge of manly pride at knowing he was the one who caused it.
He winced as he moved to sit up. His cock was beyond hard at this point and if he didn’t do something about it soon, he was sure he’d have a set of perpetual blue balls. He didn’t think he’d ever been this aroused before.
But this was the tricky part.
“Buffy?”
Her eyes were glazed over, but she tried to focus on him. “Hmm?”
“You okay there, luv?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
If it didn’t hurt so much, he would have laughed. She was completely gone, lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, which, if her screams had any bearing, Spike would have bet was one helluva release.
He took a deep breath. “Do…do you still…want…me?” It came out sounding needy and weak. He would have loved to blame it on the pain, but he knew that wasn’t it.
The clarity slowly came back to her face and Spike tried in vain to identify the emotions that he saw there. If she refused him, he’d-
“Yes,” she replied, her eyebrows scrunching together. “Why are you asking me that?”
“I-” He frowned, not wanting to tell her he was worried that she would reject him. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why he was worried, but there it was anyway, churning in his gut. “I jus’ wanted t’ make sure that you hadn’t changed your mind, is all.” God, could you sound like a bigger git?
She smiled up at him brightly. “Nope, I haven’t changed my mind.”
He sighed in relief then leaned down to kiss her soundly. Without breaking the kiss, he stretched out his arm so that he could grab the box off the nightstand. He flipped the top open and pulled out a long strip, wishing the idiots who made them spent the extra two seconds to separate the little packets instead of just shoving them in a box.
Buffy pouted slightly as he pulled away. God help him, the sight of her lower lip poking out like that made him even harder.
Pushing aside his discomfort, he ripped a square off the strip and tossed the rest towards the nightstand. His hands went to his pants, tugging at the waistband before pushing them down his body. Suddenly unhindered, he felt a slight ease in the pain that his arousal was causing.
He glanced up at Buffy and found her wide-eyed, her mouth gaping open as she stared at his cock.
“Is it supposed to be that swollen?” She said out loud before clasping her hand over her mouth. “I-I-I-”
Grinning, Spike sat back on his heels making his cock jut out even farther. “Well, he is pretty anxious, pet.”
Buffy bit her lower lip. “Will it…um, fit?”
“It’ll fit. Jus’ gotta get your muscles t’ stretch a bit.” He could tell that she still wasn’t sure and he grabbed her hand, pulling her up so that she was sitting. “We’ll go slow an’ if it’s too much, we’ll stop, okay?”
She took a big breath of air into her lungs and held it for a couple of seconds before exhaling. “Okay.”
He kissed her sweetly before laying her back down and moving between her creamy thighs. Using his teeth, he ripped the tiny foil square open and removed the flesh-colored rubber, tossing the wrapper aside. He made quick work of putting the condom on and then set his attentions to the very delectable girl before him.
“Buffy, you know that this is gonna hurt a bit, right?” He asked with a concerned expression.
He loathed to cause her any pain, but this unfortunately was unavoidable. All he could do was be as careful with her as possible and hope that she said something if it got too bad.
She nodded. “I know. But I trust you.”
Those three little words meant almost to him as the other three little words she’d spoken. Trust. She trusted him. With every horrible thing that had happened in her life, she still had the ability to love and believe in someone else. The ability and desire to love and believe in him. His heart soared.
With one last question in his gaze, he moved closer to her, feeling her heat radiate around him. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in slightly. His hand slid over the skin just above her pubic bone, trying to soothe the tense muscles that lay beneath.
She was incredibly tight, but so very wet and he glided in with much more ease that he had anticipated. God, she felt like a hot velvet glove, squeezing him until he was sure he’d burst.
The tip of his cock hit the thin barrier of her maidenhead and he stopped moving so that she had time to adjust to his size. He was dying, of course, the need to drive into her almost taking hold over his senses, but he knew he had to keep his control.
He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb, trying to distract her from what was about to happen. About the worst thing she could do was tense up, that would only hurt her more.
“How’s that feel, kitten? Feel good, hmm?”
She was breathing heavily, squirming under his touch. “Spike…”
Hopefully, that meant yes.
Spike pulled back slowly, his hands leaving her pussy to grab onto her hips. With one swift motion, he thrust into her.
