Summary: Rewrite of Harsh Light of Day.
Rating: NC-17
"I think this will be a lot more fun if you take these off."
Buffy's voice interrupted his carnal daydreams, and it took him a moment to focus and realize she was referring to his trousers.
"I think you're right," he said, with a smart ass grin on his face.
Although he hated having to pull his rigid shaft away from her warm little hand, he forced himself to do it, then stood up on the bed and shoved the tight denim down around his ankles.
Buffy pulled them off as he lifted one foot at a time, then threw them onto the growing pile of their discarded clothing.
Since he had an aversion to wearing any sort of underwear, there was nothing between his hard on and her eager fingers.
"Better?" he asked, caressing her hair.
She looked up at him and smiled. "All kinds of better." Taking a firm hold of him, she moved her hand slowly up and down, squeezing a little as he'd indicated he liked.
It was only a matter of moments before Spike felt the warning signs of impending climax, and he pushed her hand away before something embarrassing could occur.
Buffy looked puzzled. "Did I do something wrong? Don't you like it?"
"Hell, yes I like it," he said. Taking her hands, he lifted them and pressed a slow kiss into each soft palm, lightly touching them with his tongue. "But I almost came in your hand. That can be a lot of fun, but I'm not gonna rush through this." He gave her a lacivious wink. "There's lots more
fun to be had."
Before she could say anything in reply, Spike slipped his arms around Buffy's slender waist and turned to lower her to the mattress.
Lying down next to her, he guided her into a position where she was straddling his waist, one knee on either side of him.
He slid down on the bed beneath her, until her sex was directly over his face, then pulled her down to his hungry mouth.
Spike could tell by her reaction that this was a completely new experience for her. Sparing a brief, contemptuous thought for the two idiots who'd neglected her sexual education so shamefully, he slid his tongue up and down her cleft. Pushing it deeply inside her, he moved it around, then began slipping it in and out of her, in a simulation of intercourse.
Above him, Buffy was panting and squirming as he worked at her, gasping out little half formed words that made no sense.
When he located the sensitive button at the apex of her sex, he licked it and sucked at it, rewarded by her cries of pleasure.
He took hold of the firm cheeks of her ass, keeping her where he wanted as he ate her out, using every trick in his vast arsenal to drive her right up the fucking wall and back down again.
The kittenish sounds coming from her lips were music to him, spurring him on to make this experience everything that it could be...doing it for her.
Moving one hand down, he carefully inserted his index finger inside of the tight warmth his tongue was playing in.
A few thrusts and one last hard suck on her clit was all that was needed to bring her to a nerve shattering climax. Her hands slid into his hair, holding him tightly against her as she ground herself down on his face.
Trying not to scream loud enough to let everyone in town know what was happening to her, Buffy felt her body stiffen, then go limp as she collapsed beside him.
Spike wiped his wet face on the back of his hand as the slayer looked at him, smiling like a cream filled kitten.
Before she could say anything, he reached for her, pulling until she was stretched out on top of him.
"See how sweet you taste," he said, kissing her and sliding his tongue deeply into her mouth.
When he broke the kiss to allow her to breathe, Buffy let her head drop down on his chest. "Ooooh...my god."
He chuckled. "Did you enjoy that, kitten?"
"Enjoy," she moaned. "doesn't even begin to describe it."
Tangling his fingers in her hair, Spike made her look at him. "No one's ever done that for you before, have they?"
She shook her head. "No."
"I didn't think so," he said derisively. "Stupid fucks didn't know how important that is for a girl...that she needs that kind of attention."
Buffy grinned. "Isn't it important for a boy too?"
He smiled back. "Well, it CAN be...but we'll save that for later. Right now, there's something else I want."
"And what would that be?"
"That would be THIS." Rolling her over suddenly onto her back, he nudged her legs apart and rubbed his swollen cock against the wet heat between Buffy's thighs. "I want to be inside you...feel if your pussy is as tight as you said it is."
Buffy was just as aroused by the things he was saying as she was by his actions.
This verbal foreplay was another thing she'd not experienced with her two previous lovers. Angel had pretty much limited himself to tender vows of love, uttered over and over again. Though it had been wonderful to hear, it hadn't had the same effect that Spike's explicitly sexual comments were evoking in her.
Parker's sex talk, she now realized, wasn't even worth thinking about. He'd used a few raw words, but they'd only embarrassed her.
At the time, she'd thought it was because of her own lack of experience.
Now, she knew that it was because Parker was such a "boy", compared to Spike.
And she didn't want a boy anymore. She wanted a man. One that knew what he was doing.
No...not ' a ' man...she wanted ' this ' man. Wanted him now...the same way she'd wanted him when she'd seen him for the first time.
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She had been restless that night. Sitting in the Bronze with Xander and Willow, making stupid small talk and trying to at least look as through she was studying her French lessons.
She'd hated taking French. Hated it and resented it. When the hell was she going to need to speak French? It wasn't like she was gonna be off slaying vampires on the Champs E' lys'ees.
When she couldn't stand to sit still one more second, she and Xander had coaxed Willow out onto the dance floor. As her body had moved and pulsed with the music, she'd noticed someone standing on the
edge of the dance floor, had felt his eyes on her.
She hadn't been brave enough to stare back, but she'd purposely begun to dance a little more enticingly.
When she'd turned away, she'd heard him say something about a girl being attacked by a vampire in the alley. She'd been so pissed about being interrupted that she'd ran outside without a weapon.
After she'd dealt with yet another vamp that thought he'd be the one to bring the slayer down, Spike had stepped out of the shadows, applauding her performance.
Since she'd been too shy before, she'd taken a good long look at him, and her brain had instantly classified him as the hottest guy she'd ever seen.
After he'd issued his death threat and she'd known him for what he was, she had wanted to stamp her foot in fury. It just wasn't fair...a face and body like that belonging to a vampire. Something she
couldn't have and would probably have to kill.
No matter how many times they clashed, she'd never been able to shake that little zing of sexual attraction she'd felt for him, making it damn difficult for her to honestly want him dead.
And though she'd never admitted it to anyone, Spike had played the leading role in many of her most erotic nighttime dreams and occasional daytime fantasies.
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<Which are finally about to come true...>
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