~Chapter Three~


They met in a passionate fury. Pleasure-filled moans fled their mouths, until with one final gasp they both went under, drowning in a sea of desire. Spikes fingers dug into her waist as he rolled her beneath him, never once breaking contact with her lips. Settling himself between her thighs, he ground his erection against her scorching heat, delighting as Buffy moaned and whimpered in response.

Spike poured everything he had into the kiss, nibbling, teasing, coaxing her lips to open fully and allow him to deepen his embrace. He groaned as Buffy drew his tongue into her heated cavern, sucking rhythmically until she pulled back gasping for air. Refusing to lose contact, Spike peppered her face with soft kisses as he whispered dark promises against her golden skin. “I won’t let you regret this, Buffy,” he said, running his tongue along her racing pulse point. “I swear I’m gonna make it so good for you.” Spike slid his hands up her smooth thighs, feeling Buffy shudder as his cool fingers traced the edges of her panties.

How could she have ever considered denying herself this? Nothing that felt this wondrous could possibly be wrong. With each firm caress Spike made her feel desired, powerful as a woman, not just as the Slayer. They fit together, lithe bodies moving in unison as they climbed to ever increasing heights of pleasure. Never before had she felt anything so incredible, so thrilling. So right.

Fisting her hands into his soft curls, Buffy pulled his mouth to hers, attacking his lips with a passion that had lain dormant for too long. Spike growled as he returned her kiss, tracing the curve of her waist with his hands until he reached the underside of her bra. Stroking his thumbs over her lace covered nipples, he groaned as Buffy arched her body towards him, seeking more of his sensuous touch. When oxygen became an issue, Spike pulled away, supporting himself on bended elbow as he studied the blonde temptress gasping for breath beneath him.

This was better than any of his wildest fantasies. There wasn’t a man alive, or undead for that matter, who didn’t get hard at the sight of a woman wearing his clothes. Spike was no exception. A sense of possession swept over him as he took in the sight of Buffy, in his bed, clad in his t-shirt with lips swollen from his kisses. Nothing could have wiped the sinful smirk from his lips as Spike lowered his head to her neck and gently nipped at her earlobe.

“Bloody hell, pet, I should have chained you up years ago!” Laughing, he deftly avoided a playful slap as Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled him to his back.

Straddling his slender hips Buffy ground her pelvis against his, eliciting a gasp from the prone vampire. A smirk to rival his own split her lips as she interlaced their fingers, bringing his hands up to rest on the pillow beside his head. Leaning down, she brushed a kiss across his soft lips. “Stay,” she said, before sitting back and reaching for his belt buckle.

Buffy was consumed by a sense of empowerment. Her previous sexual experiences could be described as vanilla at best. All gentle sighs and sweet caresses. Angel and Parker aside, Riley’s sexual repertoire consisted of two positions, and despite her efforts to encourage him otherwise, he showed no interest in broadening his horizons. Sat astride this beautiful creature, Buffy knew that Spike would be willing to teach her, and she was more than willing to learn.

“Do you trust me, Spike?” she said, slowly undoing his buckle. Buffy watched his alabaster chest heaving gulps of unnecessary air as his curious eyes fixed on her hands. Raising his hips slightly, he allowed her to pull his belt free from his jeans. “I think I deserve a little revenge, don’t you?” Buffy draped the leather around her neck and ran her hands over his flat stomach. Spike was stunned. Buffy’s blonde hair brushed against his chest as the girl of his dreams nipped and kissed her way to his lips, not stopping until the only thing separating them was their mingled breath. “Give me your hands,” she said, punctuating her request with a teasing rock of her hips.

Spike had never been so turned on in his life! He didn’t know where this little sex kitten had been hiding, but he couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for him. Hurrying to oblige, he chuckled against her lips when Buffy looped the belt around his wrists and secured them to the wrought iron bars behind his bed.

“My kitten wants to play, huh?” he asked, thrilled at the direction things were heading.

Buffy took his mouth in a bruising kiss, nipping at his full bottom lip then soothing it with a swipe of her tongue. Spike by his very nature liked to play the dominant role in the bedroom, but Buffy had taken this in a completely unexpected direction and he couldn’t deny how aroused he was.

