Patrolling-Schmatrolling

CHAPTER 3

The ground was damp with the distinct, fresh smell of pine needles. It didn't matter. They didn't notice. Groping hands and hungry lips searched and touched, caressed and tasted at a ravenous pace. They were eating forbidden fruit for which they, no doubt, would be punished one day ... but not today.

Buffy lay on top of Spike making a trail of kisses down his smooth, cool chest, stopping only to tease one of his nipples. There was a sweetness to his skin she didn't understand, but it made her hungrier for him, and she lingered at the spot just over his unbeating heart, tracing the pattern of his ribs with her tongue.

Spike's hands were lost in her hair, the golden mane that he had dreams about, quiet moans reverberating from him as she teased and tasted him. He couldn'lievlieve this was happening. He couldn't believe it was happening AGAIN. His cock was still hard and buried deeply inside her, unmoving. It was just there, surrounded and squeezed by those strong Slayer muscles that were holding him firmly in place almost painfully. "How was she doing this, all of this? And why?" He pushed " ou" out of his mind. "Don't think, Spike."

She lifted up a little, letting him slide from her stopping at the very tip where she hung on, contracted and then plunged down onto him again. He gasped, though he had no breath, and she loved that. She loved that she surprised him with what she could do. She loved that she could do these things and not feel inhibited about it. She wanted to let go, to let everything go and just feel. Feel him. Feel herself. And not feel .... so alone. Something about him kept her from feeling alone, having him inside her filled her with moran jan just the throbbing ache of passion. There was more, she just didn't understand what it was, and tonight was not the time to analyze and dissect it. Tonight was for ... him and her and them.

She laid back down, her hot, moist chest atop his, and they just remained there silently for a few moments. Neither one of them moved, as if when they did, the spell would be broken and they would have to fight again. She slid her hands down his sides causing him to shiver a littrom rom the tickling sensation. When she felt his jeans still on him, she lifted off of him, a whimper of disappointment escaping from both of them. Slipping down between his thighs, she tugged at his jeans, him lifting a little to help. She stopped at his knees when the reluctant denim caught on his boots. She smiled up at him out of the side of her mouth and stood up, turning her back to him exposing her magnificently round and naked backside. Bending over, she lifted one of his feet and, loosening the laces around the heavy boot trying to pull it off. It didn’t' budge. Spike decided to help, by placing his other foot on her ass and pushing just enough that with her pulling it came flying off. She tossed it on the pile of her clothes and went for the other boot. The toes of his now bare foot traced up the back of her thigh before planting on her left cheek to help with the second boot. She looke him him over her shoulder and smiled. It was a devastating smile that would have taken Spike's breath away, if he'd had any to take.

The second boot gone, she grabbed the bottom of both legs of his jeans and with one clean jerk sent them hurling almost ten feet away. Giggling at that she slowly turned back toward him. She was magnificent, standing there between his ankles naked from the waist down and with her blouse open blowing slightly in the breeze making a peek-a-boo game with her firm, round breasts. Her hair waved in the breeze as she looked down at him and he realized they were both amazed at the beauty of the other.

On the ground with his torn shirt and no pants, Spike was striking. His skin was like moonlight against the black of his duster, his blonde hair all mussed, and those blue eyes that seemed to reflect a sunlit sky. She had never seen this in him before, the beauty of him. It took her by surprise, and it moved her, the wetness betweer thr thighs making it's presence known to her, and from his expression, to him as well.

She knelt between his knees, her arms at her sides and watched him watch her. And still, neither one of them spoke. Her fingertips found their way to his knees, one hand on each, and with her nails she traced up the top of his thighs to his hipbones. His eyes remained focused on her face, just her face, only faltering when she reached the top and he closed them for just a moment as she reached his lower abdomen, gasping another unneeded breath. Spurred on by him, she took her nails in the opposite direction, then turning her hands over and letting her palm and fingers feel their way up his inner thighs until they reached the tuft of curls that protected his groin. She twirled hengerngers there for a moment as she broke her gaze from him and admired his large, thick organ, still glistening from her own juices. It made her smile and it made her eager to touch and explore him more. She saw it twitch beneath her watchful eye and she smiled back up into his face.

