New Beginnings

New Beginnings

New Beginnings

 
Part 16
Rated
NC-17 
(ie: away,
kiddies.  If you ask nice, I'll write the PG-13 version)
 

 
“Dontyouwantme?” 
The air silenced.  Two creatures stared at each other, motionless. 
She, afraid of the answer.  He,
in a quandary as to what she was talking about.


 


“What
kind of bloody question is that?!”


 


The
force of his answer startled her, and she flinched.


 


“You
never touch me.  You never look at
me with desire.  You never respond
to my advances.  But then again, if
you did, and we made love, I’m afraid you’d leave me anyhow.  So, to tell you the truth, I don’t know what to think of
what to do.”


 


A
pale finger landed across her lips  “Did
anyone ever tell you you think too much?” 
At that, the finger was replaced with his lips.


 


**************


 


His
kiss had never been filled with so much need and desire. 
It was if he couldn’t possibly get close enough to her. 
But then again, Buffy responded to his lips in the exact same fashion.  It had been weeks since she came to the conclusion that she
didn’t hate Spike, but actually found something inside him that completed her
life somehow.  She rarely allowed
her desire for him to surface out of fear of the unknown and he avoided sexual
encounters with her out of fear of betraying her trust. 
It was now becoming quite clear that they had both been incredibly
foolish.  Every morsel of longing
was now coming to the surface as both of their previous reservations were
crushed in just one brief conversation.


 


Even
though she still worried about the past repeating itself with regards to her sex
life, the feel of Spike’s hands on her waist punted the thought right out of
her head and into a different dimension.  His
fingers squeezed her as he tried desperately to get closer. 
Their kiss quickly mounted into a fury of tongues and lips, both with a
building desire for more. 
 


Spike’s
hands dared not roam far from her waist.  This
served only to frustrate her, so Buffy pushed his hands up to her breasts. 
The moan of delight from him forced a little smile to her lips.


 


Spike
couldn’t believe what was happening.  All
the days he lay in his crypt, dreaming about touching, tasting and having his
golden Slayer…it was now a reality.  Only
this was better than he had imagined.  She really did love him. 
It had taken months.  It had
been a long and lonely road for him.  It
had taken her death to bring about this wondrous change in their lives. 
Just the reality of this moment was enough to make him hard as a rock. 
His erection ached uncomfortably,gingging for release.  He stroked her breasts none to delicately, knowing that that
would only serve to frustrate her.  It
was not long before he tore away her dress and ripped her bra off, slamming the
pieces of clothing to the floor.


 


Spike
broke their kiss, and backed off to gaze at his love.  She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. 
And she was his.  Once again, his penis ached to belong inside of her.


 


Buffy
felt herself grow wet under his undaunting gaze.  Never the patient one, she awkwardly removed his tuxedo
jacket, then ripped the dress shirt off his body. 
A small
growl emanated from Spike as he shook his messed up hair back into place then
dove to lick her beautiful breasts.  It
had been too long for both of them, making their excitement more tangible and
explosive.


 


Buffy
grabbed his head and pulled it back up to hers, then kissed him with renewed
fervor.  Her hands wandered down his
chest, feeling his hard muscles and smooth pale skin.  How many times had she stared at him getting dressed, wanting
to touch that body?  Wanting to be
swept away by its feel?


 


As
her warm, soft hands made their way down to the button on his pants, he felt
himself flush with desire and before they knew it, they were tearing off each
others pants and undergarments.  The
smell of sexual excitement suddenly saturated the air in that banquall.all. 
Spike roughly lifted his Buffy off the ground and slammed her down onto
the long table at the front of the room.  She
closed her eyes, expecting to feel his body between her legs and laying heavy on
top of her, but the next thing she felt was a cool tongue beg for entrance to
her soaked core.  Her legs opened a
bit further and he immediately took the invitation, much as he had done with her
last invitation to her house.  Spike
dre a l a large amount of air, breathing in her scent. 
He had smelled her sexual desire several times, mostly after she had been
around Angel or Riley.  But now,
that smell was a result of his effect on her. 
Him.  Not some other man. 
It was now him who drove her to this private place. 
He licked her in long, sensual strokes, reveling in the look on her face
and the groans of approval coming from her throat. 
It did not take long before he found the spot that she had been waiting
for him to touch.  When he began to
suck on the little fold, she grabbed the edges of the table and nearly screamed
in pleasure. 


 


“No,
Spike.  I want you in me, now!”


 


“As
you wish, precious.”  Buffy felt
him pull away from her then immediately saw his smiling face with a touch of
evilness.  Before she knew it, he
was deep inside of her and it was at that moment she felt what it really meant
to be whole.


 


***


 


“No,
Spike.  I want you in me, now!”


 


“As
you wish, precious.”  Spike pulled
away from her sweetness, the place only he was allowed to enter, then
immediately positioned himself between her fit legs, smiling with a touch of
evilness.  Before he knew it, he was deep inside of her and it was at
that moment that he felt what it really meant to be whole.
 
Spike
entered her over and over, striving to get just a little closer to her. 
Each thrust of his well muscled hips left him somewhat unsatisfied, as if
he could never get close enough.  He
knew she felt it too, for she drove herself harder and harder onto his body each
time.
 


Buffy
finally discovered what a real match for her could be like. 
Spike did not hold back on her as Angel had – afraid to crack the
delicate porcelain doll.  She did
not have to refrain from using all her strength and passion as she had with
Riley – afraid to damage his all too human body. 
This was different.  She was
putting all she had into pleasuring herself and her mate, knowing full well that
in the end, they would be covered in bruises. 
The thought of their bodies, exhausted and damaged, was strangely
exciting to her.


 


In
the midst of their lovemaking, a muffled knock became evident. 
Neither knew for how long the racket had been going on, but now it was
accompanied by a voice…a voice that Spike swore to silence forever if it did
not shut up.


 


“Buffy? 
Are you in there?  It’s time for Anya to throw the bouquet.”


 


Buffy
slowed her minstrations long enough to look at Spike’s expression. 
Her eyes were half open and her lips were red and swollen.


 


“Come
on!  I can hear you breathing. 
Now get out here before Giles decides to get you himself.”


 


Buffy
let her head fall on his shoulder and she muttered, “Oh, bloody hell.” 
Spike forced himself to overcome his heightened erotic state, smiling a
little grin with her use of his phrasing.  He
then thrust into her one last time before pulling away, kissing her forehead,
then walking off to gather her clothes.


 


Just
as Willow was about to bang on the large cherry door once more, it opened,
expelling two very mussed up people, one of whom was breathing heavily. 
Her eyes followed them closely as they scurried past her and toward the
reception.


 


“Um,
Spike?”


 


The
vampire with bed hair turned, “Yeah?”


 


“Your
tie is sticking out of your pants.”


 


“Bloody
wonderful!” he exclaimed as he yanked it out, then discarded it to the side.


 

To Be Continued