~~~~~~~From the previous chapter
Buffy stuck a sandwich between his lips as he leaned forward to kiss her. “Nuh-uh! We made it this far, we’ll have our picnic before the naughtiness ensues!”
*Bloody stubborn bint! God, I love her!*
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Having been all but force-fed the first couple of sandwiches, his choked protests muffled by a fresh bite every time his mouth was clear of one, Spike stilled Buffy’s wrist midair when she decided he hadn’t eaten enough.
“Not that I have anythin’ against salmon and cream-cheese, luv, or-” he squeezed his eyes trying to make out the contents of the rye slices of bread suspended a couple of inches from his mouth in the soft light of the candles precariously sank in the ground around the blanket “-BLT, for that matter. Though not the most romantic of dinner choices…” He took in the slight frown on her face. “But I was thinkin’ we could skip to dessert now.”
Kneeling next to him and trying hard not to let his waggling eyebrows derail her from completing her plan, Buffy insisted, “No, Spike, first we have dinner, then you blow out your candles, then you—we get to have dessert. Now open wide.” With that she pinched his nose shut, like her mother did when Buffy was a kid and refused to eat her veggies, hoping he’d have the same reaction she used to and open his mouth.
She was shocked to say the least with what he actually did.
Spike pulled on the wrist he held, making Buffy lose her balance and topple over his legs with an indignant ‘oof’. “I don’t think you’re in a position to argue, luv. After all, you did screw most of my day up-” his tone was playful, belying his words, “-and you still haven’ been properly punished for that.
Buffy forgot all about dinner when his free hand smacked her bottom over her shorts.
A couple of smacks later, she was wet and squirming in his lap as Spike’s fingers snuck inside her shorts, unhindered by her lack of underwear to tease her wet folds. “Please Spike…”
“Please what, luv?”
“Please… I want you!”
“But we haven’t had dessert yet, kitten.” Still, he pulled her shorts down and she raised her hips to help him lower them around her knees, toeing her sandals off in the process.
When his palm landed on a naked butt cheek, she felt fresh moisture pool between her legs and hurried to kick her pants off, leaving her legs free to spread open.
Spike’s fingers traced her outer lips, delving inside only briefly before spreading her juices to her second entrance, but not pushing inside. “I wan’ my dessert, pet. I wanna eat your sweet pussy…” Helping her raise herself to her knees, he ran his hands under the hem oh her top, pushing it upwards with circular movements of his hands and setting her skin on fire. When her breasts where finally exposed he sucked in a breath and quickly yanked the top the rest the way off, leaving her bare to his appreciative gaze. “Are you getting’ more beautiful by the day, or am I fallin’ for you more and more?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer – or rather swoon – before his mouth was on her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and tasting her.
Buffy let out a gasp when his tongue laved a pebbled nipple and the breeze gliding over the wet peak made it even harder. Throwing back her head and focusing on the sensation of his hot mouth worshiping one breast while his cool hand fondled the other, she was surprised by a hissing noise and something cold suddenly covering the nipple Spike’s tongue had been paying tribute to. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Spike without his shirt on, head thrown back and mouth open, squirting whipped cream on his tongue straight from the can. She began panting at the lust she felt shooting through her body and making her ache with need.
He made a show of savoring the sweet cream before looking into her eyes, speaking as if answering an unspoken question…
“No, not hardly sweet enough.”
He latched onto her nipple again, licking the cream and softly nibbling on her flesh and Buffy couldn’t help but whimper when he pulled back, only to be relieved when he repeated the process on her other breast.
Satisfied his girl was clean, *for now*, he told her to lie back. “Spread yourself for me, Buffy. Le’me see that beautiful quim of yours.”
Not doing as he said wasn’t an option as her brain seemed to focus solely on her throbbing core and the pleasure Spike alone could provide.
She expected him to put whipped cream on her pussy but instead, he brought out the bowl of strawberries she’d asked Willow to add to the cooler, and biting down on one, he leaned in and kissed her, letting the juice flow into her mouth and down their chins as the hunger for each other deepened. He put another berry in his mouth and proceeded to paint a fruity path down her body, returning to her lips and trailing downwards again, letting his tongue clean the pink sticky line until his mouth was facing her smooth quim.
They both shivered in anticipation before he dove between the apex of her thighs, licking, sucking and nipping on her outer lips, teasing her clit in passing until she began bucking against his mouth. Stilling her movements with a firm hand on her hip, he whispered, “Don’ move, luv.”
She couldn’t help the involuntary upward thrust of her hips when something cool touched her entrance. Pushing herself up on her elbows she stared transfixed, watching as an equally mesmerized Spike carefully inserted a strawberry halfway inside her. Slowly, reverently, he bent down and latched on her clit, sucking and nibbling on it until her body begun shuddering and her walls rippled, swallowing the glistening fruit before he went to retrieve it, further intensifying her pleasure.
His wonderful, magnificent tongue plunged deep within her, teasing her, rolling the berry around until she felt like she would scream. No. She was screaming as she came, Spike’s tongue and lips having pulled out their reward to devour her with renewed fervor, his thumb pushing inside her puckered hole with no more lubrication than the combined fluids of her and the ripe, red fruit.