Buffy cried out, the pain clearly coloring her face. She fisted the bedspread tightly in her small hands and her teeth clenched together. He didn’t dare move, not yet, even as the muscles around him threatened to squeeze him to oblivion.
He leaned forward, kissing her mouth and her cheeks, tasting her pain…her tears. “My sweet girl,” he whispered against her lips. “I’m sorry.”
They remained still for what felt like forever, only the movements of their chests rising and falling in time with their breathing giving life to their suspended bodies. His muscles burned as they strained to deny what his body was urging him to continue. He felt her sweat-slicked skin against him, felt her body begin to relax as the pain dissipated, and he could do nothing but wait.
Suddenly, without warning, her hips shifted slightly, sending shards of pleasure through his body. A simple movement, her walls sliding against the sensitive head of his cock and he was a breath away from exploding.
“Buffy.” He grunted and shut his eyes, desperately seeking control. “Are you…fuck…can I…oh, god!”
She must have understood his incoherent rambling because she moved again, this time with a deliberate squeeze of her inner walls.
A growl escaped his lips as he pulled back and slid forward again, thrusting into her as gently as he could manage. He looked up at her face, needing proof that he wasn’t causing her more pain before continuing.
“It doesn’t hurt so much anymore,” she said, her teeth worrying the soft skin of her lower lip.
“You’re sure, kitten?”
She nodded, moving her hips again as her hands found the strong columns of his arms.
He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his lean waist, making him slide further into her hot, welcoming depths. Slowly, he began thrusting, drinking in the sight of her wide-eyed wonderment as the pleasure overtook her body.
It was difficult, but he tried to focus on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. O…Oh, fucking hell! He couldn’t stop himself from moving within her faster and harder, her short pants and little moans cheering him on. Their hips slammed together, a slapping sound echoing in his ears and setting a beat to keep time to.
Her hands sought purchase on his shoulders, holding on like he was her lifeline. Small, sharp fingertips dug into his skin and Spike ground his teeth together to keep from letting loose on her.
She was driving him mad, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The edge of what, he didn’t know and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He was teetering haphazardly on the precipice of something unknown, something powerful, something that wasn’t ready to be unleashed.
His hands slid under her hips and lifted up, bringing her closer to the driving part of him. He pulled almost all the way out of her before plunging back into her velvet heat.
“Feel good?” He rumbled as he continued to piston in and out of her, the mindless need to find release overtaking anything else.
Buffy cried out and held on tighter, her hips rolling against his as her body sought to increase the friction between them. She was so close, he could feel it. Her muscles continued to tighten around him, tension building deep in her core.
His eyes, once slitted and glazed over with desire, now opened to stare at her. God, she was beautiful…gorgeous…a fucking goddess, if he’d ever seen one. The light reflected off of her glistening skin, making her glow. Her head was tossed back in a complete act of wantonness, savoring every spark of pleasure he created within her and favoring him with a moan of satisfaction.
At some point during their lovemaking, she had ceased being a girl and had become a woman.
In the days that passed, Spike would wonder which realization had finally pushed him over the edge, but right now, the entirety slammed into him with a force that left him breathless.
His fingers dove into her blond mane of hair and jerked upward, smashing his lips against hers in a brutal passion. She whimpered, but met his kiss with the same ferocity, her tongue tangling with his until their flavors melded together.
Needing her release to fuel his own, he moved his hand between them and let his fingers dance against her clit.
Buffy pulled away suddenly, her breath coming in long draws before her pussy fluttered around him and she let out a loud keening wail of completion. Her feminine walls constricted, rolling like waves against him, milking him for all that he had.
“Fuck! BUFFY!!” He roared, thrusting into her several more times before finally empting himself.
After his body stopped twitching, Spike rolled them over so that she was perched above him, not wanting to slip out just yet but not wanting to crush her either.
She grinned and Spike couldn’t stop the chuckle that rolled through his chest. “What’s got you so happy, hmm?”
“Oh, not much,” she replied, barely concealing a giggle.
“Not much, huh?”
“Well, there might be this one thing.”
His eyebrow arched up. “And what, pray tell, would this be?”
Buffy leaned forward and kissed him so sweetly that his head began to swim. Her hand came up to cup his cheek. “Just that I love you, William.”
And with that, he was completely lost to her.