Spike shivered from the dual sensations weaving through him, Buffy’s heated hands upon his cool flesh and her intoxicating, promising words…“it leaves us standing here, with far too many clothes on, especially for what I have in mind”
In an instant, their mouths met in a heated dance. Spike’s hand moved to cradle her head. Her silky, golden tresses teased his skin. His other hand clutched her lower back, as he pulled her closer. Her hands remained upon his chest. Buffy marred his flesh with half-moon indents, her nails seeking purchase. A deep growl of pleasure resounded from his throat. She continued to score his flesh.
Buffy mewed loudly from the influx of sensations. He relished in her sounds continuing his onslaught of sheer bliss. His once idle hand upon her lower back, traveled upward and forward, as he sought her heaving mounds. They lay mere inches from his form. Buffy moved closer, once she removed her hands from his chest. Dual moans filled the air, when her pebbled, clothed peaks, brushed against his sensitive flesh. Her eager hands traveled across his body with blissful glides. Once she placed her hands on the waist of his jeans, one thought resonated through Spike’s mind…wait.
Spike extracted his mouth from hers. Mirrored gasps intermingled in the air. Each attempted to steady their minds and bodies. Once Spike reined his senses in, he whispered his thoughts,
“Wait.” Several moments passed before Buffy’s hands became idle. She had skillfully undone two buttons of his jeans. The dripping, belled head of his cock now exposed to the chilly air. Regardless, Spike repeated his request,
“Wait.” Spike revealed his heated gaze, and trained it upon Buffy. Her eyes mirrored his. Unquenched desire and hunger swirled within the green depths.
“Spike?” Quickly, confusion and hurt replaced her once heated emotions. Before she could speak or worse, leave, Spike continued,
“Buffy, please, don’t be upset. I want you, God how I want you. However, it won’t be just for tonight. Once will never be enough. It’s all or nothing. Please understand, we both deserve more than an empty night of lust,”
Spike’s voice was heavy with all the love and devotion he held for this tiny warrior before him. Despite the screams that resonated from within, for him “being a fool” and “take whatever, she’ll give you”, he remained firm in his resolve.
Buffy turned from Spike, but she didn’t move away. His slightly hurt gaze fell upon her. Within several moments, he noted the slight shake of her shoulders. The heavy scent of tears disbursed throughout the air. The mere thought that he brought her to tears tore his heart to pieces. With a soft, comforting tone, he spoke once more,
“I’m sorry, Buffy. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just for so long I’ve sold myself short. Only took crumbs and divided affections. I deserve more,” Spike’s voice wavered slightly, while he held his own tears at bay.
Buffy turned to face him. Tracks of tears filled her flushed cheeks. Without warning, she launched herself forward into his arms. With dual strength of a slayer and a woman who needed solace, she clung to him. Her arms wrapped around his midsection, head upon his chest. Spike proceeded to envelop his arms around her quaking form, while he whispered comforting words into the crown of her tresses.
Endless moments passed, while they comforted each other. All too soon, Buffy broke away from him. She was out of his arms, but remained within reach. With a tear-filled gaze fixed upon him, she spoke,
“Spike, these past three days, my mind was filled with the pros and cons of a relationship with you. After two days of endless lists, I realized that approach was a big waste of time. Then, out of the blue, it came to me. Take away all the good and bad, and just focus on the main reason why someone becomes involved with another…companionship. More specifically, who should be my companion. I need someone who can accept me for who I am. Every facet of my being. Not just parts and pieces take some and leave the others. All of me. I need someone that will protect me, not coddle. To shelter me, not smother. Someone that is honest, not deceitful. Someone, who will accept and understand my strengths and weaknesses, someone that will not take away my choices, regardless of how they disagree or feel he knows better. The one person, who could and would be my equal in every way, in the end, the choice was clear, has been for a while. That’s you, Spike.”
