CHAPTER FOUR

Spike pulled away from Buffy in shock at her words. He couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard. Just the day before he’d barely existed because of her absence and now she lay before him, offering him everything he’d ever desired.

With a trembling hand Spike stroked Buffy’s face. “You’re sure?”

Buffy looked at the man before her, filling her eyes with the depth of her feelings for him as she gently stroked his cheek unintentionally mirroring his own actions. She had no doubts that she wanted this man, this vampire, and more importantly she knew she loved him. Now she had only to face her fears about sharing those feelings.

She knew exactly why she was afraid. Ever since Angelus had thrown her love for Angel back in her face she had been terrified of ever feeling that vulnerable and rejected again. And then when even soul-ful Angel left her, she’d been afraid not only to feel but to let anyone else see the depth of her emotions. If her feelings didn’t run deep she couldn’t be hurt. It was the main reason she’d entered into a relationship with Riley and why that relationship hadn’t worked.

Buffy had never really loved Riley. She’d loved the idea of normal that he represented, and it was what everyone had seemed to want for her. Never had she taken the time to consider what she wanted and needed. She wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

Buffy made her decision. She loved and wanted Spike. She wasn’t going to let her fears keep her from a chance at happiness. Something told her that he would never leave. He would grab onto her love and give it back a hundredfold.

“I loved you, even before my death. But I was so afraid. Afraid that even though you said you loved me you would leave. Afraid my friends would reject me. I’m not afraid anymore. I love you, and if forever is what you want, then forever it is.”

If Spike had needed to breath he would have been breathless at her words and the look of love shining from her eyes. She loved him. She loved him. He couldn’t form words, so instead he pulled her into his arms and devoured her mouth with hungry kisses.

Long moments later they broke the kiss so Buffy could catch her breath. Spike pulled away and looked into the depths of her hazel eyes. She amazed him. Not even twenty-four hours out of the grave and she’d given him her heart. He knew her fears because they were also his, and he swore to himself that he would never give her cause to regret her choice.

“Buffy. Pet, love you so much. Promise you’ll never regret this.”

Buffy smiled up at him and then shivered. As they’d talked and kissed the water had grown cold.

“Brr, this water is freezing,” Buffy complained as she ran her hand through her hair, “and I still haven’t washed my hair. Ugh!”

Spike laughed. That was his girl. Only Buffy could worry about the state of her hair as they were making declarations of eternal love to each other. “No worries, sweetling,” Spike said as he pulled the stopper for the tub. He then reached for the handheld showerhead, adjusted the water temperature and began to wash Buffy’s hair.

As the warm water cascaded over her, Buffy moaned in pleasure at the heat. “Feels lovely.”

Spike smiled and reached for the shampoo sitting next to him on the edge of the tub. After thoroughly wetting her hair he replaced the showerhead and began to massage shampoo into her scalp.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered as he used one hand to shield her eyes from stray suds. As soon as he finished he reached for the conditioner and began to gently comb it through her golden tresses with his fingers, eliciting kitten-like mewls from Buffy. Finally he rinsed her hair wrapped her in a towel, and pulled her from the tub.

After drying her body he used a second towel to gently rub her long locks dry he carried her into the room and laid her naked on the middle of the room’s queen size bed. Spike sucked in an unneeded breath at the beauty of the woman lying before him. He trailed his eyes down her body taking in her golden hair splayed out around her head like a halo. Next his gaze traveled to her perfect, rose-tipped breasts. He ached to touch them, but first he wanted to take in the sight of his golden goddess displayed before him. Finally his eyes traveled to the dark curls hiding her mound.

“Beautiful,” he said.

Buffy could no longer stand it. The way his eyes raked across her caused a rush of wetness to her sex. She reached one hand up beckoning. “Please, need you.”

Spike smirked, not quite ready to join Buffy on the bed. He’d waited so long for this and he wanted it to last. He pulled his black t-shirt over his head, exposing his well-defined alabaster chest and abdomen. He then splayed his fingers across his chest and moved his hand slowly across his chiseled abs to the button on his jeans.

It was Buffy’s turn to be breathless. She was aching with desire for Spike’s touch, and he was tormenting her with his slow striptease. Buffy smirked in turn, deciding two could play at that game. She brought her hands up to cup her breasts and began to roll her nipples between two fingers, bringing them to diamond-hard points. Then she slowly trailed one hand down her abdomen to the top of the curls hiding her sex and began to gently circle her clit with one finger.

Spike was almost panting at the sight of Buffy pleasuring herself. He was no longer interested in dragging out the removal of his own clothes. Within seconds he’d removed his boots and jeans and slowly began to stroke his cock as he watched Buffy touch herself.

Buffy moaned at the sight of Spike naked and ready before her, with his cock jutting out from the nest of dark curls at the juncture of his thighs. She quickly moved to her knees and crawled toward the edge of the bed where Spike stood. Gently she traced her hands down his arms and leaned forward, taking first one flat male nipple in her mouth and then the other, alternately licking, sucking and nipping them with her teeth.

Spike groaned in response to the feel of her mouth on his nipples. Before he could get used to the sensations she was causing by her attentions to his nipples she began to nip and lick a path down his chest and abdomen. Buffy moved to sit on the edge of the bed, drawing Spike between her legs.

She gave him a coy look from under her lashes just as she took the tip of his cock in her mouth. Buffy circled the belled head with the tip of her tongue and then ran it along the slit, sucking in the drop of pre-cum pearled on the tip. As she laved the tip of his cock with her tongue she took the rest into her hand and began a firm, steady rhythm.

