Part Three.....
Spike pushed Buffy against the wall, pin-
ning her with his body pressed intimately
against hers. Bending his head, he nuzzled
the satin of her cheek with airy kisses.
"Baby," he whispered in her ear, "Don't you
remember how good it was...the times we'd
make love for hours and hours."
"Stop it," she said, her voice so weak and breathy
that even SHE didn't take herself seriously. "I...I
don't want..."
"Yes, you do," he insisted, biting gently on her
ear lobe. "You want me just as badly as I want
you. We can't hide that from each other. We never
could."
Buffy closed her eyes and turned her face away. "No,
you're wrong..."
Spike just smiled, amused at her efforts to make him
think she was indifferent to his touch.
"I'm not wrong," he said. Cupping her face in his hands,
he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. "Right from the
beginning, from the second I saw you, I knew I had
to have you...that you were for me." His lips strayed
across the side of her face. "You're so beautiful, baby,"
he murmured. "My beautiful little slayer...that's what
you are."
Her resistance was fading fast, but she fought
to hold on to it. "Stop...I mean it..."
"Shh," he scolded her. "Don't talk. Just feel how
much I want you...and your body will tell you what
it wants...what it needs..."
Before she could say anything more, he kissed
her, projecting everything he felt for her...the love,
and the lust, and the need...into his touch.
Buffy knew then that she was lost. No matter what
he may have been wrong about, he was right
about this. Their passion for each other was a
constant blaze, burning through them like an out
of control forest fire.
Her hands slid up the front of his shirt, fingers
grasping the material as she pulled him even
closer. Her head tilted back and she made a
soft, incomprehensible sound as her lips parted
beneath his.
"That's right," he said softly. "That's my girl. God,
I love those little sounds you make when you're
hot for me."
"I hate you," she whimpered.
"Mmm...hate me some more."
Spike moved his hands down her back, tug-
ging on the fabric of her blouse until it
separated from her jeans. Slipping his hands
beneath it, he caressed the smooth skin of
her back.
With their mouths still joined, Buffy's arms
crept up around his neck. He picked her up
and carried her to the sofa, sitting down with
her in his lap.
Tilting her back over his arm, he moved his
mouth down the vulnerable flesh of her throat,
his tongue touching the faint scar that marked
her as his.
"I'd almost forgotten how lovely you are," he
said. "How warm and soft...oh, and you smell
so damn good."
He lifted one hand and stroked her hair, taking
a handful of it and wrapping it around his
fist.
"Your hair is longer, too." He rubbed his cheek
against it. "So silky and soft...I love it. Don't ever
cut it, okay? Will you do that for me, baby?"
Buffy nodded. "If you want me to. Spike...."
"What, bright eyes?"
"It's been so long." Her voice was soft and im-
ploring. "Make love to me."
"I will." He smiled, pulling back to look into her
eyes. "You're mine, Buffy," he said firmly. You
belong to me. Say it."
"Spike...."
"Say it!" he repeated, more urgently. "Say that
you're mine!"
"I am," she whispered fiercely. "I'm yours. You
know it."
Sitting up straight, he jerked her closer. "Did you let
that boy touch you like this?"
Buffy swallowed hard. "Like...like this?"
Spike kissed her throat, lingering in the soft hollow
at it's base. "Did he touch your bare skin...did he
kiss it?"
She shook her head. "No...we only went out twice."
He laughed harshly. "So what?" he scoffed. "I wanted
you the minute I saw you. I would have tried."
Buffy smiled, stroking his cheek. "Well, you're rash
and impulsive."
"No," he corrected her. "I just know what I want." His
tongue traced the rim of her ear. "And if I thought
that he had touched you...that ANY other man had
touched you, seen you like this..."
"Stop," Buffy said, forcing him to look at her. "He
didn't. No one else has. There's only you." She
kissed him, long and hard. "Now, take me upstairs!"
Delighted at her demanding tone, he stood up,
bouncing her in his arms and laughing when she
yelped.
"I'll take you upstairs," he said. "And downstairs...and
ON the stairs."