Buffy was watching him with a predatory gleam in her eyes. She could have whipped out a stake and Spike would have dusted happy and without a fight. Leaning back on her haunches, Buffy’s fingers toyed with the bottom of the t-shirt as she ground her lace covered centre against his straining erection.

“Do you want to touch me, Spike?” she asked, raising the hem and allowing him a glimpse of her soaking wet thong.

“God, yes!” he said, groaning as the scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils. Spike pressed his aching hardness against her, desperately seeking some friction and crying out as she moved away.

“How long have you wanted me?” she asked, scooting backwards and popping the buttons on his jeans. Drawing his zip down in an agonisingly slow motion, Buffy reached in to release his throbbing manhood and wrapped her delicate hand around his cock. Buffy squeezed gently as she stroked his solid length, swiping her thumb over the pre-come that glistened at its rounded head. “How long, Spike?” she asked again, staring into his eyes as she brought the sticky fluid to her lips.

“Fuck, Buffy!” he said, panting as he watched her wrap her wet tongue around her digit, tasting him. “Forever, bloody forever!”

Spike stifled a cry as she suddenly turned from him, taunting him with her delectable ass as she bent forward to unlace his boots and pull his jeans off by the legs. Moving to kneel between his thighs, Buffy paused to admire the gorgeous naked vampire all trussed up for her to play with.

Yummy!

Spike watched transfixed as Buffy placed her hands on his knees, sliding her palms up to his thighs, she gently caressed and stroked him taking care to avoid the area most desperate for her touch. Turning her hands, she lightly scratched her nails down his pale skin, leaving tiny welts in her wake. The contrast of softness and unexpected pain was driving Spike wild. Pulling against his restraints, he arched into her touch--her name, a whispered prayer on his lips. Buffy’s eyes were clouded in lust as she moved to settle on his thighs, his cock resting hard and throbbing against her stomach.

With a sultry glance towards his eyes, Buffy rocked against his aching erection and fisted her hands in the material of the shirt. “Do you want me to take it off?” she asked, pulling it over her head at his eager nod.

Spike was panting as his eyes took in the vision before him. Even though he had undressed her last night, his mind had been focused purely on her survival and hadn’t registered the luscious curves contained within the black lace. Pleased with his reaction, Buffy reached out to toy with his nipple, lowering her head to take the hard peak into her mouth. Spike growled as she clamped her teeth around it, giving the skin a playful nip. The sounds he made went straight to her burning centre and a rush of arousal flooded her soaking wet panties.

“Fuck, pet,” he said, groaning as Buffy placed another pillow behind his head, urging him to sit up further. “What are you doing to me?”

Buffy’s answer was immediate and simple. “I’m loving you, Spike.” She ran her tongue down the column of his neck and gently scraped her blunt teeth against Drusilla’s sire mark. “I’m loving you.”

If Spike’s heart could beat, if would have burst from the joy that flooded it with her words. “Kiss me,” he said, as Buffy shifted her body once again, pressing her lips to his in a kiss filled with passion and the promise of tomorrow.

“I have a confession to make”, she said, reaching behind her to release the clasp of her bra. Spike’s mouth watered as she removed the flimsy piece of lace before wrapping her arms around his neck. “I wanted you too. I would lie in bed at night, imagining how it would feel to let you touch me.”

“Untie me, pet, and I’ll make all those dreams come true,” he said, testing his restraints.

A soft, lilting laugh filtered from Buffy’s lips as she ground her hips against his straining cock. “Bit full of yourself, aren’t you?”

Spike donned his trademark smirk as he thrust upwards, making Buffy gasp. “And you’re fixin’ to be, luv” he said, blue eyes dancing in anticipation.

The smirk slipped as Buffy placed her hands on her own stomach, slowly sliding them up to cup her breasts. Throwing her head back, she released an impassioned moan as she gently squeezed her puckered nipples.

“Did you think about this, Spike?” she asked, delighting in the sense of control she felt over him. “Did you touch yourself, imagining how I would feel...taste?”

