They crashed through the floor, he still buried deep within her, still erect, reflecting her heat. Landing roughly, for a moment they simply gazed at each other while she caught her breath and he - who didn't need to breathe - caught his. He marveled that this had come to be, where they were, where he was. Surrounded by her, enveloped in her moist warmth, then, she moved again, and he was lost once more.
Their first coupling had been frantic, grasping, greedy. Her climax had overtaken her quickly, taking her by surprise in its speed and power. His followed within seconds, unable to resist the quaking of her powerful inner muscles, nor her look of ecstasy. Their foreplay had spanned weeks - years really - and that first bout had merely heightened their tension. He was lost in her heat, consumed with desire and with a burning joy to at last be here with her, inside her, like this.
And then, there was no time for thought, no time for anything but her. Her soft lips nibbling at his, her hands stroking and clutching at his arms, her tongue mating with his. She gripped him tightly, their bodies dancing in intimate tune, moving towards the inevitable implosion. Faster she moved, sliding along his length, taking him deeply within her. His thrusts matched hers, grinding against her as she lay along his length. His hands caressed her back, one sliding down to cup and then stroke the smooth cheeks of her bottom, the other tangling itself in her hair. Her small, firm breasts caressed his chest as she shivered against him, the tiny quakes beginning deep within her, he hardening still further, almost unbearably. Someone moaned; she sighed deep in her throat, "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh", and then they were falling, floating, flying together. She clutched him closer, even as she tore her mouth from his, gasping for air as she began a litany that would see them through the night, "Oh, my God, ohmygod, ohmygod."
She slumped onto him, her weight a welcome warmth on his body. He could hear the blood singing in her veins, feel her heartbeat, smell the musky scent of their coupling. He kissed her softly, tenderly, rolling her over so that they lay tangled together, he slightly atop her.
He started as he realised they were still fully dressed. There had been no time for the niceties in their frantic encounter, but the night was young yet, and he needed to show her how it would be for them, before the morning brought her certain rejection.
Kissing her temple, he slowly unbuttoned the delicate blouse she had been wearing (could she have worn it for him?), taking the time to trace the lacy patterns on her breasts. She moaned quickly, thrusting her breasts into his hands, squirming against the all-too- constrictive damp panties she had simply slid to one side in their earlier encounters. Her movements were lazy, catlike, lethargic, speaking of passion spent and passions awakening.
He moved his mouth to the tip of one breast as his hands slid the lacy blouse down her arms. His breath was warm against her tank top. She wondered briefly how this could be, before realising that their passion had spawned a heat of its own. He slid the straps down over her shoulders, pulling the top down to bunch against her waist, opening the front clasp of her bra to reveal the hardened rosy-tipped peaks beneath. He pulled back to look at her, his face a study in contented male as he surveyed her, legs slightly parted beneath her long leather skirt, hips barely rocking, a wanton from the waist up to her swollen lips and tousled hair.
Propping himself over her, he grazed his blunt teeth across one nipple before descending on the other one to suck and bite and kiss. One hand played idly with her other breast, while her hips rocked against his groin and the hard evidence of his arousal. He felt her body growing warmer still, and pulled back to gaze at her face.
When he stopped, she frowned a little, eyes opening to look at him through a dazed, passionate fog.
"I need to taste all of you," he said, noting the confusion that crossed her face.
"You don't need to - I've never - " he suppressed a growl as he realized what she was saying, that none of her previous lovers had ever tasted her essence.
Slipping quickly out of his jeans and boots, now fully naked, he kissed his way down her body, tasting the undersides of her breasts, her belly button and her abdomen. His hands found, and undid, the buttons of her wraparound skirt, leaving them lying on a sheet of leather. Reaching for her panties, he slide them down her legs, tugging them over her heavy black boots before bending to kiss her knee. Her hands tugged at him; he held them at her sides, undeterred.
His lips traced a sensuous pattern up the inside of her thigh[,] as she squirmed, unsure of what he would do next. He blew gently on her damp curls, watching her expression change from shy confusion - even fear - to yearning. He pulled back then, starting from her other knee, but this time her body was straining to reach him and not to get away.
He paused momentarily at the apex of her thighs, still stunned that he was here, like this, with her, and honoured and aroused to know that he was to be the first man to take her this way. At her whimpered "Please," and a telling thrust of her hips, he leaned towards her, opening his mouth and moistening his lips.
Teasing at first, he caressed her with his lips and tongue, entering her briefly, keeping the pressure light and his movements subdued. As she relaxed, his lips found the tiny hood that was the centre of her existence, gently kissing the tender spot. As his lips and tongue continued their relentless rhythm, he released her hands, and they immediately entwined themselves in his hair. He reached one hand up to caress the swell of her breasts, kneading and stroking as she moaned and gasped with delight.
He pulled his other hand down to where he lay between her things, insinuating two fingers into her as his mouth strummed against her now swollen centre.
If this was all they could be to one another, it would have been worth it for this one moment. He, fully aroused and painfully hard, with the taste of her on his lips, the feel of her on his fingers as they moved in and out of her wetness; she, spread on the floor, hands clutched in his hair, head tilted back, mouth open, gulping the air as he introduced her to the oral delights a skilled lover could offer.
Sensing how close she was to exploding, he increased his pace, thrusting his fingers into her in time with the hand kneading her breast, stroking and thrusting, licking and tonguing and kissing her until she stiffened, screamed and shuddered. He pressed on and she rode the wave of climax a second time, only this time it was his name she cried, and more besides.
"Oh Spike! Oh, God, Spike! I need you inside me, NOW!" and she was pulling at him, tugging on his hair as he slid into her. She tasted herself on him as she felt him move within her, sliding in and out while her muscles still quaked from the force of her climaxes. She caressed his back, squeezed and scratched at his taut buttocks, pulled her knees to her chest to allow him to penetrate her more deeply.
"Tell me," he said huskily, looking straight into her eyes. "Tell me what I do to you. Tell me how it makes you feel."
She looked away, unsure, but he caught her head and turned it to face him. "It doesn't get more intimate than this, luv," he said, thrusting more deeply still to make his point. "Tell me what you like, is this good for you?"
Tentatively, she responded. "Oh yes. It feels - I can't describe it. I've never been so aroused, never needed anyone like this, never," she looked away briefly, "never tasted myself on anyone else, never needed someone like I need you." She kissed him deeply before burying his face in her neck. "That's right," she moaned as he twisted and ground his pelvis against her. "That feels so good, you know just what to do. I need you to fill me, Oh, God, yes, like that. I want you deeper; I want to feel you explode inside me.Oh, God, don't let me go." He stiffened, cried out, and spent himself inside her, collapsing on top of her, salty tears wetting both their faces with the force of the emotion they had unleashed.