Spike’s eyes widened upon her declaration. Before he spoke, she continued,
“You have always been there. You’re a constant in my ever-changing world. For almost four years, you’ve been there. Despite, how our relationship was. Despite how I urged you with my words and fists to go, you stayed. Even the one year that you left, you still came back for a visit. Stirred thing up between everyone and left, with memorable parting words and that ever annoying smirk upon your lips,” Buffy chuckled slightly, then she continued. “When I look around me, no one knows the real me. Everyone has their thoughts, of how I should be, or what they want me to be, but never who I truly am. Strangely, the one person that I pushed away the hardest, is the only one that gives me everything I could ever want or desire, acceptance. I don’t know if any of this makes sense. Emotion filled words and I are very unmixy. All I know is that you are the man written in my Happily Ever After story. You’re my white-haired knight in a black Desoto.”
Once the echo of her voice receded, the couple’s gazes remained fixed. Attempting to break through the silence, Buffy spoke again,
“Yeah, I know. A lot of words without a witty pun can be distracting, but could you say something Spike. You…speechless…kinda scary.”
Spike’s widened gaze still held firm upon her. Not a word passed from his lips. Buffy started the shift again, from his silence and unwavering gaze. Feeling slightly defeated Buffy spoke once more,
“Well, I’ve spoken my piece. I’m just going to leave now and…”
Before Buffy could finish her words, Spike was on her. With unbridled passion, his mouth plundered hers. Lips, teeth and tongue delved, savored and feasted. Instantly, Buffy returned his fierce, but undeniable hunger. One of Spike’s eager hands wound into Buffy’s flaxen tresses, the other, skated along her body. Thousands of her nerve-endings danced, as he explored her heated form.
Buffy’s one hand grasped his neck, while his mouth bestowed torturous pleasure upon hers. Her other hand eagerly returned to his chest. Her nimble fingers traced random patterns upon his alabaster flesh. Spike’s once flat nipples rose to meet her fingers. Curling her fingers slightly, with teasing nails, she began dragging them across the hardening peaks. A deep rumble from Spike’s chest, urged her to continue her tedious assault.
He began to descend the column of her throat, once his mouth left hers. With silent permission and acceptance, Buffy tilted her head to grant him further access. Spike bestowed mind-numbing pleasure with blunt-teeth nips and lavish licks Buffy’s mews resounded through the room.
Once Spike reached the crux where her shoulder met her neck, he pulled aside the barrier of fabric to expose her flesh. In an instant, he placed an enthusiastic bite upon her skin. Buffy’s breath caught within her throat, from the sheer bliss she felt. As he continued to tease her flesh, Spike’s senses were on overload. From the sweet sounds that she made, the pounding of her heart, her eager hands upon him, and the renewed scent of her pleasure wafting throughout the room.
His deft hands moved downward simultaneously, to grasp the fabric of her shirt. With an animalistic tug, buttons burst apart, exposing her heaving chest to his hungry gaze. Spike removed his mouth from hers, to witness the beautiful flesh that was exposed. Trapped within the crimson silk, Buffy’s mounds held stiffened peaks, which begged for his mouth. Spike did not disappoint, his mouth latched onto one clothed nipple. His skillful fingers attended to the other stiffened peak.
Buffy’s nails scratched his scalp, while she fisted his bleached locks. Spike reveled in her attentions. Buffy’s head bowed back, while he continued his assault. His mouth and hands skillfully traded places, as he continued to tease her flesh. As he went to trade once more, his talented teeth, grasped the front clasp of her bra. With a sharp tug, the fabric parted, exposing her naked flesh to his hungry gaze. With her pert mounds and dusty rose-tipped nipples exposed, Spike’s husky words fell from his parted lips,
“Buffy…you’re so bloody beautiful.”
His words, barely reached Buffy’s hazy mind. He resumed tantalizing her flesh. Spike used teeth and tongue while he feasted upon one unclothed mound. His skillful fingers plucked the pebbled nub of the other. Each touch pushed Buffy further into the realm of maddening ecstasy.
Spike lowered himself to his knees; he continued to worship the woman in his arms. His hands continued to work their magic. He trailed his mouth lower. His mouth savored the toned flesh of her abdomen. Once he reached the waist of her pants, his heated gaze rose. As if she heard his silent plea to look down, Buffy’s gaze lowered, to meet his. She watched intently while his tongue teased the edge of her jeans.
