Buffy gasped at the feel of Spike's rough tongue making a wet trail up the column of her throat. Then she giggled, swatting at him.
“Spike...” she trailed off.
“Cor, luv, I don't think I could handle this much longer,” he groaned. “Do we really 'ave to wait until after the wedding?” he complained, undoing her belt buckle before slamming his hips into hers.
The Slayer nearly melted into his arms, pouting at how unfair he was being. “Well, you drive a hard bargain,” she giggled, “but it really is important to me that we wait, honey.”
Spike sighed, not unhappily, taking a whiff of her scent as he melted against her affectionately instead of the state of built up lust he'd been in before. It always amazed her to watch him gather up his self-control.
“I love you,” she gushed.
“I love you,” he purred back, kissing her soundly on the mouth. He leered at her. “What about some heavy petting?”
She squealed. “I love me some heavy petting!”
Which was how they'd ended up at a crypt in the middle of Restfield Cemetery, Spike suckling on her breast as she writhed wantonly on his lap.
“Baby...” she moaned.
“Mmmm,” he sighed happily, squeezing her ass through the fabric of her jeans.
She sighed, too, against his mouth. She squealed when he sucked on her tongue. Buffy withdrew, her cheeks a rosy tint. “What if we...” She blushed harder, if it was at all possible.
“What if we what, luv?” he asked, leering at her. He slid down her body, tonguing her belly button as he pushed her slacks down her legs.
Buffy gasped, arching into his mouth. “What if we... What if we don't fit?”
He pulled back to frown at her. “What, luv?”
“I-I've felt you before, a-and... What if it's too big?” She blushed, lowering her gaze.
He grinned. “Well, we'll just have to see how we fit, then.”
She gasped in excitement. “We don't have to go all the way! We could just...”
In a blur, they scrambled to remove all their clothing. Buffy kissed Spike lovingly, pushing him back to lie down on the sarcophagus in the middle of the room. She stared at his bulging erection nervously before straddling him, the bell of his cock kissing the apex of her thighs.
He smirked at her. “Well, what're you waitin' for then, luv?”
“We won't actually have sex,” she said unconvincingly, her fair features pinched with a rosy hue.
“Right. Jus' makin' sure,” he murmured, his smirk growing.
Buffy slowly lowered herself onto the head of his cock, gasping as she felt him fill her, stretch her to completion. Spike sucked in his breath as she lowered herself inch by inch, blowing it out slowly as she sank onto him fully and squeezed around his wide girth.
“Great!” she squealed. “We fit!” She wriggled.
He grinned, his eyes nearly crossing. “That we do, luv.”
“Now I'll just—” She lifted off of him to slide him out, but found herself doubling over at how good it felt. She squeezed her muscles around him on accident, causing him to hiss and piston his hips upward.
Her eyes widened.
He grinned.
And then suddenly their hips were meeting in a frenzy, Buffy sighing and gasping at the electric feel of him filling her, stretching her, stroking her sensitive flesh.
“Spike...” she gasped.
He didn't answer. He was too busy helplessly watching his golden goddess writhe on his lap. He suddenly stayed her hips only to smirk and look deeply into her eyes as he flipped her over onto her back.
Buffy gasped. “Cold!”
Spike chuckled. “Sorry, luv.” He withdrew from her heat to bend and pick up his duster from the floor, situating it on the lid of the sarcophagus before lying her back down.
“We were supposed to wait,” she said with a pout as he returned to her.
“An' who's fault is that, wantin' to see if we'll fit?” He tsked at her, settling in between her legs. “Hahhhh,” he moaned, slowly sinking his cock back home. “Cor, luv, m'sort of glad we didn't. You feel amazing.”
Buffy gathered him into her arms and giggled, switching her hips underneath him.
Spike moaned again, lifting one of her legs and throwing it over his shoulder. He gasped. Buffy gasped harder. “Do you feel sorry, luv?” he murmured, cupping her cheek and pressing a kiss to her chin.
Suddenly realization slipped over them like a fog. Before Buffy could remark on anything, she couldn't help but zero in on the sensation of being stretched underneath him, a loving hand on her face and the other caressing her hip.
She screwed up her face and gasped, “My fault.”
Spike couldn't help but laugh, all his discomfort melting away. “That it was, Slayer,” he chuckled. “This was indeed your bright idea.” He closed his eyes and littered her chin with tiny, soft kisses. “Now, are you gonna let us continue or...?”
Buffy whimpered. “This is...”
“Wrong?” he gasped, surging his hips against hers. “Please, Slayer. Make a decision.”