She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she opened them and tried to focus on his worried face hovering above her.
“Are you a’right?” He nuzzled into her palm when she cupped his cheek and then locked his lips with hers. Reassured over her wellbeing, he was free to focus on his own desire and covered her body with his, cradling his hips between her creamy thighs.
*Huh? When did he lose his shoes and pants? Oh, who cares?* His weeping cock nudged her entrance begging to be let inside, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. “No.”
“No?”
He looked adorably miserable and Buffy had to bite her lower lip not to giggle at his pout. “No,” she repeated.
Spike didn’t move an inch, not pushing inside her, but not withdrawing either. “An’ why not, luv?” His cocky attitude was back and his brow arched while mischief danced in his eyes. He had thankfully realized this was a game of hers and not a rejection by any means.
She pushed him slightly and with a grin announced, “First you blow out your candles and make a wish, and then I blow your candle thus making your wish come true.”
Chuckling, he rolled off her. “An’ what pray tell makes you think that’ll be my wish, kitten?”
*No Buffy, do not wet – err… get sidetracked by the evil tongue running over perfect teeth… ohhh how can he move that tongue so fast…??? FOCUS woman!* Rolling her eyes at him she insisted. “Come on, you’re a guy, what more would you wish for?” She made a silly face and winked, showing she really didn’t think of him as that superficial and he laughed out loud. His laughter was one of the things that made her fall in love with him all over again every time he let go like that, sounding like he hadn’t a care in the world, and she couldn’t stifle her own bout of giggles, feeling pure, undiluted happiness.
As it turned out, Willow and Xander had packed everything but a cake and candles, but neither of the lovers was fazed. Buffy sunk one of the column candles that were around the blanket inside the semi-melted tub of ice cream and the laughing went on as, having blown the candle, Spike mock-tried to feed her the gooey result of candle wax, dirt and melted ice-cream. It did die down, however, when Buffy playfully bit Spike’s nipple and before long they were wantonly rubbing against each other’s body, all games forgotten.
Well, maybe not all games.
Again, Buffy pulled away from their heated embrace but only to instruct Spike to lie down and close his eyes.
As his mind wandered to the first time she had him blindfolded, at her mercy, Spike felt his cock grow even harder and a shiver run down his spine as his entire body tensed up, waiting for the feel of her warm breath, the telling sign she was about to suck him into heaven. *Her breath, her tongue, her mouth, her hot little hands… her giggles?* He jumped up as her voice drifted to his ears from much further than his groin, to see her moonlit figure dance immersed in the lake only up to her knees.
“Had to get clean,” she called out, turning her back to him and bending at the waist, dipping her hands in the water and enticing him with a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass before facing him again to run her wet fingers down her front, rubbing her skin.
He was only a couple of steps away from her in a flash. Seeing the goose bumps on her arms and belly form and the shivers brought on by his proximity, he felt a swell of masculine pride at the effect he had on his girl.
And then he pounced.
Buffy tried to put more distance between them, but he was fast, and soon he held her flush against his naked form., Each panted in the other’s mouth as he fisted one hand in her hair while the other squeezed her ass, making her raise up on her toes to rub her pelvis against his. She needed no more encouragement to wrap her arms around his neck and hoist her legs up, folding them around his narrow hips to bring him home inside her body.
Her momentum made Spike lose his balance and he fell on his back, giving her barely a split second to unlock her ankles from behind him to land on her knees, straddling him, his cock slamming deeper inside her channel. Their earlier antics had brought them near the shore, so his head landed on soft grass and the only fear of him drowning was in the luminous pools of his lover’s eyes as her mouth opened in a silent ‘o’ from the force with which her pelvis thrust against his.
Both stood still for a moment, lost in each other before Buffy whispered ‘happy birthday, baby’ and began rocking her hips, riding him at an increasing rhythm, driving both of them wild. It triggered a series of orgasms inside her that brought forth Spike’s release, her inner muscles strangling and milking his seed.
Spent and sated at last, Spike enfolded her in his arms. The two lay like that for a while, lulled by the lapping sound of the tiny waves marring the surface of the lake and promising to hold on to their love whatever it took.
Buffy drifted off, floating in a sense of safety but woke up in a daze of desire to find that Spike had, at some point, carried her to the blanket and was now on top of her, nuzzling her hair while slowly moving in and out of her in an erotic manner more indicative of intimacy and love than sexual need.
He was satisfied just being inside her; her body made to complete his. Sure, he yearned to feel her convulsing underneath and around him, to hear her keening his name as she came because of what only he could do to her, but he didn’t want it to be over yet. His body had missed her throughout the day, wanted to re-map hers, claim every inch of her flesh, and so he did what he craved, made love to her slowly, tenderly, kissing her lips, her face, her neck… trailing his hands through her golden locks.
Buffy seemed to share his need and allowed him to lead their coupling. She let him guide them both to ecstasy unhurriedly, while she clung to him, trusting him to bring her back down gently from the peak of mind-blowing rapture that seemed to last forever yet not long enough. She smiled against his skin as he rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him.