He carried her across the room and up the stair-
case, still listing all the places he would ' take '
her.
"On the dining room table...the carpet in front of
the fireplace...the back porch swing...the laundry
room...."
"The LAUNDRY room?"
"In the moonlight, out by the rosebushes..."
"Ouch!"
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Spike set her on her feet next to the bed. He
placed his hands on her waist and spun her
until she was facing away from him, then
reached for the hem of her shirt and began
to tug it up and over her head.
Her skin was lightly tanned, with a faint
blush of color. It's texture and scent, com-
bined with it's delicious living warmth, made
him even harder than he already was.
Gathering her hair, he laid it to one side and
kissed the curve of her shoulder, drawing a
wet line with his tongue. He could see the
goosebumps rise on the back of her neck as
his hands slid down her arms.
Slowly drawing out the motions, he popped open
the snap of her jeans, then moved the zipper
down.
She reached for the waistband, trying to
push her pants down faster,but he stopped
her with a light slap on her hands. "Ah, ah,
ah...good things come to patient little girls."
Lowering her hands, she released a sound
that let him know how she felt about being
patient at this particular moment.
He ignored it. "First things first," he said
teasingly. He fingered the lace straps of
her bra. "This is pretty. Red is definitely
your color, darling."
She tilted her head back to look at him. "Wait
until you see my panties," she said, licking
her lips.
His lust ratcheted up another notch. "I'll get
there," he said, as his hands moved around
front to find the clasp of her bra. "This is
almost too pretty to take off."
Buffy was about to protest when she felt
him twist the clasp and pull the straps
down her arms.
Filling his hands with her lush curves, he
grinned at her. "I said 'almost'."
Her eyes drifted closed as he began to
fondle her in the familiar ways that she'd
missed so much. Spike knew every inch
of her body, all the ways she liked to
be touched and teased.
He squeezed her breasts gently, cup-
ping them from beneath and lifting them
slightly as his thumbs swept back and
forth over the tight peaks.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked
needlessly when he heard her breathing
escalate.
Buffy nodded, arching her back and forcing
herself more fully into his waiting hands. "I
love that...and you know it."
He chuckled. "I know...but you like it when I
ask, too."
This was true. Bedroom talk drove her crazy,
and Spike was fluent in it.
"They're so warm and soft...except here." His
fingertips touched her nipples. "Here, they're
very firm." He turned her in his arms, smiling
at her. "Can I kiss them?"
Buffy shrugged, as though it didn't matter one
way or the other. "I suppose so," she said,
knowing there was no way in hell she was going
to let him go anywhere until he did.
Bending his head, he placed a gentle kiss on
each rose colored tip, parting his lips slightly.
Closing his eyes, he rubbed his cheek against
her. "I want to taste them, too." He extended
his tongue and drew damp circles on her skin.
Buffy raised her hands and twined her fingers
in his hair, guiding his mouth where she wanted
it to go.
He kissed and licked every inch of both her
breasts. Only when he sensed her impatience
getting ready to spill over did he open his mouth
and take her in. He suckled, alternating the
pressure from light and barely there, to hungry
and hard.
Her head dropped back, and she stared sight-
lessly at the ceiling, wondering how she had
managed to exist for over a year without this
man.
**I'm really gonna punish him for that...later**
He pulled away suddenly, startling her out of
the half swoon she was falling into. Too
impatient to work the buttons, he simply pulled
his shirt open, letting them pop off and
scatter around the room.
Buffy's eyes moved down as he yanked his sweater
off and tossed it to one side. Those pants he had on
didn't hide anything, announcing quite clearly that
this was a fully aroused man.
Spike saw where she was looking and pushed
his hips forward a little, showing off for her as
he unbuckled his belt.
As he shoved the tight material down, Buffy
had to smile, remembering his aversion to
undergarments of any kind.
"What's funny, honey?" he asked, as he toed
off his boots.
"Absolutely nothing," she replied, touching
her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.
Spike kicked his trousers off and reached
for her. "Come here, then," he demanded,
sliding his arm around her waist. "Baby needs
tending to."