He had absolutely no idea what she was going to do next. The exquisite feeling of her fingertips and nails and palms on his body were almost unbearable in the surge of want it drew from him. He could hardly stand not being inside her, wanting to throw her onto her back and plunge himself deeply into her again and again. But he also saw the need for patience here. She was curiously exploring him and he didn't want to break that spell or her focus. She could just as easily change her mind and stake him, or, in this vulnerable position, worse!

With a mischievous grin up at him, she dipped her head between his thighs and slowly, licked him from the very bottom of his sack up the shaft to the very tip of his cock, letting her tongue dance around the now exposed tip and dip inside the tiny slit there. If he had a heart, it would have stopped. She stayed there, watching to to see his reaction before taking him fully into her mouth and sliding all the way down to the hilt, swallowing just once to tighten and caress him in her throat. A guttural cry of intense pleasure reverberated throughout him, and she lifted her eyes just enough to see the expression on his face. Ultimate joy. It was unmistakable ... and she was thrilled. She took three more long, slow strokes with him in her mouth when he rose slightly and reached for her.

She wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but she could tell he did not want her to stop. She relaxed and waited for him to guide her, as he moved his hands through her hair and onto her shoulders. He pressed lightly with his left hand, urging her to move to one side, so without removing her mouth, she climbed over his right leg and felt his right hand slide down her back and over her rump, cupping it underneath. His touch felt so good, but he wasn't through, he wanted more than that, as was obvious when he cupped her on the right side and began guiding her closer to him until her knees were next to his torso. She removed her mouth from him and looked over her shoulder at him curiously. He chuckled quietly, having forgotten she didn't exactly have a wealth of intimate experiences. "It's okay, pet. Don't stop," and he punctuated it with a smile full of desire.

As she took him in her mouth once again, he took her left leg and straddled her across his chest so that she had one knee on either side of his ribcage. There before him were the velvet petals of the most beautiful rose he had ever seen, her soft folds wet and swollen and ready for him like a flower beckoning the sun to bless it with a kiss. He inhaled the scent of her arousal and could hardly contain himself. His long, thick tongue began to explore her outer folds as he gently drew them into his mouth. Buffy gave a quiet squeal at the first unexed ted touch and then dissolved into whimpers of pleasure as he began to lick and suck her. She replied in kind, pulling and sucking him in a matched pace. He plunged his tongue into her depths, rolling it and pulsing into her, making her moan around his throbbing cock. It was too wonderful.

His probing hand moved up her thighs to her rear end and caressed both cheeks in slow circles before trailing up her back and then down to her sides, just feeling the swell of her breasts pressed against his stomach. His tongue never stopped teasing and tracing and circling her opening and around her clit, making her squirm in want. She began to pant, pumping her sweet mouth up and down him in time, moaning as he worked his magic on her. He felt himself about to cum, holding on as long as he could to the torture of her tongue and lips and just as he reached that edge, sucked her clit deeply into his mouth, tapping lightly it with his tongue.

They odedoded together in a mass of moans, neither wanting to release the other from the ecstasy and thus prolonging them both. Wave after wave of pleasure blinded Buffy while at the same time Spike contracted and emptied himself into her throat. She swallowed each time she felt him spurt into her, pulling him further in and making each contraction another jolt of incredible pleasure. When they could take no more, they simultaneously collapsed, gently removing their mouths from the others' now overly sensitive throbs as they panted and sighed into one another. Spike noticed his chest was covered with her juices and he breathed deep her scent once more. She was delicious, even more so now.

When they had both relaxed a few moments, Spike tenderly pushed her legs to one side and pulled her face to his, covering her mouth with his kiss, each of them tasting themselves on the other.

She murmured into his mouth, "oh my god ... that was ..."

"Incredible? Indeed it was, luv," and he kissed her firmly again, drawing her tongue into his mouth and sucking it gently.

When the kiss was ended, they rested for a moment, Buffy nestling her head into Spike's neck, breathing him into her lungs and then relaxing into him again. Both of their bodies seemed to be humming with the afterglow of passion, and Spikes arms encircled her, holding her to him as they both drifted off contentedly there on the exposed flof tof the woods.