Spike struggled to control his reaction to Buffy’s mouth and hand. He didn’t want to cum before they’d even started. Buffy smirked around the cock in her mouth as she noticed the tightening of Spike’s jaw. She’d never really enjoyed performing oral sex on Riley, but as she watched Spike react to her ministrations she felt an incredible sense of feminine pride and power shoot through her, that she was able to reduce such a powerful creature to a puddle of need.

Buffy moved both hands and grabbed Spike’s ass as she took him fully into her mouth. Unwittingly he moved his hands to her head and laced his fingers through her hair as he slowly began to fuck her mouth. Buffy moaned in response and twirled her tongue around his cock. Her reaction to his slow thrusting caused him to pick up speed slightly.

Buffy moaned and swallowed, loving the feel of making love to Spike with her mouth. She brought one hand around to cup his balls and began to roll them between her fingers.

At the feel of both her mouth and hand working him Spike began to babble his appreciation for her efforts. “Oh pet – feels so good – love your hot mouth on my cock. Love the way you suck me.”

Buffy smiled again at his praises and increased her rhythm. She knew he was close because his balls began to tighten and his thrusting increased.

“Baby, don’t stop. ‘M gonna…” Spike was unable to complete the thought as he suddenly began to cum thick streams down Buffy’s throat. She responded eagerly, swallowing everything he had to offer. Then she pulled back, first licking his cock clean and then her own lips.

“Delicious,” she stated with a huge smile on her face.

Spike dropped to his knees and pulled Buffy into a heated kiss, tasting himself on her lips. Slowly he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, stopping at her pulsing jugular to suck and nip the skin with his human teeth. He continued sucking and licking down her breast, taking one perfect nipple into his mouth. Slowly he traced the nipple with the tip of his tongue, teasing it to an aching hardness. Then he alternated between slow tantalizing circles with his tongue and soft bites. Buffy moaned in need, causing him to move his attention to her other breast.

Buffy clasped his head to her in an attempt to keep him from stopping his attentions to her breasts but Spike was having none of it. He began to trace a wet trail down her abdomen while slowly laying her back on the bed. Spike looked up at the woman spread out before him with a predatory grin on his face. He gently spread her thighs apart and placed a soft kiss at the juncture where her thigh met her sex.

Buffy mewled loudly at the feel of his mouth so close to where she desperately wanted it. Spike placed another soft kiss on her other thigh and then placed her legs over his shoulders. Buffy shuddered, knowing what Spike was about to do. Normally she might have felt shy -- Riley had only performed this act on her once or twice -- but for whatever reason lying exposed to Spike’s ravenous gaze was the most natural thing she’d ever experienced.

Spike used his hands to spread open her pussy lips and then dipped his head in and ran his tongue along her sopping cleft. Buffy nearly bucked him off at the feeling of intense pleasure caused by his cool tongue on her hot sex. It was Buffy’s turn to babble unintelligibly as Spike worked her with his mouth and hands. She thrashed her head back and forth on the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

“Please, Spike…I need…” she cried out.

Spike smiled against her sex, “Tell me what you need?”

“Oh god,” she exclaimed, barely able to form coherent thoughts.

“Tell Spike what you need, kitten, and I’ll give it to you.”

The feel of Spike’s breath on her hot, wet sex was driving her mindless with need, and he wasn’t even touching her. “Please…”

“Please what, baby?” Spike questioned. “I don’t know what to do unless you tell me,” he said, refusing to touch her until she told him what she wanted.

“Oh god! Please suck my clit!” She screamed, bucking her mound into his face.

Spike smiled. “Your wish is my command.” He then spread her open again, exposing her erect clit. First he slowly circled it with his tongue, causing Buffy to buck and whimper in need. Then he took her clit in his mouth and began to alternate between sucking and gently biting it with his human teeth. Spike then thrust two fingers into Buffy’s sodden pussy, establishing a hard and fast rhythm, quickly bringing the girl writhing against his face to a shuddering orgasm with her screaming his name as she came.

Spike softly lapped her pussy, bringing her down from the most incredible orgasm she’d ever felt. Buffy felt the stirring of need swirling in her stomach again. “Please, Spike. Need to feel you. Need to feel you inside.”

Spike stood and moved both himself and Buffy further back on the bed. Slowly he ran his hands down her body with a feather light touch. Buffy felt as if she was on fire everywhere his fingers grazed her body.

“Please. Fuck me,” she begged, spreading her legs to create a cradle for his hips.

Spike fitted himself between her thighs, and she reached for his cock, guiding him to her entrance. He settled above her on his forearms and slowly thrust inside. Once he was fully seated he rested his forehead against hers, allowing her to get used to his size. After a moment Buffy thrust her hips upward, locking her ankles high on his back, pulling him deeper within her. Soon she and Spike were meeting each other thrust for thrust, establishing a frenzied pace.

“Feel so good, kitten. Love the way your pussy feels. So hot, wet,” he mumbled as he continued to thrust within her. He felt like her heat was burning him from the inside out. Spike could feel his own orgasm approaching and he reined in his demon. He wanted to claim the woman writhing beneath him but he knew that despite their words tonight it was too soon. But he also knew that it would happen; he just had to be patient.

Buffy could barely form words for the feelings Spike was creating within her. All she could do was mewl and chant his name over and over, “Spike, Spike, Spike.” He moved his hand between them and began to massage her clit roughly. As soon as he began to manipulate her clit she was thrown over the edge into her orgasm, causing her internal muscles to contract around Spike’s cock, sending him over the edge as well.

Spike stilled and -- rather than crushing Buffy beneath him -- he rolled them so she was sprawled on top of him, their bodies still intimately joined. He held her close to him as he pulled back the comforter and slid them both beneath it. As he lay back against the cool pillows he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and whispered, “I love you.” Just as Buffy was about to join him in sleep she responded, “Love you, too.”