His hand moved from her breast and joined the other, which hovered by the fastening of her pants. With deft fingers, Spike released the metal button and lowered the zipper, all the while mouth teased her flesh, and gaze bore into hers. Buffy whispered, once she found her voice,
“Spike, please.”
Buffy felt a teasing smile graze her abdomen. The perimeter of her hazy field of vision, witnessed Spike place his hands upon the waist of her jeans. With tedious, slowness he lowered them. His hands followed in the wake of the material, which caused her skin to ignite. Spike pulled away from her briefly, while he removed the jeans from each foot. Buffy stood before him with only one final barrier in place, a crimson thong.
Her heady essence pervaded his senses. He was drunk with lust. With a deep intake of unneeded breath, Spike’s gaze fell upon hers once more. Buffy witnessed his onyx pupils swallowing the sparkling sapphire, until only a mere outline of blue was remaining. Simultaneously, he grasped her hips he delved into her covered sex.
Buffy’s gasp echoed throughout the crypt, while his blunt teeth nipped her. Her legs became weak. The only way she remained upright was his inhuman grip. Spike continued to tease. He added his skillful tongue. It lapped upon the exposed flesh, between her core and inner thigh. Buffy’s legs shook with bliss. Before her legs buckled, in a flurry of inhuman speed, he hooked his arms under her thighs. He lifted her and placed her on the edge of the sarcophagus. The chilly stone felt pleasant upon her heated flesh.
Spike lowered himself once more in front of her. His gaze held firm while he placed her legs upon his shoulders. Buffy’s legs, now splayed, offered Spike an unobstructed path. Buffy propped herself up, as she intently watched Spike lavish her inner thighs with nips and long licks. With a whispered plea, Buffy's voice filled the air,
“Please…Spike…please.”
Upon her request, Spike’s demon roared forward. Lightening-quick, his fang pierced the satin. With a jerk, he tore the fabric from her body, exposing her glistening core to the chilly air and his heated gaze. He raised his head up.Buffy noticed the crimson thong which now hung by one sharp fang. A feral grin stretched across Spike’s lips. His brows wiggled teasingly, before his demon receded, which caused the scrap to fall to the floor. Buffy’s reaction, of a delighted giggle, reached his sensitive ears. Spike looked upon the woman spread before him. With a low growl he spoke,
“That sound is almost as sweet as this one…” Instantly, his mouth was upon her sex. Buffy’s immediate response was incoherent words trapped among her moan.
“Nahh…Spi…ahh…”
Spike’s talented tongue lapped upon her feminine folds. Tantalizing sweeps ascended and descended upon her core. Spike avoided the tiny pearl that pulsated, as it begged for attention. With one hand Buffy supported her body, she weaved her other through his locks. She held him firm, while her hips rolled slowly. Upon the next ascent, Spike pointed his tongue, and tapped the swelled nub. Buffy’s hips bucked in response. She was so close. Skillfully, he had her hovering upon the brink of ecstasy without giving her, the much needed and desired release she craved.
Spike knew her climax was close. He could hear her heart increase in tempo. Her breathing became shallow. He opened his mouth slightly, and sucked her clit into his mouth. Once trapped within, he placed the sensitive nub between his front teeth and nipped. In an instant, Buffy screamed her release. Her body shook, while her climax blazed through each nerve ending. As a man dying of thirst, Spike captured ever drop of her sweet nectar.
Relentlessly, Spike continued to bestow pleasure upon her. Quickly following her first orgasm, the second began. Buffy’s hand dropped from his head, while she sought purchase behind her. Buffy thought her brain might short-circuit from the pain and pleasure, but to her immense satisfaction, he continued. Spike hand glided across her damp skin. He teased each breast, with skillful tugs, which brought her on the brink of her third climax.
As she hovered upon the edge, Spike pulled his mouth away and stood. Before she could mew her displeasure, his lips were on hers. Similar to her core, he explored her mouth with equal vigor. Buffy tasted herself on his tongue.
While he feasted upon her lips, Spike finished unfastening his jeans. Buffy pulled herself forward, and aided him. Buffy’s hungry mouth broke from his. She lavished his cool flesh with licks and nips, as she pulled his jeans downward. Once she could no longer reach, she hooked her heels into the waist, to complete the task.
