Chapter 20 – Prom Night

The night was perfect. Each lover moved slowly: building anticipation, caressing, touching, stroking, and loving. Drawing out their motions, each touch seemed to last hours and not minutes. The night was stilled; a thousand lifetimes would be lived in each embrace.

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In the first room on the right, Spike slowly began to unbutton his top. Midnight blue on pale skin, it was breathtaking.

Eyes never leaving Buffy’s face he slid out of the silky material, not glancing down as the shirt fell to the floor. Shoes slipped off, then socks, until he was standing there in nothing but a pair of black slacks.

As he moved closer to Buffy, her breath hitched in her throat. Standing before him wearing nothing but moonlight, her perfection was only enhanced by the twin rivulets of blood that shone brightly on her skin.
The blood called to him. Sweet, heady and rich, the taste of her could fulfill him like no others. The flavor was enhanced by her powers, sweetened by the coupling and enriched by the continued confirmation of their mating bond.

It was times like this when Spike wondered if he was truly alive again, for this woman before him was heaven.

Buffy stood motionless as Spike unbuttoned his pants and let them fall quietly to the floor. She watched as he stepped out of them and crossed over to her. She could feel herself grow even wetter at the site before her. Spike’s cock glistened in the moonlight. He was fully erect and she ached to take him in her mouth; to run her tongue over the engorged member and bring him to the brink of release over and over.

Before she got the chance however, Spike took one rosy peaked nipple into his mouth and began the slow process of worshiping her body. For what seemed like hours he played with her nipples, alternating between sucking, biting and caressing them. Touching her, tasting the slight sweat on her skin as she arched, twisted, begged and demanded that he move on. That he satisfy her, enter her, take her.

Ignoring her demands he played, he tortured, he loved. Finally when she could truly take no more he picked her up and moved her to the bed, slowly letting his hand drift further down. Trailing down her stomach to her sopping mound, he slowly inserted one finger while rubbing his other finger on her clit.

Buffy hissed, screamed, and threatened stakes. She was being driven insane, slowly, expertly by the demon in front of her.

Before she could come from the expert ministrations of her clit, Spike withdrew. His finger was replaced with his tongue. Over and over he licked her, tasted her, and fucked her with his tongue. Buffy writhed under him, having past the point of begging and now capable only of low guttural moans.

As Buffy grew closer and closer to coming, Spike began to play with her clit. Twisting, touching, tormenting. As Buffy arched her back in a powerful climax, Spike vamped and lightly bit her clit, gently sucking the slight flow of blood. Buffy arched again, shuddering as her body convulsed over and over again.

Spike gently played with her stomach, occasionally watching his hands travel to Buffy’s breasts and her folds while the Slayer caught her breath. Finally she was ready again. Turning a beautiful game face to him, she growled, “MORE!”

Buffy pushed Spike over, intent on getting her revenge on the blond vampire. Deciding that Spike deserved the same “brand” of punishment she slowly engulfed him an inch at a time, running her hand over the base of his cock and cupping his balls with the other hand. She alternated between sucking on him, running her teeth up and down the length of him and nibbling and sucking on his throbbing head. Knowing that he got off on the biting, she bit just enough so he felt it, but not enough to bring blood or to make him loose control.

She wanted him on the brink for as long as she could put off taking him. Over and over again she sucked him, working her hand and mouth in tandem, bringing him to the edge over and over again, stopping when he got to close and slowing down when he begged her to finish. By the end of the night, he would so know who was in control.

After an excruciatingly long time Buffy could take it no more and pushed him further down so he lay flat on the bed. Taking his thick cock in her hand, she slowly impaled her self, taking him inside her inch by inch moving leisurely while holding him down. Refusing to let him arch up, refusing to let him move. She savored the feel of him inside of her and once she felt him filling her completely, she began to move.

They stayed like that: Spike on his back, eyes closed in bliss, desperately trying not to beg for more; Buffy riding him, slowly enjoying the feel of his cock sliding in and out, over and over again; the feeling of completeness and desperation, wanting and needing more, but determined to torture with pleasure.

Buffy grazed his chest with her nails. Watching as slight red marks followed her patterns, watching as Spike hissed and bucked in anticipation of the next pattern.

Finally unable to take the slow pace she set, she began to increase her speed. Over and over again she rocked, grinding her pussy hard against him, loving the friction between their two bodies, moaning in anticipation of the release.

In desperation to increase the pace even more, Spike grabbed her hips and began to pull her back and forth, bucking up and down, the tempo increased, faster and faster as Buffy was reduced to moans and Spike to harsh whimpers and whispers of desire. “Fuck baby…”

As the friction increased even more between the two Buffy lost control and felt her orgasm begin to peak. Determined to take Spike with her, she collapsed on his chest and bit his neck hard. Drawing blood she claimed him again “MINE!”

Vamping Spike lost control and with a final thrust came hard inside of Buffy. Biting her, he claimed her back.