[Reviews - 15]
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Microsoft Word Chapter or Story | ePub eBook Chapter or Story | Printer Chapter or Story

Has been viewed 5855 times

- Text Size +




Part 5

"Do you know one of the things...that I regret the
most?" Buffy asked, pulling away for air.

Spike continued nuzzling and kissing the side of her
cheek, whispering soft words of love in her ear. "What's
that, love?"

She nudged him away a little, wanting to look into his
eyes when she told him. "That last night we had to-
gether...we should have made love."

He looked at her, surprised by her choice of words. Buffy
had never once referred to their sexual liaisons as
"making love". Privately, to himself, he'd never thought of
it as anything else. Sure, he put on the "Hey, we're just
shagging for the fun of it" facade around her. A man had to
preserve his pride...and his feelings. But deep inside of him,
in a place he never showed anyone else, he always thought
of their encounters as lovemaking...even the ones that
bordered on violence.

Cupping her cheek in his hand, he leaned closer and
said, "Let's make love now."

The words made Buffy's entire body sit up and take
notice. Anticipating sex, fantastic sex, it did all the right
things to prepare for it.

Her breathing deepened, and her skin tingled. There was
a loose, moist feeling between her thighs. Her breasts felt
heavier, more sensitive against the scratchy lace of her
bra.

All in all, she felt highly overheated and wanted to get
rid of her clothing as fast as she possibly could.

Glancing over at the door, she frowned slightly. "No
one else has one of those keys, do they?"

Spike stood up and shrugged off his coat impatiently.

"I'll kill anyone who walks through that door," he
promised her, pulling her to her feet.

Without hesitating, she reached for the buttons of his
shirt and began undoing them rapidly.

Amazed at her forwardness, Spike watched, a tiny
smile playing on his lips. This was going to be damn
good.

Buffy pushed his unbuttoned shirt over his shoulders
and down his arms, dropping it heedlessly to the
floor. She reached for the hem of his t-shirt, making
quick work of it's removal as well.

Before she continued, she snagged one finger in
his belt and yanked him closer. Using her
free hand, she reached down and fondled the huge
bulge in the front of his jeans.

Gasping for air he had no use for, Spike placed
one hand over hers and pressed down more firmly.
"Harder," he begged. "Please."

She gave him what he wanted. Curving her
fingers around him, she rubbed and squeezed.
just enough to please him without causing pain.

When he took his hand away, she began to
undo his belt. The buckle gave her a little trouble
at first, but she was diligent and was soon yanking
the leather strap out of the belt loops of his jeans.

Spike decided that it was time he began to con-
tribute to the moment. It had been so damn long
since he'd touched her this way, so long that his
hands were almost shaking with eagerness.

Buffy could relate.

Her own fingers became clumsy when he began
to tug her blouse from the waistband of her slacks.
The fabric was silky and sheer, and he enjoyed
running his hands over it, but was eager to move on
to even softer territory.

She lifted her arms and allowed him to pull her
shirt off and over her head, mussing her hair in a
way he loved to see it. The ecru colored demi-bra
she was wearing revealed far more than it concealed,
and he had to stop and admire the sight of her nicely
rounded breasts being lifted and cradled by the lace
of her undergarment.

"Beautiful," he muttered, reaching behind her to
unfasten the bra.

The act made Buffy smile at the memory of him
doing just this so many times before. Spike had always
preferred her back fastening bras; he enjoyed the
little ceremony of sliding his hands behind her and
opening it by touch alone while he pulled her closer
to him.

The hooks were released and the garment fell away.
Buffy felt her breasts settle into his wonderfully tender
grasp.

Feeling his hands on her body again was making her
light headed. As always, he knew just what touches
drove her crazy and he didn't stint on giving them to
her.

Her eyes widened as they stared into his, and her lips
parted as she tried to speak.

"Tell me," he urged, squeezing gently.

"It's just...I missed this so much. The way you touch
me. The things you do. I was...I was afraid I'd have
to live the rest of my life and never...never feel this
way again."

Spike grinned, a little arrogantly. "Well, you can
put THAT fear right out of your mind. I'm back
now, baby...and I'm planning to make up for all that
lost time."

His tone amused her. This was one of the things
she loved about him, his "I'm the only man for you,
Slayer, and you never had it as good as me" attitude.
Once upon a time, it had pissed her off mightily...es-
pecially when she'd begun to realize that it was
true.

"Promises, promises," she said, licking her lips.

Eyebrows arched, he responded by pushing her
breasts together and lifting them. Then, without
breaking eye contact, he lowered his head and ran
his tongue wetly over the hardened tips. Lightly,
teasingly, he tortured her.

Buffy's skin felt flushed and sensitive. Her breath
hitched in her chest when he pinched her nipples
between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging gently.

Having her breasts fondled and kissed was one of
Buffy's favorite parts of foreplay. Spike knew this,
and always acted accordingly. She could remember
times when he had spent a good hour doing nothing
more than play with her breasts in various ways.

Slipping one hand behind his neck, she whispered
one word; "More."

"Anything for you, baby," he said, knowing what
she was asking for. Opening his mouth, he took
her right breast in and began to suck at it, softly
at first, then voraciously.

