Truths in the night - Chapter 4
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Buffy anchored the blouse against the same beam Spike had tied her to. His body was stretched naked across the floor, arms raised above his head, a cocky grin on his face.
"So Slayer, finding you like my style then?" he smiled.
"Shut up," said Buffy, surveying his body, the tip of her tongue poking pinkly from her mouth.
"Gonna make me?"
Buffy looked around, saw her panties lying near his head.
"Sure," she said, stuffing them into his mouth.
She bent her head to his body and explored his neck and collar bone, kissing and sucking. Her tongue traced tiny circles against his cool skin as he shifted, trying to rub his swollen cock against her. She crouched sideways, so he couldn't reach her, moving down his body to circle his nipples one by one.
Flicking her tongue against them, she heard him moan, the sound numbed by the damn panties that filled his mouth, bringing the taste of her to him. Sliding lower, she worked his abdomen, kissing and nibbling, turning her head to let her hair slide like silk over his arousal, before she sucked and bit the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
She worked her way down his leg, following mouth with hands and fingers, squeezing and stroking, licking and biting. She kissed the arch of his foot, sucked his toes, spread his legs before sliding back up his legs, rubbing her breasts against him, straddling him and allowing him to feel her wetness.
She hovered over him, returning to work his nipples once more, letting him feel her heat. His eyes closed, head thrown back, the muscles standing out in his neck as he struggled to hold on to reason. She teased him, almost touching him, brushing her curls against him, finally sliding herself along his length as she came to rest between his thighs. Her tongue shot out to moisten her lips as she sank her head towards him.
His cock twitched as she gently blew on it, then pressed her lips together at its base. Working her way along his length, she pressed hot kisses against the vein that throbbed there, before moving back to first kiss and then gently suck his balls. Her mouth was open now as she kissed him, felt his cock twitch beneath her mouth as she moved back to envelop its purple head between her moist pink lips.
She took him as deeply as she could, sliding her tongue along his hard length to heighten the sensations. She felt him push upwards, trying to bury himself as deeply in her mouth as he had been in her cunt. She pulled back, using tongue and lips to pleasure him, before taking him more deeply again. One hand joined her mouth, fingers playing an elaborate tune on him, her other hand tweaking his nipples, then sliding up to play with his mouth.
Sliding the panties out with his tongue, he captured her index finger and began to suck it, to tongue it just as she was tonguing him. She raised her head for a moment, looking up at him.
"You taste so good," she said wonderingly. "I love the taste of you in my mouth. I want to taste your come, to drink it, to feel you spurting into my throat. I'm going to make you explode, Spike."
She straddled his leg, grinding her groin against it as she sped her movements up, sliding her mouth up and down his cock, faster and faster. His balls tightened, pulling up against his body as she caressed them then returned her hand to his shaft.
Faster and faster, tighter and tighter, tongue swirling, lips kissing and sucking, her mouth was his world and he was drowning in it. She drove him relentlessly, giving no quarter, kissing and licking and squeezing and pumping until he convulsed, tearing the blouse from the pole, and exploded into her.
She stayed on him for a moment, swallowing his come and licking his still-erect cock as though she couldn't stand to waste any of his fluids. When she raised her head, it was with a smile, and she wriggled up to lie beside him.
"Haven't you had enough yet, Spike?" she asked teasingly. The vampire smiled.
"Luv, I don't think I could ever get enough of you - though you're giving me a run for my money, I'll give you that."
She grinned. "Oh yeah? Want some more, do you?"
He growled at her flirtatious tone, kissing her passionately, roughly.
She straddled him, sliding straight onto his cock, both of them still slick from their earlier couplings.
"Fuck me, Spike. No holding back, no hanging on. I need that now."
He raised himself onto his elbows, gazing at her, at the place where their bodies joined. She raised herself off him, revealing his cock shining with their mingled juices. He sat up then lowered her onto her back, he poised above her.
"What do you want, Slayer?" he asked as he pounded himself into her. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, oh yes," she whimpered, her heated body moving up to meet his. She could feel him throbbing inside her, even as she throbbed for him. The rhythm of their bodies was the rhythm of her arousal, swelling in a wave, each stroke and thrust bringing her closer to oblivion. His thrusting was almost violent, banging their bodies together in the frenzy of their desire. She was biting him, scratching at him, dragging him into her, as thought she could hold him so tight she need never let go.
"I'm so hard," he continued, "I'm inside you and you are so hot and wet and tight. I can feel you squeezing, feel your walls moving against me as I fuck you and I don't know how I can survive this and I don't know if I want to survive this because -" he punctuated each word with a thrust - "This is as good as it gets."
They erupted together, screaming their release into the cold night air, muscles shaking as they collapsed in an intimate embrace. He reached out, groping for something to keep them warm, finding her panties where they had fallen by his jeans. Shrugging, he tucked them into his back pocket - experience had shown that the Slayer wasn't above rewriting hsitory, and if he was going to be exiled from her body he could at least have something to remind him that he had had his shot at heaven. He pulled the duster over them, holding his Slayer close, feeling her trembling abate as she relaxed into his arms. He gently kissed her hair, her head pillowed on his shoulder as he felt her relax.
--End of Part 4--
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