Chapter 41
Her heart was beating so fast that with her breasts flattened against his ivory chest, she wondered if he could hear it too. That thundering sound of her pulse that was excitement spiked with a hint of fear. She’d never been surer, never wanted anything more. Yet she was on the verge of entering territory that was beyond heated kisses and stolen touches.
This was it, she realised with a strange sort of clarity, willing the slight tremor in her hands to go away. Here in a faceless hotel room so far removed from home. A room that she would remember for the rest of her life.
There was no need for rose petals and candles and the sound of violins drifting in the background. All that mattered was the way Spike held her, as if he would never let her go. The way he kissed her, as if they were the only two people left in the world, suspended in a place where time didn’t exist.
And his touch. It was sparks of electricity and infinite warmth and his caresses down the length of her back were just… wait. Where had her towel disappeared to?
She pulled back to see she was only clad in a pair of black cotton panties. The towel lay discarded on the floor. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Spike drawled, his eyes dark.
She felt the impulse to cover herself but discarded it just as quickly when she caught his hungry gaze devouring every inch of her bare skin.
“You’re still wearing jeans.” With one finger, she circled the top button gleaming on the waistband. “Take them off. Now.”
At any other time she may have been hesitant about being so demanding, but the need to see him naked overruled that silly impulse.
He rolled out from underneath her and dragged the tight jeans down his legs and ah… no underwear.
“God, you’re… beautiful.” And big. But she would not say that out loud because she was sure his ego didn’t need any more of a boost.
He looked at her, dark lashes sweeping down. He seemed almost bashful as he muttered, “Am not.”
Well, maybe she’d reconsider the ego boosting. “Yes,” she countered with unwavering conviction, caressing him from the hollow of his throat down to his belly button, her hand faltering once she reached the line of dark hairs.
“You’re the one who’s…” He bit his lip. “Gorgeous. Perfect.”
She wanted to protest but then he was kneeling up and pulling her flush against his body, and holy crap, the only thing between them was her panties. And he was just… hot and pulsing and hard.
“Feels so good,” she mumbled, craning her head back to allow his questing lips access, making a decidedly womanly noise when he slipped his hands under the waistband of the black cotton to cup her ass and squeeze.
“Mmm… can’t get enough of you.”
He gave her a swift, deep kiss and pushed her onto her back. Bouncing lightly, she looked up to see his grin and laughed. Having him softly land on top of her prompted a giggle that he stole with a light kiss.
All those touches and kisses turned her into a limp noodle, yet her skin was drawing taut, burning in the wake of his hands.
God, it wasn’t nearly enough. “Spike, please.”
A conversation passed without anything being said at all. She loved that about him. That he could read her without her having to say the words out loud. Then he was pulling her panties down her legs and flinging them over his shoulder, his eyes mapping every inch of her body.
“You’re…” He gulped. “Shaved.”
She suddenly felt insecure. “Y-you don’t like it?”
“Like it?” He licked his lips. “Fuck yeah I do… just didn’t expect...” His gaze met hers, crinkling at the corners. “Is it all for me?”
She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks. “Yes. No. I do it sometimes. I… like it. Feels more hygienic to me.” Her face was positively crimson now.
His hands stroked her thighs, driving her wild despite her embarrassment. “How very practical of you.”
“Yup, that’s me… All practicality and zero sexiness.”
He tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as his hands stroked higher and higher, closer to where she wanted them the most but was too shy to ask. “If you were any more sexy, you’d blow the top of my head off.”
“Eww,” she said, smiling in spite of herself.
Still on his knees, Spike leaned down, his breath whispering against her cheek. “Close your eyes. Just for a moment,” he said, voice raspy and low.
“Why?”
“Trust me.”
God help her, she did. The sensation of being left in the dark was a bit unsettling at first but transformed into something else entirely when soft, moist kisses rained down on her skin. His tongue circled her nipple, teasing her endlessly before he drew the stiff peak into his hot mouth. Then he switched to the other, making her whimper.
“Can’t neglect the other one, can I?” There was a spark of humour in his voice that would make her want to fire off a retort at any other time. Now she just tunnelled her shaking fingers through his hair to pull him closer. With her eyes shut, everything felt… more. More intense. Unpredictable.
Then his hand was cupping her sex, his lips scalding her stomach and she could hardly think beyond ‘more, more, more’. And oh, more she got. Her eyes flew open when she felt his lips caress her… down there. She wanted to protest, draw away from such a close scrutiny but the pleasure far outweighed her modesty. She understood why he’d asked her to close her eyes now. If she could see, she would have protested. Now she was glad she’d given him her trust.
