Spiritgasms...part three
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“If you decide someday to stop this little
game that you are playing..
I’m gonna tell you everything my heart has
been a’dying to be saying
Just like a ghost, you’ve been haunting
my dreams, so I’ll propose...on Halloween
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl
like you...”
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Spike sat on the sofa, close to Buffy, and waited while she and Willow talked a little more. Every so often, he tested his tactile ability, and when
the sofa cushion he was poking began to show the tiniest crease, he decided
it was time to let Buffy in on the fact that he was going to be with her
again soon.
Sidling up closer, he leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Aren’t
you getting tired, sweetheart? You’ve had such a long day. Time for
bed now, all right?”
To his immense satisfaction, she yawned and stretched, then announced
that she was going to bed.
Willow stood up when she did, and gave her a hug. “If you need anything,
you know where I am.”
“You, too,” Buffy smiled. “Goodnight.”
Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, Spike trailed the slayer
up the stairs and into her bedroom. He stood by the door and watched as
she rummaged around in her dresser drawers for a nightgown, then
went into the bathroom and started the water running in the shower.
Deciding that wasn’t what he wanted, he followed her into the
bathroom and sat on the counter to watch her undress.
“God, baby...you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes
on. Did you know that? Did I remember to tell you how beautiful
you are? So small and delicate, you look like a stiff breeze would
carry you off to Oz.” He smiled as she brushed her teeth. “Still a
bear for the oral hygiene, I see. Well, I don’t blame you. I would be
too, if I’d had to pay Dawn’s dental bills.”
She pinned her hair up, and pulled clean towels out of the cabinet
beneath the sink.
“Your hair’s growing long again, luv. Did you let it grow for me...cause
you know how much I love it that way?”
Buffy pulled the shower curtain back.
“No, baby,” Spike said. “Take a bath. You need to soak in a hot tub. Relax
all over. Come on...turn off the shower and put the stopper in.” He leaned
closer, until he was almost touching her ear. “Take a bath, sweetheart.”
Delighted, he watched an indecisive look pass over her pretty face, then
she shrugged and did as he’d requested.
“Christ...if I’d known how well this would work, I’d have died again
YEARS ago.”
She reached into the cabinet and brought out a bottle of foaming bath
oil.
“Lavender,” he said approvingly. “My favorite. You remembered.”
The scent filled up the steamy room, making him feel a little light
headed. Another sign, perhaps, that he was progressing towards his
moment of reanimation.
“Careful,” he murmured, as she stepped into the tub. They had taken
a bath together once, and when she’d put her foot down in the tub, the
slick bath oil caused her to slip and land hard on her bottom, displacing
at least three gallons of water all over the bathroom floor. Then, they’d
made a little love....and displaced the rest of it.
Buffy placed a bath cushion behind her head and leaned back, closing
her eyes and sinking into the water. “Hmmmm,” she moaned, softly.
That sound went straight to his dick!
Kneeling beside the tub, he touched the tip of his finger to the water. A
tiny ripple fanned out, indiscernible to someone...unless they were
watching for it.
“Remember, Buffy? That night we took a bath together? Dawn was
off with her friends, and the witches were somewhere dancing in the
woods with their coven. We had the house all to ourselves.”
Buffy sighed and licked her lips.
“I poured the soap on that pink sponge you liked. Worked up a ton of
lather and spread it all over you, made you all slick and slippery. My
hands glided over you like you were made of satin.”
She murmured something he couldn’t understand.
“I spent a lot of time on your breasts...remember? I tried to move on
after a bit, but you kept taking my hand and putting it back there. You
would slide down a little into the water, then when you came back up
you’d feel the cool air make your nipples hard. Then I made them
harder. You were twisting around and whimpering like a kitten.”
Sitting up, Buffy reached for a sponge. A blue one, now.
“I cupped my hands under them...and pushed them together. I
kept playing with your nipples, pinching them a bit...tugging on them. I
wanted them in my mouth so badly,” he whispered. “You loved it when
I did that...when I licked and sucked your breasts. Remember, baby?”
A glob of bath gel was squirted on the sponge. She started at the
back of her neck, then slowly made her way down.
“Now...slide it down over your breasts. Lots of lather now. Make
them hard...I want to see you make them hard.”
He was sporting an erection that felt like an iron bar, and he had to
reach down to adjust his jeans.