Baby couldn't take her eyes off the hard
length extending straight out from his body. It
was so blatantly male, so totally sexual, that
she felt her own body react, preparing itself
for what was about to happen.
Tightening his arm around her, Spike lifted
her clear off her feet and walked her back-
wards until she felt the edge of the bed
against the back of her legs.
He let go of her then, dropping her down on
the mattress, making her laugh with the
pure happiness of knowing that her man was
home, that her world would soon be set right.
Kneeling in front of her, Spike slipped her
sandals off and kissed the instep of each
little foot, then tugged the tight denim down
her thighs, tossing the jeans to one side.
The promised treat of seeing her under-
pants was all she'd implied it would be, a
confection of scarlet lace, with tiny satin
ribbons holding them closed on her hips.
After looking his fill, he met her gaze with
his. "I'm going to buy you more of those," he
vowed.
Lowering his head, he kissed the inside of
her thighs, stopping her again when she
reached to undo her panties.
"Don't you dare," he said, pushing her
hands away. "No one else touches."
"Not even me?" Buffy laughed.
"Not even you." He took hold of the
ribbons and pulled until they separated,
showing him her most private place.
Lifting the scrap of red fabric to his face,
he took in the scent that lingered on
it, smiling when he felt their dampness.
"Mmm...I'd know that scent anywhere. You
could be in a room with a hundred other women
and I could find you with my eyes closed."
His words brought a fresh rush of moisture be-
tween her legs. The thought of him doing that,
of picking up her scent and hunting her down,
ignoring any other woman who approached him,
snarling at any man who stood in his way, was
incredibly erotic. It reminded her that, beyond
the trappings of humanity and restraints of
civilization, they were still animals with primitive
instincts.
Buffy's eyes opened wide when she felt his
hands on her knees, urging her to part them
wider for him.
His mouth followed the trail of his fingers
as they mapped familiar territory up her
inner thighs, until he reached the neatly
trimmed curls that guarded the entrance to
his little piece of heaven.
As he kissed and nuzzled her, he reached
for her hand and held it tightly, their fingers
lacing together.
When she let out a soft cry and lifted her
hips, he sat up, bringing her hand down to
his steel hard erection. She wrapped her
little fingers around him and squeezed, smooth-
ing with her thumb the drop of semen that
leaked out.
With a harsh grunt, he pushed her hand away
and crouched between her thighs.
"I've gotta be in you now, baby," he rasped. "Can't
wait...gotta feel you take me in...hold me tight...tell
me I'm home..."
Her eyes were soft with emotion. "Come inside,
love," she said, holding out her arms. "You're
home...you finally came home."
Spike fell into her embrace, stretching his body
out on top of hers, supporting his weight on
his forearms. He found her mouth with his,
plundering it with his tongue, as he moved one
hand down between them and positioned himself
for penetration.
Her heat and wetness nearly undid him, but he
managed to retain control and began to push
forward with his hips, easing in a little at a time.
Buffy tried not to flinch. Her body had done all
it could to ready itself for his invasion of it, but
it had still been over a year, and she felt almost
virginally tight.
A fact which her lover was enjoying immensely.
"Buffy...oh, yes...so tight...so sweet...ah, my
little girl...such a little girl..."
Gradually, her body adjusted, allowing her
to relax as he began to thrust, slowly at
first, then faster...harder...until they were both
mindlessly caught up in the rythmn of love
and lust.
It didn't last...it couldn't. They had been too long
apart. Later, there would time to take it slow,
to linger over it.
"Baby..." Spike said, "open your eyes...that's
my girl...keep them open, look at me...when
you come..."
"Spike..." she whined. "Oh...I...I need to..."
"I know what you need, baby," he said, staring
into her grass green eyes. "I'm gonna help you
do it...are you close...oh, yeah, you are...I
can tell...do it for me, baby...come hard...scream
my name...tell the world that I'm making you
come...now, baby...now...."
Planting her feet flat on the bed, Buffy raised her
hips one final time....and screamed his name...
TBC...
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