Buffy pouted. “No fair.”
“What?” he murmured, nibbling on her lower lip.
“Saying please,” she said, looking into his eyes as he dared to press his lips to hers. “Demons aren't supposed to say please.”
The smile he gave her took her breath away. “Please... Buffy.”
She kissed him, squeezing her legs around his waist. He moaned and resumed his thrusts, scratching his fingernails along her scalp as he carded his fingers through her hair. It was her turn to plead when she found him taking his sweet time sinking his cock inside and withdrawing so slowly her head had begun to spin. She tried to incite a faster pace with quick movements of her hips, but he pegged her down with calloused hands, tracing her hipbones with the pads of his thumbs.
“Spike!” she nearly sobbed.
“Wanna make this last,” he murmured. “Who knows when I'll get to make love to you again, Buffy.”
The Slayer gasped at the naked emotion in his eyes. She submitted bodily to him, burying her head in his chest as he languidly circled his hips. He whimpered as she nipped at his chest, his lips finding her hair.
Buffy suddenly felt overcome with emotion as he kissed her softly, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, grinding the head of his cock into her cervix. She sobbed, a wave of affection coursing through her at the mere feel of her breasts flattening against his chest. She hungered to feel him everywhere at once, taking his hands and directing them to slide all over her body, tangling his legs with her own before clinging them tightly around his slim hips. He kissed her so gently her heart felt like it would explode.
Spike withdrew, rolling her onto her stomach and peppering her shoulders with open-mouthed kisses. She whimpered and gasped, rearing her hips to seek out his erection. He moved her hair to one side and traced his fingertips down her ribs, sliding his cock in from behind. They both gasped at the tight fit, the vampire purring as he cupped her breasts and flicked her nipples with his thumbs.
“Spike...” she moaned.
“Squeeze,” he whispered in her ear.
They both cried out as she tightened around his cock.
“Yeah! Fuck!” he hissed. “Don't stop, luv. Please.”
She continued to squeeze around him as he moved inside, his balls hitting her clit as they wriggled fervently against one another.
“Don't stop,” she moaned huskily.
“God, m'never gonna be able to,” he swore. “Kept thinkin' of doin' this in your weddin' gown. Bunchin' up the frill an' lace round your hips an' I'd bury my face in your ass, taste you comin' in my mouth...”
“Spike!” Buffy sobbed, writhing against him. “Spike...”
“Yeh, an' you'd call my name out jus' like that, an' I'd undo my belt and trousers an' sink my cock in without even thinkin' of removin' the rest of my tuxedo...”
Buffy bit her lip to stop herself from crying out, wanting to hear more.
“My sweet girl,” he groaned. “My bride.”
The Slayer melted around him and came. Tears streamed down her face at the feel of him twitching inside of her, his soft gasps against her ear.
Spike froze at the scent of her tears. “Slayer?”
She didn't answer, hurriedly swiping at her face.
“Did I hurt you?”
“N-No, I just...” She buried her face in her hands, the recognition of what she'd done and who she'd done it with falling on her like a curtain.
The vampire withdrew from her heat, climbing off the sarcophagus to give her space. She was such a tiny slip of a girl, this Slayer. But he knew her strength, and of course her returning memories. He could not help but place a hand on her shoulder, gently caressing.
“Buffy?”
Emotions warred inside her as she flinched. She simultaneously wanted to give in to his touch and push him off. Damn Willow!
Ignoring her silence, he took his duster from the sarcophagus and gently laid it over her.
“Stop,” she sobbed. “Spike--”
A cold mask had settled over his features, if not for him then for her. “Let's get you home, Slayer.”
They dressed quickly. Buffy was the first one out the door, still wiping at her tears. Spike followed safely behind, and he watched her from the pavement as she climbed her porch steps.
“Buffy,” he called.
She whipped around, her eyes red and her nose swollen.
“I need to know,” he begged. “Did I hurt you?”
The Slayer lowered her eyes and shook her head. “No. Y-You were tender and... You--” Tears collected in her eyes.
He stepped forward. “Luv, I--”
She shook her head again violently. “I just can't believe Willow did this.”
Understanding blanketed him. “Will you be alright? Do you...” He paused. “Do you want me to stay?”
Buffy took a deep breath. Spike, offering to stay. Her life was just getting funnier and funnier. “Maybe on the couch?” she asked in a small voice.
He smiled a genuine smile. “I'll do that, yeah.”
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
Rabbit_moon1
12/23/16 01:12 pm
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AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
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