Some smut...
"No motorcycle tonight?" Buffy asked, a little disappointed that she wouldn't be straddling the seat and Spike.
"Not tonight, Love," he told her, opening the passenger side door to his DeSoto for her. "Little bit chilly for that."
Her whole body was thrumming as he slid into the car beside her. What was it about him that had her acting in a way she never had before? She was always flirting with the guys at the bar. But it was harmless flirting. It was getting them all worked up so that their games were off. What kind of game was she playing with Spike? She'd already gone further with him than she had with anyone and that was just on the phone.
He started up the engine and let car warm up a bit. One glance her way and he could tell that every one of her nerves was on edge. Her eyes were wide as she worried her bottom lip mercilessly.
"I don't bite, Kitten," he told her. "Not unless you want me to... even then, you'd have to ask real nice."
He leaned close to her and put his warm hand on her thigh. She could feel the moisture pooling in her panties just from his hand resting on her bare leg. When he dipped his head down to kiss her, she almost jumped out of her skin.
"Easy now, Kitten," he said softly, his voice like a gentle carress. "Just wanted to taste you again."
Her eyes rolled closed as his lips made contact with hers. His kiss was gentle, undemanding as he sipped at the lip she'd been worrying. She moved her hands to the back of his head and pulled him in to deepen the kiss. Her lips parted and she darted out her tongue, flicking it into his warm mouth. Spike growled softly as she explored his mouth with her eager tongue. He slid his hand up her leg slowly until he reached the scrap of material covering her warm center. The little minx was already soaked just from their kiss.
She should have told him to stop, but she couldn't form the words. Even if she had, they would have meant nothing. Her legs practically parted on their own as his finger slipped beneath the lacy front of her panties. He sought out the hard nubbin already throbbing in anticipation of his touch. He could feel his cock becoming painfully hard at the realization that she was practically dripping for him. He slipped one finger into her hot channel and she moaned into his mouth. He couldn't believe how tight she was. He pumped his finger in and out of her as his thumb skimmed over her clit. She was practically sucking his tongue into her mouth as she writhed against him. He had to taste her. She had gotten off just from him telling her about it on the phone. Hell, he'd had to give himself a good wank after that conversation. He was pretty sure he could come just by licking the juices from her pussy.
He pulled away from her and slipped his fingers out of her. She whimpered at the sudden loss of contact and opened her eyes. She felt a whole new flood of arousal when she saw him sucking her juices from his fingers.
"Oh God, Spike," she moaned, watching him lick his fingers clean.
"Want to taste you, Love," he told her. "Is your Mum at home tonight?"
She nodded her head.
"Can I take you home with me, then?" he asked, half-expecting her to say no.
She nodded again, her eyes glassed over with lust. He pulled her skirt back down and then put the car in gear. She slid over so that she was as close to him as she could be without hampering his ability to drive.
He lived in a small apartment not too far from the university. The drive was relatively short from the Bronze, but it was almost unbearable after tasting her.
"You taste like peaches," he told her, turning into the entrance of his building. "Peaches and vanilla. Could drink you all night, Love."
His voice had her mesmerized. The way he wove his words around her made her body sing excitedly. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage as he pulled into his parking space and cut the engine. He opened the door and pulled her out his side, curling his arm possessively around her waist as he walked her to his front door.
They were greeted by a black cocker spaniel.
"Gypsy, Love," he smiled, bending down to hug the dog to him. "This is Buffy. Buffy, Gypsy."
He told her to go on in while he took Gypsy outside. Buffy moved into the living room, turning on a table lamp so that she could get a betterlook at where Professor Benson hung his hat. She was pleasantly surprised. The apartment wasn't very big, but it was homey and tidy. She thought that all bachelors lived like Angel and Xander -- in eternal slobdom. There wasn't a dirty dish in the place. She sunk down on the black leather sectional and scanned the room. He had a small dining set with a vase of dark red roses off to the side of the kitchen. There was a blanket draped over the far end of the sectional with a small pillow and a chewed-up stuffed bunny. She assumed those belonged Gypsy. There were a couple of magazines laid out on the coffee table and a thick book of sonnets by Shakespeare.
She heard him open the door and Gypsy came barrelling up on the couch to check her out. The little dog's stubby tail was wagging so much that it looked like her whole backside was moving to and fro. Buffy had never had a pet. She took the dog's sniffing and licking in stride, though, biting back a giggle at what a frou-frou dog a big, bad motorcyle driving man like Spike had.
"Gyspy," he said firmly. "Leave Buffy alone, now. Go lay down."
Gypsy got in one more sloppy kiss before moving to her own end of the couch to curl up around her bunny. Buffy had never seen a more adorable sight than the little black dog resting comfortably on her little pillow with her chin resting on her bunny.
"She's so sweet," she told Spike.
"She's so something," he smiled. "Not so much sweet a spoiled. Let me get you a drink, Love."
Her mouth felt a little dry and a drink would definitley be of the good. He disappeared into the kitchen returning a moment later with two glasses and a bottle of wine. He sat beside her and began pouring the amber liquid into the glasses.
