| His eyes pinned hers when he reached the bed. "I won't be your toy any more, Buffy." The measured tone of his words brooked no argument, and he leaned in to corral her body with his arms even as she scootched backward on the bed. She could almost see the sparks flying off the wheels turning in his eyes as his words penetrated her fogged mind. She closed her eyes against the intensity of his gaze, feeling rather than watching him crawl over her body and into her cells. There'd be no escape tonight that wasn't permanent. And she was far from ready for a permanent end to the delicious torture he offered. First steps, she'd told Willow. Lessons weren't such a bad place for first steps. Rational thought fled when heat from the tips of fingers that shouldn't burn announced her nakedness. Willfully, she kept her eyes closed, licking her lips in an automatic reflex. She felt him hovering in the space just above her face, those quixotic, sometimes blue, sometimes grey eyes staring at her, waiting for her to move, a cat toying with its prey. Just when she thought she'd succeeded in controlling her reactions, she felt a wisp of something soft slide down the side of her face, teasing her eyes open to face truth. Silken whispers accompanied the hand that reached out to cover her sight. "Close them again love. Time for the first lesson..." A knot formed in her throat. "The lack of one sense," he murmured wetly against her shoulder, tongue swirling heat into her groin from a thousand miles away, "sharpens others." And she knew the truth when the cells of her soul rocked at the flare of pain his blunt bite brought. The touch of his finger to her gasping lips did nothing to still her spiraling senses as the rhythm of his suckling reached through her veins and drummed her hips into the bed in a pulsing counterpoint. A groan of satisfaction at her reaction accompanied his lips travelling across her face, obvious in their avoidance of her parched mouth. His hand slipped from her eyes to fist in her hair, but Buffy never noticed. Eyes wide shut, she threw her head back into the pillows and her mouth fell open, lower lip swollen even before his mouth's first touch. The tip of his tongue flicked along the crevice of her bowed lip, teasing her mouth into a perfect, heated circle. Her head craned forward, demanding completion of the touch, urging him closer with a thrust of her chin. A low chuckle escaped him, and he pulled his hips away, avoiding the invitation she threw so carelessly his way. He lured her tongue from her mouth, cavorting with it in midair, but refused her invitation to come further by suckling on her lower lip. Teeth and tongue mouthed her softness as if it were a bit of the finest chocolate, there for the tasting, the touching, the feel of the sweetness spreading through his mouth. She longed for the taste of him. Guttural moans babbled for possession. When he pulled away, after what seemed days, she could stand the waiting no more. Her eyes flew open and she reared up against the headboard to watch as he knelt on the bed above her. "Lesson two, pet." She could only stare as he lifted one of her feet over each shoulder, then sat back on his haunches. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the smooth skin of his palms slid trails of fire down the backs of her thighs to cup her cheeks upward and pull her bottom in to meet granite at his waist. "In patience, pleasure." Her chest heaved faster with exertion, and her gaze flitted from desire-filled eyes to swollen, cherry-red lips and back again. When he tilted his head to give her a smoldering glance before turning down to address her flesh, Buffy let her head thud against the wooden headboard, lost in the pleasure of his tongue gliding along her ankle and upward toward her knee. The wet heat of his tongue sent flames licking up her thighs to push her buttocks firmly into his kneading fingers. Nearly mindless with need, she threaded her hands in the softness of his hair, beating the rhythm of her need through his skull, pleading for more, and soon. Every hair on her body stood to attention when the hands massaging her bottom slid forward to allow his thumbs to pull her inner lips apart and begin a slow stroking that matched the pattern of her heartbeat. When his head leaned in, moving upward, she sucked in her breath at the thought of what might be next. Her mind could not imagine what came next, but her body keened as if it knew what pleasure would come. Her nails tore at his back as his mouth reached its destination at the same moment fingers met thumbs in joint manipulation of the utter source of her pleasure and pain. That glorious tongue wrapped itself around a nipple and pulled, while talented fingers slid deep into her soul. He, pumped hard and fast, a cadence balanced against the rough suckle of his mouth on her breasts.Buffy's hands cradled his head, helpless to do other than clench in concert with her pleasure. In the moment that his nails grazed her swollen bead and sent her flying into showers of multi-colored light, her reality was bounded completely by the icy fires of his mouth on her skin, his cheek against her chest. His hands were on her soul. No sense bound her to the earth well enough to notice him easing out of his jeans, but her body welcomed his driving strength with the same enthusiasm as her mouth. It was like coming home after a long, long walk in the wilderness. Her hands wrapped around his face, pulling his eyes up to fasten on hers as she met his passion stroke for stroke, taking sheer delight in watching him cross over the edge before diving in after. As the air began to cool them, Buffy shifted comfortably in the tangle of limbs and linens. There was a thread of some unspoken emotion hanging in the moment, but she buried her nose deep in his neck and drank in the scent of their pleasure, denying the need to speak. Spike stretched an arm to retrieve something from the floor, his ragged voice breaking the silence only briefly as he laid his lips carefully on her forehead. "Lesson 3, the most important of them all, luv. Never go to bed angry." Snick... She opened her eyes to see a brief shower of sparks converge into a low, steady flame. The End Please feedback the author at [email protected] |
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