Buffy removed her mouth from his flesh. Her gaze drank in the perfection that was Spike. His muscles rippled under his almost flawless alabaster skin. Her gaze continued downward. Her eyes followed the faint trail of brown hair, which revealed the most magnificent cock she had ever seen.
Nestled among a thatch of brown hair, jutted forward, a ten-inch column of flesh encased steel. The belled head was slightly tinged purple, which held a pearl of pre-cum. Buffy’s pink tongue darted out, sweeping over her kiss battered lips, while she continued her appraisal.
Spike stilled as Buffy continued her assessment of him. His resolved weakened considerably when her tongue came into play. Spike envisioned this talented muscle, stroking his cock. His cock pulsed with anticipation, which seemed to halt Buffy’s appraisal. With a crooked finger and a sexy smile, she beckoned him forward.
Spike stepped out of his jeans. Kicking them aside, in one-step he was back within the cradle of her thighs. His cock nudged the entrance of her core, but he did not push forward.
Their gazes remained fixed. All the emotions felt between them without a word spoken. Spike hands framed her face, while his thumbs tenderly stroked her flesh. Endless moments passed before Spike spoke,
“I love you Buffy. With all of my being, and all that I am, I love you.” Buffy’s eyes welled with tears, her voice spilled from her lips,
“Spike…” Before she could finish, he added,
“I know that you don’t love me. All I ask of you now is to give me a place within your heart and the chance, that maybe, one day you could return those words to me.”
“That I can promise you, thank you Spike,” Buffy whispered, while a few tears fell. Spike captured them with his thumb. He collected her sadness and wiped it away.
“No, thank you,” Spike murmured, he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss upon her lips. Within moments, passion ignited anew. Spike’s hands left her face, to trace the contours of her body. Buffy’s once idle hands, followed suit. Buffy raised her legs from the stone, and hooked her ankles on the backs of his upper thighs.
Her essence coated the tip of his cock with silky heat. Spike harnessed his desire to plunge forward into her welcoming core. He waited for her acceptance. Acceptance when she pulled him to her, her nails lightly scoring his flesh. Buffy then pulled her mouth from his and her voice begged,
“Spike…please.”
His hips slowly rolled forward. He gradually entered her core. Once the head breached the threshold of her fiery depths, it triggered her third climax. Her inner feminine walls pulsated, and tightened around his cock fiercely seizing him. Spike’s jaw clenched, trying to stave off his release. Once the flutter began to recede, Spike’s hips continued forward. With several inches to go, Spike grabbed her hips and surged forward until full seated.. Buffy’s mouth and gaze widened, while she mewed her pleasure,
“Oh God! Mm…ah…yes!”
Spike set his pace, with slow withdrawals and entries. Within moments, Buffy’s hips mirrored his tempo. During this tedious, mind-bending pace, Spike growled words continued to add to her pleasure,
“Buffy…so hot…so tight…bloody perfect you are. Come for me, my sweetheart.”
Upon his words, Spike’s thumb pushed upon her clit, which triggered another earth-shattering orgasm. His pace increased in tempo, as he drew out her climax. Spike gently lowered her spent form upon the stone. His hips maintained their movement. This new position caused Buffy to shudder. With each entrance and withdrawal, his cock hit her clit. Her eyes slammed shut from the blissful assault, mouth parted, breathing and heartbeat increased. Spike leaned forward. He continued to lavish attention upon her flesh with his skillful mouth.
When Spike could feel her insides flutter with another impending climax, he gathered her in his arms and pulled her forward. Despite her mindless state, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist. In an instant, he pulled her tightly to him. All that held her steady and upright, was his strong arms and his cock. With a shout, she climaxed once more. Spike growled into her throat, as her fiery spendings doused his flesh.
Spike stalked forward with adept strides. In moments, he stood before his chair. Deftly he turned them and lowered himself upon the cushion. Once he sat, this new angle, impaled Buffy further on his cock.