There was something so illicit about seeing him give her that wicked look as he swiped his stiffened tongue up her folds. And if seeing him do that got her hot, actually feeling it had her gulping as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
“W-what are you—?”
“Fairly obvious, isn’t it?” He kept up the barely there licks that had her arching her hips up. Then he reached up to caress her mouth with his thumb. “Lick.”
The way his eyes narrowed when she drew the digit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it sent shivers rippling over her skin.
The tip of his tongue dipped inside her as his moist thumb gently massaged her clit and oh, were there stars circling over her head or was that just her?
“What are you… is t-that your tongue?” Just how far could he reach?
Spike smirked like the devil he was, no longer teasing, but devouring her, as if she was dripping honey. It was too much. She didn’t know whether to pull away or pull him closer. Her body no longer belonged to her, muscles jerking, her skin set ablaze. And Spike…
He had no mercy.
The way he would nudge her so close to the edge then retreat. Then do the same thing over and over again until she was gasping, clutching at the sheets as if they could keep her from flying apart.
“Need more.” God, her throat felt like the Sahara. She’d get him back for this. Yeah, she would lick every inch of his—
“Do you now?” He tapped her clit with the tip of his tongue, his knuckles brushing the swollen flesh of her labia. “I don’t know. I rather like it down here. ‘S very cozy.” His eyes sparked with a wicked glint as he looked at her from beneath the fringe of his lashes. “I could get drunk on you.”
Drunk. She wanted to be too. She was ravenous for the taste of his skin. Thirsty for the way he would look at her.
His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned against her soaked flesh as though she was drenched in champagne and sprinkled with chocolate. He was everywhere all at once and she couldn’t make her brain work long enough to form words of praise when he started to suckle her swollen clit into his mouth, two of his fingers stretching her beyond ecstasy.
She was panting, her heels digging into his shoulder blades. Sounds that were supposed to be his name clawed at her throat and the tension in her belly was coiling tighter. She was flying, higher and higher, towards something explosive and then Spike growled into her flesh, his fingers curving to hit a spot she’d never known about and the shards of pleasure detonated. She was falling, her body twisting in pleasure as he held her to his unrelenting mouth, coaxing her to ride the wave of pure bliss.
“That’s it.” His fingers were still pumping inside her, slower now, bringing her back to earth.
“Ummm…” Words. Who needed them?
Spike licked her, like a cat catching the last drops of cream.
“T-that… ungh.”
“I gather you liked?” He sounded a bit smug, but what the hell. She’d let it slide this time. Mostly because her limbs wouldn’t stop twitching.
“Love the way you taste.” He crawled up her body and nuzzled her neck, pulling her into his arms as they lay on their sides. “So, changed you mind about not letting me play with your pussy.”
Ah, the way he said it, in that thick, raspy voice sparked her arousal to life again. How was that even possible? He had to be a witch. Wizard. Whatever.
“Uh huh. I liked.”
He chuckled and pressed his lips to hers, his erection hard and hot against her belly. There was a faint taste of her climax on his lips and she should have been squicked out. Instead she seduced his tongue into twining against hers and kneaded his shoulder.
Wordlessly, impressed she could even move, she pushed him onto his back.
“Buffy?”
“I want to play now.” He was spread before her, breathing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath her teasing tongue.
“What if I don’t want to play?”
“Too bad. I’m the one in charge now.” She stroked down his chest, followed the path with her lips.
“Fair enough.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
His fingers threaded into her hair. “You can do whatever you want. In fact… feel free to do anything.”
She bit his nipple then jerked up at his sudden jump, ready to apologise, feeling like an idiot for screwing up so quickly.
But he didn’t seem angry or upset. Instead he said, “Mmm… do it again.”
And so she did. Nibbling and kissing and licking, drunk on the power to have him writhing under her, gasping her name.
Her fingers encircled his length, silky smooth and thumping against her palm. Up and down. Up and down. Squeeze. Spike was panting, looking at her as if she’d hung the moon, helping her with subtle directions. She never knew it could give her such a rush. Just to give him pleasure, to make him lose control. She wasn’t ready to do the same as he’d done to her, but she knew he would never push her. So, she dipped down, inhaled the scent of his skin, kissed a circle around his belly button and a pathway up to his chest. She could spend hours just kissing him. Tasting his skin.
“Come up here. Please.”
She considered pouting and saying no, but the sight of him sent fire rushing through her veins and it was all she could do to stop herself from jumping him.
They were chest to heaving chest, eyes locked, lips fumbling to make contact.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” If she was any more ready she’d combust into little Buffy pieces. “Want you so bad,” she admitted, loving the way his hands spanned her waist.
They disentangled as he reached for his wallet, taking care of the protection.
