Flat Mates

Chapter 34

She couldn't sleep. In fact she was wired. Why the hell did she tell Spike they'd wait? She wanted him NOW. She took a shower, got in comfy pajamas and ended up staring blankly at the TV while her leg bounced up and down. This was—someone knocked on her door. She rolled her eyes. She didn't want to talk to Willow at this moment in time. On the other hand, it'd give her something to do while she wasn't doing someone.

"Hey Will—" she stopped.

"I told you I go by Spike now," he told her grinning.

She launched herself into his arms and he caught her, easily hoisting her up so that her
legs wrapped around his waist. He chuckled as she dotted his face with kisses.

"I'm so glad you're here!" she exclaimed.

"I see that. I know I said I'd wait and I thought I could and we don't have to do
anything Buffy, but I just need to –"

She covered his lips with hers and kissed him hungrily. When they both needed air, she
parted. "What?"

"Hold you. I was going to tell you that I needed to hold you tonight—but fucking hell
Buffy . . . you got my motor revvin' here," he told her breathlessly and smooshed her against
the wall as he devoured her mouth with his.

She couldn't get close enough. Bodies touching, grinding against each other and it still
wasn't enough. She pushed wormed her hands between them and pushed at his jacket,
wanting it off, off off. She wanted it all OFF.

"Kitten," he slid her to the floor and caught her hands. "You don't have to."

She blinked. "You do remember that you're a guy right?"

"Oi, pet. Little below the belt there."

"That's just it Spike. I want to BE below the belt. I want below the belt IN me. Any of
this sound good to you?"

He growled and snatched her against him, hoisting her up yet again. "Perfect."

"Wait!"

He paused. "What?"

"It's your first time. Do you want to wait? I'm a little nutty right now with wanting you
and I know you probably want your first time to be special—"

He pressed an ardent kiss to her mouth; tugging her hair out of the pony she had it in.
"Buffy, it will be special because it's with you."

She leaned in and this time kissed him slowly, taking her time reacquainting herself
with his taste. This time, she pushed his jacket off slowly and started dipped her hands down,
tugging on his shirt. She lifted it slowly, caressing each patch of skin exposed and when she
finally tugged it over his head and discarded it, she placed kisses along his collar bone and
flicked each nipple with his tongue. He inhaled sharply.

Meeting his eyes, she walked him to her bed and pushed him down. He sat with a plop
and watched as she pulled her tank over her head.

"Christ Buffy, you're so bleedin' gorgeous," he whispered reverently, pulling her close
to him. He suckled on one hardened nipple and cupped the other in his hand, brushing over it
with the pad of his thumb. She moaned and dug her fingers in his hair, holding him to her.

"You taste so good, kitten," he whispered. "I want you so much, baby."

"I want you too," she replied softly. "Kick off your shoes and socks."

He obliged and when they were discarded, she nudged him to lie down. He did so, but
kept his head up, watching her. Nearly yanking his jeans off, she grinned when she saw he'd
gone commando. His erection bounced free of the confines of his jeans, weeping pre cum. She
licked it, eliciting a moan. Grinning, she took him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and
down, swirling her tongue around the head and then engulfed him once again.

"Buffy. . . Fuck that feels so good. Buffy, I want you up here, Buffy, please…"

She continued on and when she hummed around him, he exploded.

"Buffy!"

She swallowed it all down, taking him in her body, loving it because it was him and he
was all she needed and wanted. She was starting to lick him clean when he hauled her up to
him. He kissed her ravenously.

"Can you taste yourself on me?" she asked huskily.

"You're going to bleedin' kill me," he gasped. "Get up here."

"What?"

"Give me that delectable pussy, now."

"Spike, do you mean—"

He nodded, his eyes dark and glittering. "Right. Over. My. Mouth."

How was it possible that she was the experienced one here and he made HER blush?

"Want to taste you again…love your taste. . .like sugar and honey. So sweet, so mine…
"he murmured, nuzzling her neck.

She shivered and gave herself a mental shake. What the hell, she thought. Moving, she
poised herself over his mouth and held onto the bed post. The second his breath came across
her pussy, her eyes rolled. And when his tongue licked her, she trembled. She was beginning to
wonder if he'd been lying to her when he'd said he hadn't been with another woman. The
things he could do with his tongue. . . it was positively sinful. He was beating out some kind of
morse code on her clit and any second now she was going to—

"Spike!"

She came hard in his mouth and he ate her as if it were his last meal. "Mmmmm… my
Buffy," he moaned, and off like a rocket she went again. When her legs turned to Jell-O, she slid
to the side and off him. He was right there to gather her to him. Rolling so that he was on top,
he fitted himself between her legs, his already hardened erection poking at her folds.

"Can you taste yourself?" he asked and kissed her gently.

"Spike, that was –oh my god, where did you learn that?"

He smirked. "I spent a LOT of time in that bookstore."

She giggled and reached between them, grabbing his erection and stroking it.

He buried his head in her neck. "God, you're going to kill me. Do you have any idea
how long I've waited for this?"

"Tell me," she urged.

"Seems like its been ever since you took me out of that locker. No, before that. Before,
just seein' you all around school . . . You're a Goddess, you know that?"

"I love you," she whispered, kissing him fervently. "I love you so much."

"There just aren't words for how much I love you, Buffy."

She guided him inside her slowly, letting him get used to being inside a woman and
letting her get used to his size. After a few strokes, he was completely inside and she was
already ready to go off like a rocket again. When he was embedded in her, so deep inside, he
paused, just nuzzling her neck.

"You feel so good, I'm afraid to move," he told her honestly. "I've never. . . God, Buffy.."

"Slow baby, just go slow."

He started to pull out and then in, starting a slow rhythm that almost did her in. She
wrapped her legs around him and tilted her hips just a bit—oh yeah, right there, she thought.
And then he angled his hips and her eyes widened. Leave it to Spike to find her G-spot on the
first try. Her eyes rolled. "I need …" she breathed.

"What? Tell me, kitten. What do you need?"

"Faster. Harder," she grunted.

He obliged. They moved like a well oiled machine, grinding, thrusting, moving and tap, tap, tapping against her special spot. It hit her like a freight train and she bit down on his shoulder screaming into it as she came. Her walls tightening and massing his cock milked him as he roared his release, spilling himself inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, and she wound herself around him, not wanting to let him go.

He lifted his head and kissed her slowly, deeply.

She looked up at him lovingly, swiping the perspiration from his forehead off. "Did I happen to mention how glad I am you came over tonight?"