“Wow! All that and I still haven’t blown your candle.” She gently bit his nipple to stop his chuckles and was again amazed at how much she loved him. The ease with which they could go from cuddling to hot sex and then to playful banter laid testament to how close they really were. Sure, there were moments when insecurities threatened to come between them, but at the moment, cherished and safe in her lover’s embrace, she just knew they would manage no matter what cards life dealt.
Sticking her lower lip out in a pout she knew Spike could never resist, she raised her head to look into his adoring gaze while batting her lashes at him.
The way he rolled his eyes was just as genuine as her pouting. “What now, you insatiable bint?”
“I had something in mind when we came here, something I really, really wanna try, but now you’re all worn out…” She bit her lower lip and looked away pointedly, a nail lightly grazing his nipple.
“Oi! I’m never worn out. In point of fact, I don’ do worn out! I tire, only a bit mind you, and recuperate soon after.”
“Weeeeell, in that case…” she nodded in the direction behind him to her left, and he stretched his neck to see what caught her fancy.
His scarred eyebrow shot up. It looked like life had dealt them a swing.
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Buffy had never felt as relaxed and uninhibited with any sexual partner but Spike. He was the only man she wasn’t self-conscious with during lovemaking. She had seen the swing, nothing more than a wooden plank held by two ropes, when she first spotted the place and wanted to see if what she heard about having sex on one was really true. All she had to do was ask.
She ‘eeep’ed’ when, all but throwing her on her back, Spike jumped up and prowled to the tree from which the swing hung, making a show of each step, rolling his shoulders and tilting his head in that adorably sexy way of his, his cock already hard again jutting proudly, pointing the way. Not able to stop giggling, she rolled on her stomach to have a better view as he planted himself on the wooden seat and looked at her expectantly.
“Well?”
“What? Just like that? No foreplay?” she teased, standing up and walking to him anyway.
“What do you mean ‘jus’ like that’?”
“No foreplay?” She threw him a lopsided grin, contemplating the best way to climb on him without making a spectacle of herself or emptying the both of them on the ground.
He leered at her. “I believe an hour of shaggin’ already covered that luv. Now hop on!”
Forgetting about how graceless she might look, she nodded determinedly and took hold of each rope. Raising one leg over his thigh was easy, especially since his feet where planted firmly on the ground holding them both in place. The other leg took a bit longer because Spike had to let go of his grip on one rope to help her, making the entire contraption turn to the side and Buffy nearly topple over. By the time they found their balance again, they were laughing so hard Buffy thought she’d never catch her breath.
Then he kissed her and she forgot all about their clumsiness as she raised her hips and let him drive his shaft inside her.
The initial, experimental thrusts were like always and Spike wondered about the use of the thing they were on other than for acrobatics. Soon, however, those gave the swing momentum to begin its pendulum-like rocking. Suddenly realizing the point, he let his body drive the oscillations, widening them and driving him deeper inside her body.
She caught on soon after, leaning forward a little as he leaned back, throwing her body backwards and crushing her pelvis against his when the swing moved the other way. Each push made the head of his dick rub against that sensitive spot inside her and because the confined space didn’t allow her to spread her legs wider, it caused more friction on her clit.
Spike was torn between ceaselessly declaring his love to her or thanking god and the inventor of the swing. He was in heaven. The feeling of Buffy encasing him, the way her body snuggly fit around his, the way they made love without withdrawing from one plunge to the next but remained joined in scorching, almost unbearable pleasure made him tremble with the desperate need for completion. He barely had time to prepare himself when he felt her suddenly tense around him and let her orgasm loose with a wail, her hands leaving the ropes to anchor herself to him, nails digging into his shoulders before he followed her over the edge, panting her name between ‘I love you’s’.
Afterwards, he was proud at how he managed to maneuver her in his lap so that she was cradled against him, and on limp legs, carried her back to the blanket to lay down on it with her. Good thing he had the presence of mind earlier to pack away the rest of the picnic stuff so he could wrap the free end of the blanket around them both, pulling her as close as possible, spooning her before they fell fast asleep.
tbc.
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Thank you darlaslilgirl for the awesome banner!Author's Chapter Notes:
I wanted the two to do something they hadn’t done before in this chapter. I had come up with a couple of ideas, but I was looking for something to make a difference. Then I chatted with Carrie (Darkrivertempest) and she started throwing ideas my way one after the other. I loved them all, but there was one I just had to use. Thank you for that and for always being there, babe. A big 'Thank you' to Sarah (SpikesGoddess) and James for helping me out with bits and pieces and making me giggle and blush. You guys rock! Tina (Im_bloody_English) is a Goddess to whom I bow. Thank you, honey, for being a great beta and an awesome friend. I love you all.Last but not least ‘Thank you’s’ with chocolate covered Spikes to all you that read and review. Quiet Summer is my baby and it makes me more than happy that you like it (please forgive me for the rant, I just finished writing it yesterday and I’m kind of emotional) *hugs all*