Before she could gather her thoughts, his hips were nestling between her thighs, his gaze softer than she’d ever seen it. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”
“I know you will,” she said, her arms pulling him into her embrace.
He kissed the edge of her cheek, the tip of her nose. Their rapid breaths mingled in the space between their kiss-swollen lips as he parted her body with his. There was a fleeting flash of pain as he surged deeper, and then he was stretching her, filling her to the brink, their lips meeting blindly upon a mirrored gasp. When her body adjusted to his, she found herself an instant addict.
She hadn’t realised how utterly his she was until now. Now that he reached so deep inside her she could no longer distinguish the boundary separating their bodies. When he kissed the curve of her throat, it urged her to curl her legs higher on his hips. Just a few seconds in and she could feel herself cresting and falling, not enough to satisfy, just enough to heighten her hunger.
When her pelvis rolled to prompt him into motion, Spike started to pull out only to plunge back in. She felt as though she was getting to know him all over again. An intimate kind of knowledge. One born from feeling the muscles of his back roll under her grasping hands; the clandestine sound of their flesh colliding in a building rapture; the tremor in his fingers when he caressed the slope of her breast.
She’d never thought she could feel so close to someone and the three words never burned more to be said out loud.
Yet there was something she could sense brewing inside him, a storm whipping into frenzy when he closed his eyes and clasped her hip. His hips twisted, his hand sneaking between their bodies to rub her and she could no longer think. Could only gasp and battle his hips with hers.
*******
Spike was drowning. His flesh submerged in her scorching heat, the spasms of her inner walls pulsing against his cock when he reached between them to stroke her. Being inside her sent shivers racing down his spine. It sent his head spinning from the rush of it.
He’d gone and done it now. There was no turning back. Not from those eyes that saw everything; that could probably read every line his lips wouldn’t form. This meant something, the world. She did.
All those months ago, the moment he’d first laid eyes on her, he’d never have thought she would manage to collect the slivers of his heart and piece them back together. Never would have thought that all that heart wrenching time down the line, she could make him feel as if he was making love for the first time in his life.
He shook, squeezed his eyes shut to stem the tears that struggled to flow free. He was a ponce. A big prancing idiot who could hardly stand being touched as if he meant the world to her too, yet he craved it. He craved the way she pulled him impossibly closer to her, the way her lips caressed the thundering pulse under his skin, their limbs tangled, her hips rocking against his. He could never get enough of her. What she gave him.
It would be so easy to lose himself in her.
Except, he already had. Before she allowed him inside the temple of her body, before she’d given him her first kiss. He’d been a bloody fool not to notice.
Her hands shifted down his back to rest on his ass, urging him to plunge deeper, harder. He swallowed hard, blinking his eyes open because he couldn’t stand not seeing the desire in hers. The softness. As if she was with him entirely. Not just showing him the error of his ways, scolding him for loving her, or using him to achieve release.
It was imperative that he kiss her and he was not one to deny his instincts. She moaned, all soft and pliant, a contrast to everything he was. His missing piece.
His hips gained momentum and he’d miss her liquid heat every time he’d withdraw, his length soaked as the bed springs whined in protest.
“Spike,” she said, breath catching in her throat, her tightening flesh barely allowing him to move.
“Are you c-close again, kitten?”
She nodded, whimpering.
Swaying his hips from side to side, he pinched her clit, mumbled into her ear, “Come on my cock. Want to feel you… drenching me.”
With a gasp, she jerked, her eyes rolling back in her head, nails digging into his skin. He couldn’t take it. Not when she started spasming hard around him, trapping him inside her, massaging him into his own release. He was growling her name, drowned by the crashing waves of rapture, panting harshly against her temple as his hips continued thrusting of their own accord.
It felt like hours until he floated down to earth, sank into her arms and just… was. At peace. Hers.
She played with the hair at the back of his neck as their lips joined in a lazy kiss.
“Spike?”
“Hmm?” He purred, sucking her earlobe into his mouth and reluctantly pulling out of her body. He was already considering going for a second round in a few minutes when she bit her lip and said, “I love you.”
And just like that, his world came crashing down.
TBC
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Okay, just to warn you... THIS CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT. Yeah, I can see you there clutching your pearls and rattling off Hail Marys. ;) It's a longer chapter... think I may have gotten carried away. Well, to my defense... Oops?!
Beta'd by All4Spike... she's super helpful!! :)
Beta'd by All4Spike... she's super helpful!! :)
Chapter End Notes:
I made myself blush writing all this naughtiness, so you better tell me whether it measured up to your expectations or not. :) I tried to to make it about their feelings just as much about them bumping uglies, so hopefully, you could tell.