Buffy squirmed and whimpered under this assault,
spurring him on to greater efforts. He moved back
and forth, from one side to the other, showing no
favoritism. He alternated from kissing to licking and
then sucking, as though unable to decide what he
enjoyed most.

She enjoyed it all. It didn't take long until she was
a mindless, writhing bundle of pure sexual pleasure.

When he finally pulled back, her chest was damp
and shiny, her nipples hard as pebbles.

Buffy immediately moved forward and performed
the same service for him. Her tongue darted out and
drew wet circles around the tight coppery discs on his
chest.

After a few seconds, Spike buried his fingers in her
hair and made her look at him. When their eyes met,
they reached simultaneously for the fastenings of each
other's pants.

Top snaps popped open. Zippers were tugged down.
Shoes and socks were toed off, and two pairs of
jeans hit the floor...one black, the other blue.

Buffy stood clad in a pair of lace panties, Spike in
nothing at all.

She was incredibly wet. He was beautifully hard.

Made for each other....


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taking Buffy's right hand, Spike brought it up to
her face. "Lick it," he ordered her.

She looked at him for a moment, then extended
her little pink tongue and delicately licked her
palm.

"No," he said, his eyes hot with lust. "Really lick
it. Make it wet."

Willingly, she followed instructions, then sucked
in a harsh breath when he placed her hand on the
rigid length of his shaft and began sliding her wet
fingers up and down.

"Ohhh...fuck," he groaned softly, closing his eyes
for a moment. "That's it...harder..."

Buffy moved a little closer. Pressing her cheek
against his chest, she looked down to watch her
hand as it pumped his erection. When a pearly
drop of semen formed at the tip, she smeared it
around the head, making it slick.

Spike's hand glided down her back, caressing
her heated skin as she played with him. When
he reached her bottom, he took a handful of it and
squeezed. "You still have the prettiest ass I've
ever seen, Slayer."

She accepted the compliment, rewarding him by
sliding her hand further between his legs and
cupping his sensitive balls.

He hissed in air through clenched teeth, but when
her hand grew bolder in it's caress, he was forced
to push it away before he embarrassed himself
by doing something he hadn't done since he'd been
an adolescent.

Pushing her down on the couch, he dropped to his
knees before her and spread her legs wide apart.
He lowered his head between her splayed thighs
and began tonguing her roughly.

Buffy's nails dug into the sofa cushion. Her head
dropped back and she started to pant, making soft
little kitten sounds in her throat.

Spike went at her with hard laps of his tongue, a
starving man at a banquet. He located the hot
button with unerring accuracy, an act he had
perfected during long, lazy hours of practice, and
sucked it greedily.

Her hips shot up as her hands groped blindly for
him, caressing his hair.

When he felt the gentle touch, he shoved his tongue
up into her, forcing it as deeply as it would go, then
moving it around.

"Do you like that?" he asked, pulling away for a
moment. "Want my tongue? Want me to fuck you
with it?"

Buffy could only nod.

"Or," he went on, "would you rather have my cock?"

She was in no state of mind to make difficult
decisions. "You choose."

Spike chuckled, deciding for her. "Come on down
here and let's roll around on the floor a little."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He went down on her again, making sure she was
as wet as she could ever hope to be.

When he sensed her imminent orgasm, he
lifted his head and moved up her body, wedging
his hips in the V of her legs.

Rubbing himself against her, he instructed her
to open her eyes and look at him.

"Did you like touching my cock?" he asked.

Buffy nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Want it inside you?"

"Yeah-huh."

He knew she did. He could feel it, and smell it. Her
scent was making him salivate. Positioning the
head of his cock, he started to push it in.

Her hips jerked and lifted, wanting more.

She was ready, so he strengthened his thrust,
gliding all the way in.

So tight. She was always so damn tight...fucking
ALWAYS. Almost like a virgin.

The clinging caress of her sex was threatening
his control. This wasn't going to last long for
either of them, this new "first time" that they
were experiencing. It had been too long, and
he loved her too much.

He heard her soft cries as he began thrusting
in and sliding back out.

He felt her legs twining around his waist.

He tasted salt and sweat, the flavor that was
uniquely her's.

He saw her face slacken, and her eyes become
unfocused.

He smelled the heady musk of her desire.

The last vestige of his self control abandoned
him. With a harsh grunt, he pumped in and
out of her, burying his face against her soft
throat.

Buffy cried out, bucking her hips.

Lost in the moment, with no hope of slowing
down, he began thrusting faster and harder.

"Buffy," he choked. "Oh, Buffy...I love you...God,
so much..."

"Spike....yes...I...I love...you...always..."

The words completely undid him. Clutching her
tighter, he delivered his final thrusts.

"Coming...Buffy...do it...yeah...oh, yeah...come
on...do it for me...now, baby...now...ah, fuck..!"

"...Spike.."

"Yeah...that's my girl...you're coming so good. That's
it...such a...such a good girl...ahhh...squeeze me
tight...yeah...just like that....again..."

The pursuit of pleasure ended spectacularly, enhanced
by the knowledge that it was only just beginning.


TBC.....
Comments?





You must login (register) to review.