"I picked this up on a trip to Vancouver last year," he told her, handing her a glass. "It's a tawny port. Relatively sweet. I think you'll like it."
She took a cautious sip, watching him over the rim of her glass. It tasted sweet, as promised, and burned a nice trail down her throat and into her belly. She smiled at him and nodded her approval.
He stood up and fished a lighter out of his pocket. There were several pillar candles scattered around the room and he lit each one carefully before turning out the lamp. He returned to the spot beside her on the couch and sensed a bit of nervousness coming from her.
"Relax, Love," he told her, running his hand through her loose, honeyed hair.
She took another deep sip from her glass before setting it on the coffee table beside his. Every time she tried to tell herself that she shouldn't be here, she'd catch the look in his eyes that told her that she should.
"Meant what I said, Love," he said, moving closer to her. "I've had a taste of you and I could drink you all night."
She licked her lips as his hands slid her jacket from her shoulders. He dropped a kiss on each as he bared them, sliding his hands down her arms as he removed the jacket from her body. He kissed a trail up to her neck as the jacket fell behind her. She couldn't even think straight. His mouth was incredible. If it felt this good on her neck, she couldn't even begin to think what it would feel like between her legs.
He licked her throbbing pulse as he pulled her top up over her breasts. He barely brushed her nipples and they pebbled immediately. He remembered the comment Angel had made about sucking on those hard, sweet cherries and his dick sprang to life. She helped him lift the shirt over her head as he reached around to unclasp her bra with one deft hand. She was bare from the waist up and he could feel her heart racing as he nuzzled into her collarbone.
"Gonna make it good, Love," he promised, pressing wet kisses against her heated skin.
He traced her hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue, teasing her until she was mewling softly, before sucking it hard into his mouth. She gasped as his other hand carressed her other breast.
"Mmmm.... Spike, so... so good," she moaned, her arousal building as he sucked and stroked her.
He let her nipple fall from his mouth and continued peppering her skin with kisses. stopping to swirl his tongue around her bellybutton. She felt like she was going to implode. The muscles in her belly were so tight that they burned. He suddenly stopped and scooped her up into his arms.
"What... what are you doing?" she asked, almost losing herself in the stormy blue of his eyes.
"Taking you to bed," he told her, making it to his bedroom in just a few short strides.
His bed was neatly made in deeply hued fabrics of velvet, satin and chenille. He lay her gently in the center, her head supported by a moutain of soft, pillows. He moved up the med, holding her gaze the whole time and settled between her slightly parted legs. He slowly kissed a trail from her knee to the inside of her thigh. He could smell her intoxicating arousal as he pulled himself away from her center to tease the other leg. He wasn't sure who he was torturing more, her or him. The little sounds she was making were reducing him to liquid state. He'd never heard anything so exquisite come out of someone so perfect.
"Want to show you how good it feels to be tasted like this, Love. Make you forget anyone who's ever been here before," he promised.
He darted out his tongue, running it lightly along her folds. He could feel the muscles tensing in her legs as he lapped up her juices, taking care to avoid her clit. He let the tip of his tongue slip into her dripping core and was rewarded with an arch of her hips and a soft moan.
"Like that, Love?" he asked, replacing his tongue with a long finger.
Her walls were pulling it deeper into her center. He breathed soft kisses over her netherlips before roughly rubbing his tongue over her swollen nub. A fresh flood of her juices ran down his finger and he lapped them up before returning to her throbbing clit. He suckled the bundle of nerves into his warm mouth, sucking it gently as his tongue continued to flicker over the tip. He slipped a second finger inside of her and curled them up to rasp against her spongy center of pleasure. Just a few strokes and she was coming undone, writhing in climax beneath him as he slid his fingers from her core. He replaced them with his tongue, sucking and licking away her hot come until she came again.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she was practically crying.
She could feel the tears leaving a hot trail down her cheeks as he continued to lightly lap up her spendings. She hadn't even come this hard on the phone with him. He left her trembling and wanting more.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moved up her body so that he could see her beatiful face. Her flushed cheeks were stained with tears, but her eyes were shining with desire for him.
"Why are you crying, Sweetheart?" he asked, concerned, wiping at her tears with his thumb.
"I've never felt anything so good in my life," she told him, honestly. "Nobody's ever... done... that."
"Nobody's ever made you come by going down on you?" he asked.
"N-no. Nobody's ever done that," she repeated, hoping he understood what she was saying.
He looked at her a moment, finally registering what she was saying. He couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that he'd been the first to ever taste her there. He kissed her mouth softly, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She stared up at him looking more innocent than he could ever have imagined.
"I've never..." She stopped and stared up at him again, her cheeks turning pink as she made the decision to tell him the truth. "You're my... you're... um... oh God..."
He narrowed his eyes on hers and tilted his head to the side.
"Baby, are you saying that you're a virgin?" he asked in disbelief.
She averted his eyes and stared up at the celing in silence positive that he'd be turned off by her revelation.
"Buffy, Love... look at me," he pleaded.
She closed her eyes before focusing on him.
"Yeah," she practically whispered. "Elizabeth St. James, writer of smut... I'm a virgin."