Jesus Christ! This girl’s gonna kill me. I’m gonna dust right here and now and I couldn’t care less.

Leaning forward, Buffy brought her nipple to his mouth and gasped when Spike drew her hard flesh between his lips and sucked voraciously. Threading her fingers through his hair, Buffy held him to her breast as his raspy tongue worked over her rosy bud. Releasing her with a final lick, he moved to favour her other breast with the same treatment. Panting for air at the sensations his mouth was creating, Buffy’s juices coated her inner thighs and she wanted nothing more than to take him inside her. Summoning all her willpower, she pulled away from his sensuous mouth and nipped at his pouting bottom lip.

Spike’s reactions to her every touch filled her with the confidence to act in ways she would never have dared before. Raising her hips, Buffy broke contact with his erection and moved back to straddle his thighs. Licking her lips, she trailed her fingers down her breasts, over her stomach and into her dripping wet panties. Spike was in serious danger of hyperventilating as he watched Buffy remove her glistening fingers from her thong and bring them to his lips. The scent was intoxicating and made him harder than ever before.

Spike’s efforts to regain control before embarrassing himself like a horny teenager were very nearly cut short, as Buffy leaned in closer and whispered against his ear, “wanna taste?”

Buffy’s entire body shivered as Spike locked his eyes with hers, never once looking away as he wrapped his tongue around her wet digits, groaning as the tangy taste of her arousal flooded his senses. Time seemed to stop as Spike dedicated himself to his mission, determined to find every drop of her sweet nectar. His task complete, Buffy withdrew her fingers from his mouth, eliciting a whimper of complaint from the tethered vampire.

Spike wasn’t sure how much more of her delicious torment he could handle. Lowering her lips to his neck, Buffy kissed and nipped at his pale skin, paying particular attention to Drusilla’s bite mark. Lightly tonguing the puckered scars, she covered the mark with her lips, sucking until the skin was red and bruised. Satisfied that she had marked him, Buffy felt a sense of ownership pass through her now that his insane sire’s scar was no longer visible. Abandoning her handy-work, Buffy trailed her lips downwards; mapping his body with her mouth and tongue, discovering and exploring the places that made him moan and shiver.

Spike groaned her name as she placed soft kisses along his hip bones, stroking his thighs with her palms; she continued to avoid his straining cock. A shudder passed through him as Buffy’s warm breath whispered against his aching length.

“Buffy, please,” he said, moaning as she kissed his thighs and her fingers played with the wiry curls at his groin. Looking up at him shamelessly, Buffy’s eyes teased him as she gave him a wicked smirk.

Oh, you are so fucking perfect for me. Licking his lips, Spike’s eyes dropped to take in the swell of her breasts. So beautiful, he thought, so mine.

“Please what, Spikey?” she asked, raking her nails over his stomach.

“Fuck, Buffy, just touch me...Please, luv, I need to feel your hot little hands on my cock,” he said, groaning and pulling against his bonds, not in the least concerned that he was openly begging her.

Buffy gazed up at him; a radiant smile lit her face as she climbed up his body and pressed his throbbing erection against her stomach. Spike’s eyes closed in relief when he felt her warm grip around his cock, slowly rubbing his length as she used his pre-come to ease her movements, working him in firm, steady strokes. Spike was soon panting as Buffy reached down with her spare hand to tenderly caress his sack, throwing his head back into the pillow. Spike writhed beneath her as his hips pumped involuntarily into her grip.

Wow, whoever said power was an aphrodisiac, wasn’t lying, thought Buffy, as she squeezed his balls gently, watching him arch towards her, desperate for more. This was what had been missing from her previous relationships. Buffy felt she could relax and have fun around Spike. He was so confident in himself and unlike Angel or Riley, she didn’t need to hold back to protect his fragile ego.

Spike watched his Golden Goddess through hooded lids as she refused to break eye contact, gradually increasing her pace until he was groaning in need, frantic for release. Shuffling backwards on the bed, Buffy drew his nipple into her warm mouth before kissing a wet path down to his groin. Spike groaned as her soft hair fell in waves around her face tickling his stomach. His fingers itched to reach out and stroke her honey coloured locks, sighing in relief as he felt a bit of give in his restraints.

