What A Girl Wants

Chapter 8—Touch Me In The Morning

She couldn’t remember ever having such an erotic dream. She was in her bed, in her room, and Spike was there. He was touching her gently, worshipping her body with his eyes, mouth, and hands, and she was powerless to resist his sinister attraction. She felt so alive, so loved and wanted, and she bloomed under his touch, folding open and laying wanton and lax beneath him. He was everywhere, surrounding her; every breath carried his scent to her brain.

She tried to move, and the blankets were too heavy. Kicking out, she was still unable to dislodge herself from captivity, and she opened one eye to find out why. She looked down, and saw herself sprawled beneath him, her legs pinned open by his arms, his face inches from her pussy as he studied it intently.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking. Smelling. Tasting. All good, baby, let me tell you.” He looked down at the multihued petals of her sex, and she flushed. “Cor, Buffy, you’re beautiful. Everywhere, pet.”

His tongue swiped roughly across the outer lips framing her inner secrets, and she groaned aloud, her hips pumping upward of their own accord. She glanced at the clock, and had to look twice before she pushed on his forehead. “It’s ten…Dawn…school….”

“Nibblet’s already at school, love, with a hearty breakfast and strict admonitions. You needed the sleep.” He swiped at her again, gratified by her responsive reaction. “Now, I think you need this.”

She groaned again, and he touched her reverently, his eyes drinking the sight of her juices as they began to ooze from her opening. A single deep breath and he was completely lost, drowning in her.

He nuzzled her open to him, and gently sucked on the inner lips, delicately taking each one in his mouth as he gauged her reaction. She opened even further, urging him silently to taste of the bounty before him.

He did so with alacrity, touching his tongue’s tip to the hard nub at the top of her folds, then moving downward to lick the juices that now poured from her. His tongue reached inside her to lap the juices from within, then moved outside again to bury his face, his nose bumping against her clit as he laved her from bottom to top. She spasmed against his mouth, her thighs shaking, and although he knew that she couldn’t be close to her peak yet, he backed off, wanting this moment, this morning together to last.

His exploration was thorough, and she threw her head back with a shuddering gasp as he swirled his tongue around her little nubbin of nerves. Tremors rippled her body as he alternated between quick flicks of his tongue and long, slow draws on her clit. Her arousal coated his face—it amazed him how wet she could get, how much lubrication she produced. He’d never seen anything like it before.

Her soft mewls of delight filled his head as he sucked her tender flesh into his mouth, massaging the shaft of her clit with the flat of his tongue as he raked it against his palate. She made a haphazard grab at his head, and he took her wrists on either side and tucked them under her ass. “You’ll be keeping those there, kitten.” She moaned, and he renewed his assault on her sex, flicking his tongue rapidly.

When she started hunching her hips to meet his eager mouth, he decided to change the tune they were dancing to, and slipped two fingers inside her heated tunnel. Her body arched and she threw her head back, a wordless shriek discharging from her open mouth. He caressed her golden skin with his free hand, reaching up to twist her nipples gently, then harder as her juices flowed more copiously with every stimulus. He found the bundle of nerves inside her and raked them with his knuckles, and her heels drummed violently on the bed on either side of him.

She was close; he knew from her responses and years of experience how close she was. It radiated from her, the tension in her body pulling so tight he thought she would snap under the pressure. An evil thought entered his mind, and he withdrew the fingers buried inside her, then inserted a single digit into her tight sphincter, raising his eyes in time to see her bowed double on the bed. Gasping shrieks of rapture dragged themselves effortlessly from her vocal cords, and her orgasm thundered through her. He was shocked when her juices began jetting out of her, much like a man’s come, and placed his lips over her entrance to catch as much of them as possible in his mouth.

She reached down, and dragged him up and on top of her, her mouth seeking his. His cool kisses were like water after a drought, and she drank him down, tasting her own essence and not at all perturbed. He released her long enough for her to catch her breath, smiling down at the hunger in her eyes.

“How—what—oh, my God, Spike, where did you learn to do that?”

A quiet laugh rumbled deep in his chest. “I’ve had some years to practice, princess. How do you think I learned?”

“But, the knuckle—and the finger in my—what?” She looked at him watching her, amusement on his face. She trembled in his arms, mini-shocks still reverberating through her, when his next comment made her still.

“Never told me you were a rainmaker, pet.”

She turned confused eyes up to his face. “What’s a rainmaker?”

She could tell he was flustered. He avoided her gaze, and mumbled something under his breath.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Comes—spurts juices out of their, uh, vagina.”

She blushed from head to toe. “I’m, uh, one of those? How do you know?”

“Trust me, pet, I know. Seen it before one other time, in Mexico. Woman could jet three feet in the air. And what she could do with a stack of pesos would blow your mind.”

“Huh?”

“Nevermind, pet. Let’s just say that rainmakers are pretty rare. Everything about you is rare and special. You’re unique, Buffy. Unique, and all mine.”

She curled up in his arms, and raised her face to his. “Yours, all right. Especially if I get woke up like that all the time—yum.” She raised her mouth for his kiss, a demand he eagerly gratified. “So, what to do today, lover?”

He smiled tenderly into her face, loving the new sense of warmth and belonging he was feeling. “Well, love, the way I see it, we need to look at food for the barbecue, soundproofing whichever room we end up in, and linens.”

“Linens?”

“You know, sheets and pillowcases. I am not sleeping on sheets with little rainbows on them. Evil, remember?”

She giggled. “Like you would ever let me forget. How can we soundproof a room?”

“I think that Xander would be the one to ask, don’t you? In the building biz, anyway, he’s got to have some connections.”

She flopped back onto the bed. “I need to go out and get a job.”

He leaned up on his elbow, and looked down at her. “No, actually you don’t, baby. I have money.”

“What?”

“I have money. Quite a bit of it, anyway. My family…wasn’t well off, but we had some assets. When my mum died, well, I was already dead, but our family retainers continued to build the family fortunes. Investment capital and all. When I finally did look into it, there was a nice little nest egg. I’ve continued investing through the years, and now…if you don’t want a job, then you really don’t have to get one. Anyway, isn’t slaying your job?”

“I think—I can do without a job. But I’m willing to work.”

He picked up her hand, and kissed the palm. “I understand, pet. I don’t want you to work. You’re mine. Your only job is slaying, and making me the happiest vampire on the planet.”

She snuggled against him, smiling. “I think that I could do that. Really, I don’t have to go to work?”

“Just stay home with me and the Bit.”

“What about the necessities? House payments. Bills. Food and blood. We have to pay for all those things.”

“Baby, I paid off the house the summer after you died.”

She looked at him over her shoulder.

“I’ve also set up accounts for you and Dawn. Although, I don’t think the Bit needs to know that yet.”

“Probably not, unless you want to take her shopping.”

“So, we have all the necessities. Food, shelter, love, and each other. Is that enough?”

She brushed his mouth with a kiss. “More than enough. More than I could have ever dreamed.”