Chapter 27


Why couldn’t she breathe? Such a common thing. Exhale. Inhale. She did it every second of every day but now as Spike pressed wet open-mouthed kisses on her inner thigh, his long dark eyelashes fluttering against her skin as he coasted higher and higher, all she could manage were shallow bursts of air.


She was losing control.


He’d barely even touched her and here she was, a prisoner to his wicked mouth and the lustful adoration in his half-lidded eyes. Hoping she wasn’t gross but too unwilling to sound like an insecure child to ask. Unable to do anything but clutch at the bedspread, hoping it would ground her and knowing it wouldn’t.


“Stop teasing me,” she managed to say between those little moans she couldn’t keep from escaping her mouth. Was that husky rasp her voice? She’d never thought she could sound that way.


“I’m not. I’m just relishing the moment, is all.”


Finally, he traced the tip of his tongue over the smooth skin just shy of touching her folds, making the muscles in her thighs quiver with anticipation. She was just about to plead with him when Spike slipped his tongue between her soaked lips and slowly licked from bottom to top, letting out a low rumbling sigh of pleasure that reverberated all the way to her core.


“You’re delicious,” he mumbled, laying her fears to rest, and used the tip of his tongue in a way that even thinking of it was making her blush. She took in a gulp of air.


“Spike… please… you can play later but I feel like I’m going to explode if you don’t do something.”


“I am doing something,” he countered with a grin and plunged his tongue so deep inside her, goose bumps erupted on her skin. This was the single most decadent thing that had ever happened to her and she was already an addict. Addict to his every whim and every sensation of his fingertips skidding across her stomach as his tongue moved inside her.


“God! Uhh…”


“Mmm,” he moaned into her flesh and slowly slid his tongue out to trace nonsensical patterns over her fevered flesh before kissing her distended clit. “Like that?”


 “L-love it!”


She squeezed her eyes shut and she couldn’t give a damn that he looked smug because oh God, he definitely deserved every praise her scrambled brain could think of.


When she thought nothing could possibly feel better, Spike slanted his lips across her pulsing nubbin before suckling it into his mouth, his tongue flickering across her flesh in a way designed to drive her wild. She gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white and she couldn’t help but thrust her hips up to meet him halfway. The control she had over her own reactions and responses snapped, liberating her. Making her succumb.


Spike growled against her and suddenly his finger was pushing inside her, making her bite down on her lip hard enough to draw blood.


“Christ, I could spend hours drinking you in,” he whispered roughly.


Yes, please do, her mind screamed but she couldn’t make her mouth voice it because Spike was excruciatingly slowly licking her clit, another of his amazing fingers finding its way inside her. It was just enough stimulation to make her wriggle and gasp, enough to keep her on the edge but not enough to push her off. He was going to kill her.


Spike glanced up at her face every so often to gauge her responses, to learn what made her tick, what made her absolutely crazy with need. Her brows were drawn together and she could barely keep her hazy eyes open but every time she glanced down to meet his gaze, it felt as though he touched a live wire, the electricity shocking his heart into beating again.


Buffy’s skin was radiating more heat with each pass of his tongue, each slide of his fingers and he absorbed her every expression, every little sound. Just like the way her stomach would tense under his palm when he switched from gentle suckling to a few quick rubs of his tongue. Her essence was flowing into his mouth and the flavour was so heady he could easily dine on her for days.


So lost in her. He felt like a faded reflection in the mirror, her every response tumbling back to electrify his own skin, her every gasp of pleasure echoing in his own throat. She was so genuine, so uncorrupted, that all he could think of was claiming her for himself. Even more so when she untangled one hand from the sheets and hesitantly slid it into his hair.


Not demanding or forceful but tender as she scratched his scalp until he felt like purring.


When his fingers slowly increased their massaging of the muscles within her passage, she started to tremble, her belly tightening more frequently as she moved her hips in time with his movements, her heart now galloping so fast he wished he could rest his head on her chest and listen.


He could easily keep her on the precipice for hours until she was practically incoherent with the need to come but he craved her too much right now. Needed to know what it felt like to have Buffy come apart under his mouth.


He crooked the two fingers in a come hither gesture, smirking when she let out a particularly loud moan when he grazed her G-spot. She started to whisper his name and it made him even harder in his tight jeans. The torture definitely worked both ways.


Letting out a shuddering breath echoing hers, Spike suckled at her nubbin and pushed down at the swollen little spot within her walls, rubbing unrelentingly. She started panting, her thighs clamping around his ears, her eyes sliding open as she watched him with such a desperate, pleading gaze it almost made him come in his jeans.


Tongue lashing, fingers thrusting, he groaned into her hot flesh and felt her shudder right before her walls swelled around his fingers, her back arching off the mattress as she spasmed hard around him with a silent cry. He didn’t let up, keeping up the stimulation until she went limp and he slid his fingers out to lap at any stray drop he hadn’t caught.


She stroked his hair and smiled at him, her cheeks flushed as she struggled to catch her breath.


“Wowie.”


With a parting kiss to her belly, Spike climbed up her body and nuzzled her cheek. “Did you like it?”


“Couldn’t you tell?”


“A fella likes to hear it anyway.”


“It was… ugh.” She caressed the nape of his neck and pressed a kiss to his temple. And the look in her eyes… God, he wanted her to look at him like that every day.


“I think you killed half of my brain cells,” she said with a breathless laugh.


“Well, that means I still have to off the other half, don’t I?”