Buffy was the burning sun in the centre of his universe. She leant forward and dropped a soft kiss to his lips and Spike was certain that this was the closest to heaven that he would ever get. The trust shone brightly in Buffy’s eyes as she pulled back, and Spike swore to himself that he would never do anything to compromise her faith in him. Sighing in contentment, his eyes fluttered closed as Buffy’s soft breath whispered against his straining cock, but flew open as she pressed a soft kiss to his swollen head.

“Bleedin’ Christ,” he said, as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Please, don’t stop. Wanna feel you--oh, fuck! Please, sweetheart.”

“Talk to me, Spike,” she said. “Tell me what you want.” Buffy’s wet heat surrounded his cock as she worked him into her mouth, pumping the remaining length with her hand.

Oh God, this girl’s going to kill me. Death by shagging...What a way to go!

Spike quickly filed away his more perverse fantasies, thinking Buffy wasn’t quite ready to hear what he wanted to do with a bottle of baby oil and one of her stakes, and proceeded to offer words of encouragement as he recounted his hearts desires. Spike’s hips bucked against her as she swirled her tongue around his shaft, swallowing around his sensitive tip and tasting the pre-come that gathered there. Lowering her head, she dropped soft kisses to his sack and Spike found himself wishing he could reach the golden hair that obscured his vision.

Buffy must have seen the silent plea written in his eyes. Raising her head, she gathered her hair into a loose ponytail and took his cock back into her mouth, giving him an unobstructed view as she swallowed around him. The sight was too much for the highly strung vampire to cope with. “Oh God, Buffy, you have to...I can’t...fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!” he said, writhing beneath her as she smiled around his length.

“What’s stopping you?” she asked, her eyes dancing in mirth as she returned her mouth to his rounded head.

Spike threw his head back and released a deafening roar as he emptied himself into Buffy’s willing mouth, watching as she eagerly swallowed his cool seed before releasing his spent shaft from between her lips. Wrenching his hands free from the leather restraint, Spike grabbed Buffy by the forearms and hauled her up the length of his body and into a bruising kiss, groaning as he tasted himself on her tongue. Rolling her beneath him, Spike peppered her face in hungry kisses, revelling in his newfound ability to hold her in his arms.

“You’re incredible,” he said, kissing along her jaw line and gently squeezing her breasts. Spike smirked as he ran his thumbs over Buffy’s puckered buds, making her hiss in pleasure and grind her body against him wantonly. “You’re also a bloody tease,” he said, smiling as he placed soft kisses against her collarbone and the swell of her breasts.

“Oh, God!” she said, groaning as Spike swirled his tongue over her right nipple, biting gently as he sucked rhythmically at her soft skin. “Hey, watch the teeth,” she said, laughing as he grinned wolfishly at her and moved to lap at the creamy undersides of her breasts.

“Don’t you worry, kitten. I’m not gonna let anything happen to these sweet little morsels.”
Spike’s left hand trailed over her stomach, rubbing soothing circles against her thigh as he settled himself comfortably between her legs.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he said, kissing his way over her ribs until his eyes were level with her newly acquired scar.

The severity of the previous night rushed over him. Reaching out a tentative hand to trace the wound with his fingers, Spike vowed to protect this girl with everything he had. So lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice the look of concern on Buffy’s face.

Her small hands cupped his cheeks as she forced him to look at her. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Spike could see the truth of her words in her anxious eyes. Buffy was taking control of her life, and if she wanted to be with him, nothing was going to tear her from his arms.

“Damn right, you’re not,” he said, cocky smirk firmly in place. “I’m never letting you go, pet. You’re mine.”

“Is that right?” Buffy asked glad to have brought Spike out of his sombre mood. “And what are you planning to do with me, Mr. the Bloody?” Spike released a sinful chuckle as he gave her stomach a parting kiss.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, drawing her panties down her legs. “I’m gonna make you scream.”


TBC