“That’s how hot I am for you, baby. I’m fucking dead...and you’re
still turning me on like no other girl ever did. Just you. My dream
girl. The best dreams of my life were the ones you were in. And I
don’t just mean fucking, either. I used to dream about us being real
people, Buffy.”
He sat on his rear, leaning his back against the tub.
“You were just an ordinary girl.” He laughed. “Well...not ordinary.
You could never be ordinary, luv. But, you weren’t a slayer, and I
wasn’t a vampire. I was just a man who loved you. A man who
went off to a job every day, and then came home to you at night.” He
turned to look at her. “And we were happy.”
The sponge was on the move.
“That’s it,” he said. “Pretend it’s me, Buffy. I’m holding the
sponge...running it over your breasts. Your belly. Down between
your legs where you’re such a pretty shade of pink.”
He leaned closer. “Put your hand between your legs,” he directed
her, willing her to do it. “Touch yourself...rub your fingers against
your pussy...inside of it. Slide one in...”
She was doing everything he said, like they had some sort of
internal transmission system between them. A football coach and
his star quarterback.
“Put down the sponge, Buffy.”
It plopped into the water.
“Now, put your other hand down there...and find your clit. You
can...oh!” He smiled when she caught her breath. “Found it, did
you?”
Buffy exhaled deeply, tilting her head back. “Spike” she moaned,
almost inaudibly. “Oh...yes...more.”
Bloody hell! She was doing it! She was thinking about him!
“I’m here, baby. You’re not alone. Soon, I’LL be the one touching
you. I’ll make it all up to you, luv. Every minute you had to get through
on your own. Every tear you cried. Every time you needed me.” He
swallowed hard. “And I wasn’t there.”
He shook his head, sloughing off the melancholy mood.
“Faster, baby...move your finger in and out...come on, do it. That’s
my girl,” he whispered. “My passionate little slayer, with her wild
heart. Made for me.”
“Spike,” she whimpered quietly. “Mine...”
“Yes,” he said urgently. “Your’s. All your’s, baby. Always will
be.”
Buffy kept her eyes shut tight, concentrating on what she was doing.
Spike leaned a little closer. “Do it, baby. Come for me. Pretend that’s
my cock sliding in and out of you...ramming in...pounding in...hard
and fast. Do you feel it? Feel my cock inside you, Buffy. So hard...for
you. Only for you.”
Her face contorted, as she bit down on her lower lip.
“Going in deep, isn’t it? All the way in. Filling your little pussy
up. Make it tighter, baby...let me know you want it in there, don’t
want to let it out...tighter...”
Buffy arched her back as her fingers moved faster, touching and
teasing herself. She rubbed hard against that little knot of
flesh that he had licked so many times, driving her to orgasm after
orgasm.
Even now, he could taste her on his tongue. Tangy and juicy, like
some ripe tropical fruit that grew wild in the jungles of the South
Pacific. He would lash it with his tongue, over and over again, and
when he sensed her climax rushing towards her, would close his
mouth around it and suck hard as he pushed his middle finger up
into her drenched passage, pumping it roughly in and out.
And she would scream...
Scream so loud, his ears would ring.
He hadn’t heard that sound in so long. And he needed to hear it
again. Hear it with the fresh point of view he’d never had before.
He wanted to hear that scream and know that she loved him. To
know that she was screaming her pleasure AND her love, unarticulated
as it was in her calm moments.
But he couldn’t fulfill that need now. Not with someone in the house
who would come on the run if Buffy screamed.
No, that would have to wait.
Buffy’s entire body was straining for completion, her hips bucking
up into the relief she was taking from her own hand.
“...oh...oh...yes...” Tiny sounds were wrenched from her throat.
“Yes, baby,” he encouraged her. “That’s what you need. Give in
to it...take it...”
When he saw that she was on the verge of the bliss she sought, he
spoke directly into her ear.
“Think about me, Buffy,” he hissed. “See ME.”
It was the catalyst that pushed her over the edge. Biting her lip,
she gave herself over to the temporary madness.
Spike watched in utter fascination, as her body settled back
into the water.
“Buffy,” he said softly. “I was right. You ARE amazing.”
She sat up suddenly, opening her eyes and looking around the
room.
He sat very still. She seemed to be staring right at him, and he
wondered if something deep inside of her could truly see him,
could somehow know he was there.
But the feeling only lasted a moment. She shook her head, then
drained the water from the tub and climbed out.
Wrapping her towel around her, she switched off the bathroom
light and went back into her bedroom.
Spike smiled. Time for round two.
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TBC.....
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