Buffy giggled and hooked her leg around his hip, her calf rubbing the back of his thigh. Then with a sudden frown, she pushed at his shoulders and he felt a fleeting moment of panic, thinking she was about to send him on his merry way.


“You’re still half-dressed,” she said. “I don’t think I like that.”


Spike let out a relieved laugh and rolled off her. “Are you sure you want to do more?” Gently rubbing circles on the dip above her buttocks, he said, “How’s your back feel? Still hurting?”


“The bath definitely helped. I feel hundred times better now. Gotta love the perks of Slayer healing.” Her face appeared above him, a strand of flaxen hair falling down to tickle his forehead. “I want this, Spike. Really,” she said then gave him a cheeky smile. “I can’t wait to see you all naked and yummy again.”


“Yummy, eh?”


“Good enough to eat,” she confirmed and leaned down to kiss his chest.


Bloody hell, she would be the death of him.


“You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever met. Not to mention you’ve got the most delectable quim I’ve ever tasted.”


She bit his nipple, making him hiss at the cross between pleasure and pain. How did she know it made him hot?


“Stop it, you’re going to make me blush.”


He caressed her silky back. “I love making you blush.”


“Then you should get out of those jeans.” Buffy circled his belly button with her tongue, her fingers crawling down his navel to rest at the waistband. Then she glanced up, all rosy cheeks and hesitant smile. “Can I?”


He didn’t trust himself to talk so he nodded and inhaled sharply as she unbuckled the belt then popped the top button open. The heat from her hands was already seeping through the fabric and he had to bite down on his tongue to stifle an unmanly keening noise tickling the back of his throat.


The sound of his zipper being dragged down reverberated through the silent room, making him hold his breath even though there was no need to. When Buffy’s hot little hands reached inside and pulled him out, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. This was the first time she had ever touched him like that and he wasn’t all that sure he could keep himself in check.


As soon as he forced his eyes open, he noticed the green of her irises dim with insecurity. Despite her playfulness and eagerness, Buffy was still so young and he often forgot. Forgot that she probably wouldn’t know what to do, how to touch him and now she was biting her lip, her eyes big and unsure as she tentatively caressed his length, her fingers not fully reaching around the girth. Well, he couldn’t have her doubting herself. Not when her mere touch had him bursting full to the brim with bloody awful verses of poetry he thought long buried and forgotten.


“Look at me,” he whispered and tried to reassure her with his gaze when she did. “Anything you’ll do is going to be perfect for me, yeah?”


“I just want to make you feel as good as you made me, but I… I don’t exactly know what I’m doing.”


“All I need is for you to touch me. Like this.” He wrapped his hand around her own and guided her movements. Up and down. Feeling the muscles in his neck strain as he fought to let the pent-up release take him over.


“Your skin is so soft here,” she said with a touch of awe and he let go of her hand, unable to speak for the moment as she explored him, watched him respond.


“A bit tighter.” He was immensely proud of the steadiness in his voice.


“Like this?”


“Mmm, perfect.”


Then her thumb swiped across the tip and the knots of hot white pleasure in his abdomen tightened in response. Needing to feel her, he grasped her wrist and halted her movements.


“Gotta take my kit off.”


He needed a few seconds to gather his composure, to regain control and stop acting like a teenager who never had a hand job before. But with the way her cheeks gained a rosy hue as she raked her gaze all over him as he kicked off his boots, peeled the socks and wriggled out of his jeans to stand before her naked… well, he’d be hard-pressed not to make a mess of it the second he was inside her.


She held her arms out to him and he followed eagerly, willingly, reveling in the softness of her curves molding to him as they lay down, their naked bodies pressed together. Her forehead rested against his and the feel of her skin so hot against his sent sparks running across his nerve endings.


“You interrupted me.” And damn her but she was pouting. “I was just getting into it. And you were supposed to… show me how.”


How did she expect him to not take her then and there when she said she wanted to touch him?


“Want me to tutor you, Miss Summers?”


“You make it sound so kinky,” she said, stifling a grin.


He hummed in agreement. “Why, yes, I do indeed. But it’s not going to be free, you know. I don’t just tutor lovely little Slayers like yourself out of the goodness of my heart.”


She rested her palm over his heart and smiled. “You don’t?”


And the way she looked at him, so accepting yet he felt as though she had a secret he couldn’t quite work out.


“You’ll have to pay me,” he murmured into her skin.


“What do you want?”


“I just really want you to kiss me.” He closed his eyes then peered at her with one half-lidded eye. “Well?” He puckered his lips.


She rolled her eyes, a secretive smile curving the bow of her lips and then he let his eyelids fall. Sweet and hungry, familiar yet new, kissing her was like bathing in the sunshine from which he’d been banished for over a century. Yet with Buffy kissing him like she was submerged in him, he felt as though his heart could beat. As though he could be the man he once had been, only better. He’d be everything she wanted him to be and all she needed to do was smile.


Her hands skimmed the expanse of his back and she pulled away, drawing in a breath.


“Spike?”


“Hmm?” he asked, his eyes still closed, his fingers buried in her hair that smelled of apples and something fresh and sweet that was uniquely her.


“Can I tell you something?”


Now that sounded serious, so he opened his eyes, somehow hoping he’d be able to read her thoughts in the expression on her face.


“You know you can.”


“Okay, here I go.” She let out a resolute exhale as though preparing for a battle. “I think… I think I might be falling in love with you.”


TBC

A/N: A bit of sappiness to cheer you up. :)