Buffy slowly awoke and blinked repeatedly focusing
on her surroundings. Spike's crypt. She tried to
move but something was blocking her. She tried to
pull her hands down, but they wouldn't budge. She
looked up and saw they were cuffed to Spike's
headboard. She felt the most exquisite sensation
between her thighs. A cool wet surface rubbing over
the hot, sensitive flesh of her pussy."Oh, GAWD…
Spike!" Buffy moaned breathlessly.
Spike flicked his blue eyes up to her
passion-flushed face. "Yes, my Pet."
Spike continued to rub his tongue up and down
against her clit and then he worked his tongue back
and forth over her vulva. His fingers were holding
her hips. Her thighs were over his shoulders,
wrapped around his bleached head.
Buffy raised her hips, gyrating them against his
mouth as he continued to lick against her clit. His
fingers moved around her hip to her clit. He pulled
his head back to watch her facial reaction while he
caressed his fingertips over her clit, rubbing it in
short quick strokes against her clit.
Buffy bucked against him when he returned his
mouth to her clit, wrapping her thighs around his
head. Spike sucked on her clit, flicking the tip
with his tongue as he carefully slipped two long
fingers into her hot sheath.
"Oh, Spike… yes!" Buffy cried out as she bucked
and strained against his mouth.
Spike growled low in his throat. He thrust his
long fingers deep inside her, caressing her G-spot
just right and making her cry out louder.
"Spike… please?" Buffy cried out, bucking and
straining against his mouth while thrusting herself
on his fingers.
"Is that you begging, Pet? Never took you for the
begging type." Spike nibbled on her clit with blunt
teeth.
"God yes, Spike. Please! I want you." Buffy
whimpered as she tugged against the cuffs and bucked
against his tongue.
Buffy mewed as she felt Spike move up her body
and arched against his ascent. As he prowled up her
body his lips barely touched her flesh as he
intermittently licked along her stomach, feeling her
muscles quivered under his touch. Spike then nipped
along her ribs with blunt teeth.
Buffy cried out a moan when he took her nipple
between his lips and flicked his cool tongue against
it until it hardened. He then moved to the other
nipple to do the same. Buffy strained against him
the whole time. She relished the feel of his lips
and hands on her body; his long fingers gripping her
flesh possessively; the way he licked and kissed
her.
She moaned when she felt his hard cock come to
rest against her thigh in his ascent up her body.
Spike braced his weight on his forearms and kissed
her passionately. His tongue traced the shape of her
lips. When she opened them on a sigh of pleasure, he
plundered her mouth with his tongue. She moaned into
the kiss and sucked on his tongue gently, licking
her essence off the soft surface.
Spike dug his fingers into her soft hips, raising
them, and then plunged his hard, thick shaft deep
inside her hot, slick tunnel. Buffy cried out in
pleasure. She thought she throbbed for his touch
before, but never like this. She wrapped her thighs
around his waist, trying to get him deeper.
"What is it you want, love?" Spike's voice washed
over her like a summer breeze.
"I want you, Spike. Go deeper. Harder." Buffy
moaned breathlessly.
She strained to get him deeper inside her. Spike
crushed Buffy against him. His hands and fingers
mapped the contours of her body. He kissed her hard;
sucking on her tongue as he repeatedly thrust his
thick shaft deep inside her tight sheath. God she
was so hot and tight, the tiny muscles didn't give
him any release; any leeway.
Her cries of pleasure spurred him on. He thrust
harder, deeper. She matched him buck for thrust.
When she started rolling her hips and grinding
against him. His eyes rolled up in his head and he
nearly lost it. The muscles in his back bunched and
stretched with the thrust of his hips. Her body
opened for him. She raised her hips, inviting him
deeper.
Spike accepted the invitation and, while his
thrusts became demanding, claiming her, he vamped.
He licked her throat at the pulse point. She threw
her head back, arching against his thrusts. In this
way, she gave him access to her throat as his
thrusts rubbed her G spot repeatedly.
She screamed his name as her orgasm shook through
her body, squeezing his shaft, her nails digging
into his headboard. Spike felt her orgasm in more
ways than one. He pricked his fangs against her
throat, causing her to shudder and moan. When her
muscles squeezed his thick shaft he growled in her
ear and buried himself deep inside her before
releasing his dead seed.
As they came down from the euphoria, Buffy kissed
all over his face before he trapped her lips in a
soul-searing kiss that made her melt against him.
"God, Buffy. You drive me wild." Spike pulled
back a bit to stare at her with all the love he felt
for her shining in his blue eyes.
He reached over to the bedside table and
retrieved the key, and unlocked the cuffs. After
releasing Buffy's wrists, he drew her into his arms
and held her. He laid over her protectively, kissing
her lips and throat, growling softly when he felt
her nails and fingertips caress his strong back and
shoulders. That was their last coherent memory
before drifting off to sleep.