“Spike…uhh…so good…mmm…you feel so good…” Spike’s eyes slammed shut. He struggled to keep his release at bay. This became increasing difficult with every side of her core stroking his cock, her words of praise, just her mere presence.
Spike opened his eyes. His gaze fixed upon hers, a growled response fell from his lips,
“Now it’s your turn. Show me how those slayer muscles really work.”
With a quirk of her eyebrow, she accepted his challenge with constriction of her feminine walls. Immediately, Spike’s eyes rolled upward, in intense bliss.
“Bloody hell!”
Spike growled through clenched teeth. Buffy reveled in his reaction, and repeated it once more. His reaction was the same, but intensified. This time, no words passed his lips, only a growl resounded through the crypt.
“What’s wrong Spike? It couldn’t be this…” squeeze, “could it?” Buffy asked. Mirth laced her words.
“Buffy…please…I won’t last if you keep doing that,” Spike pleaded.
“Fine, I won’t do…” squeeze, “anymore.” Spike roared. He grabbed Buffy’s hips. With one forceful thrust, he bucked upwards. Immediately, the mirth that filled her features disappeared, replaced by the expression of sheer ecstasy.
Buffy placed her hands upon his shoulders. She continued the once intense pace. Spike could feel himself on the verge of his climax. His demon visage slid forward. Once Buffy noticed, she slowed her pace, to gentle roll of her hips. Her gaze fixed upon Spike.
Nervousness filled him. He thought that she would find him a revolting demon, punch him in the nose and flee. What she did next amazed him. Buffy cupped his face with her hands. With a tender exploration, her fingers glided across his features. She placed feather-like caresses on his brow, tracing his scar. Her fingers descended, as she traced his sculpted cheekbones. They then danced across his lips, which parted to expose his fangs. The tip ran down the sharpened canine. Spike shuddered from her tender attentions.
Buffy leaned forward and passionately kissed him. She ran her tongue over one fang. The sharpened canine nicked her tongue. Skillfully, she moved her tongue within his mouth, leaving traces of blood in her wake. Spike savored everything, her mouth, her body, her acceptance.
Spike intensified the kiss and the movements of their coupling. Buffy broke from his mouth to continue the cadence she once had. Their gazes met, as their movements continued. The moment Spike witnessed her complete acceptance. He sat forward, clutched her him, as he slowly descended his fangs into the unmarred column of her throat.
With the dual penetrations of cock and fangs, Buffy's final climax rocked through her, far surpassing any orgasm before. Stars burst before her eyes, limbs tingled, she felt weightless, and a silent scream became trapped within her throat.
Spike’s release followed immediately. Buffy’s core wrung his spendings from his cock, while her blood coated his throat. His mind became blank. All that existed was the majestic woman who had bestowed him with the ultimate gift…her trust.
Gently, Spike extracted his fangs from her throat. His tongue lavished long licks, while he cleared the area of any remnants of blood and to close the twin punctured marks. Spike’s demon visage slid away, before he begrudgingly extracted himself from her throat. Buffy’s hips rolled once more, then stilled. Her gaze met his. Mirrored pleasured smiles graced their lips. After several moments, Spike’s voice filled the comfortable silence between them,
“That was…”
“Amazing…” Buffy finished.
Buffy leaned forward, placing a tender kiss upon his lips. Instantly, Spike’s cock hardened and lengthened within her core, once more, Buffy’s eyes widened and rolled slightly from his renewed erection.
“Again? Already?” Buffy asked incredulously.
“Oh course. It’s a combination of things. One, a vampire’s recovery period… is nil.” Spike swirled and lifted his hips to accentuate his point. Buffy’s eyes rolled once more. “Second, the sweet ambrosia of your blood is an aphrodisiac.” Swirl and lift. “Third, and the most important thing, is the extraordinary woman sitting astride my lap. That fact alone, will keep me in a perpetual state of arousal,” Spike purred. His hips continued to swirl and lift.
Consumed with desire, for a brief moment Buffy found her voice and spoke,
“Spike, don’t tell me…show me.”
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Well this is the end kiddies! I hope that everyone has enjoyed my tale. Thanks again to Sanityfair, for without her my stories wouldn't be worth the screen they're upon.
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