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| In Omne Tempus - Forever In Your Eyes by Holly (0 Reviews) | | - abc + + |  | | | Chapter Nineteen
Forever In Your Eyes
Spike released the breath he’d been holding as Buffy shoved him back to her bed, a womanly, hungry look in her eyes. The sight was enough to make his frozen blood boil—the expression on her face was so intent, he felt the flames of his own demise licking his insides. Gone completely from the girl he had known just a short time ago; he’d made Buffy into a woman. And she was learning to take what she wanted.
She tore his shirt off, and before he could get a word in—teasing or otherwise—her hot, perfect mouth dropped to his chest, pressing wet ardent kisses into his skin. She was moving over his denim-clad erection in long, womanly strokes, and she was driving him out of his mind.
“Oh God.”
He felt her smile against him. “You like?”
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?”
Unwinding him completely—that was what she was doing. He’d been kissed before, but not like this. Not to the degree where he felt certain every part of him was on fire. When every brush of her lips against his skin made his body tremble with the wealth of adoration she fed him.
“I’m finding out what you like,” she murmured, her fingers dancing over his abdomen, dangerously nearing the throbbing predicament in his trousers. “Finding out what you…what I can do for you to make you feel good.”
God, her words haunted him. Teased him. He remembered her asking, but knowing that she actually wanted to please him made everything different. Made everything real.
This wasn’t returning the favor. This was her feeling for him pouring through, and it touched him in ways he couldn’t even begin to fathom.
“I said…tomorrow.”
“Yes. It’s after midnight.” She nipped at one of his nipples. “It’s tomorrow.”
There was reverence in her tone that hadn’t been there before. The words he’d spoken not ten minutes ago hazed around him, and he knew with sudden certainty exactly what she was doing, and why.
“Buffy,” he choked, hissing as his eager cock sprang into her waiting grasp. “You don’ have to…not because I said—”
“I want to. I wanted to before we went to bed.” He watched her adoringly, the warm haven of her touch coiled around his shaft, pumping him steadily. She was watching the movements of her hand with mixed fascination and embarrassment, which charmed him even more. She was so innocent, and that wasn’t betrayed by her girlish pursuit of him. Her eyes swallowed his cock with almost unbearable intensity. He grew harder simply by having her silent appraisal. By having her study the movements of her hand hungrily, wringing moans from his throat without even realizing it.
“Buffy…”
“I’ve never seen one before.”
“One?”
“Your…” Rouge tinted her cheeks. “I’ve never seen…”
He arched a brow. He already knew to never pass up a good opportunity to turn her a deeper shade of red, despite his eagerness to see her bashfulness cast aside. “A dick?”
It worked. Her flush deepened. “No.”
A grin tickled his lips. “Yeh? Not even in books or dirty films?”
“Well, you know my whole sordid history, don’t you?”
His grin broadened.
“I don’t watch those movies.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m just saying, I had some idea of what they looked like…if that’s what you’re asking.” She tentatively touched his sensitive head, and a long groan tumbled through his throat. A groan that grew louder when she withdrew her hand and looked at him with wide, imploring eyes. “Does that hurt?”
“Fuck no. Do it again.”
“You sounded hurt.”
“Buffy, please.”
She bit her lip and touched him again, watching his face hesitantly as he released another long, unconstrained whimper.
“I didn’t know they stood up like that when they got…” She avoided his eyes. “Hard.”
“An’ you’ve made it this far through public school how?”
“Hey!”
He merely smiled. Truth be told, her questions and observations charmed him. The less she knew of the male anatomy in her pre-Spike years—the ones she didn’t know about—the better.
“Well…how was I supposed to know?” she replied defiantly. “I didn’t exactly get to any base with my past…and I say this loosely…boyfriends.”
He growled.
“Loosely!”
He huffed and licked his lips, watching her small hand as she stroked him fervently, almost unaware of her actions as she spoke.
“It looks kinda funny.”
Spike’s eyes narrowed. “Careful, sweets,” he said lowly. “A man’s manhood is nothin’ to be taken lightly.”
“I don’t mean in a bad way,” she assured him. “I like it. I just haven’t seen one, and I guess I thought they’d look different.”
“Uh huh. How so?”
“Smaller?” she offered, blushing again as though realizing that they were still talking about his cock as she pumped the hard length of him. “And not quite so…stick-uppy.”
Spike grinned. “Not bad, though?”
“No…” There was a flicker of hunger in her eyes that had him moaning all over again. “Not bad.”
Her attentions to his cock were becoming more boisterous. That small hand of hers worked magic on him. He’d never felt so lost in anything—anyone. Like he was on the verge of losing the entirety of his being, but he didn’t fear the fall. Buffy didn’t claw. She didn’t grab him by the balls and use her sex to bend him to her will. She did nothing of the sort. She was soft and warm and loving, and he would never get enough of her.
Her timid fingers ran up the length of his cock, brushing gently against his head. He melted into another whimper, and thrust needily into her hand. “Buffy…god, baby, please.”
“What do you need?”
“You.”
She blushed and grinned but shook her head. “Spike—”
“I answered honestly.”
“What do you like?”
“You,” he said again, eyes twinkling. “I like you very much.”
“What do you want me to do for you?” Buffy looked at him imploringly. “Please, Spike, I wanna know what you like. What I can do to make you feel good. I’m…” She glanced down. “I don’t know if you…I’ve heard stories and stuff, about…” Her eyes dropped shyly to his erection, and her skin flushed redder. “I just don’t know what I’ll do that you’ll like.”
“I like anything.”
“Spike…”
He felt dirty. Vile. He was the murderer of hundreds, but he couldn’t fathom tainting her with his nasty fantasies. What did he want? He wanted that gorgeous mouth of hers wrapped around his cock, deep-throating him into oblivion. He wanted the feel of her velvet tongue against his skin, lapping at his head, suckling at his balls as she fingered herself. He wanted to see her hand buried in her sweet little quim as she sucked him off. He wanted to tunnel his fingers through her hair and hold her to him as he fucked her mouth, and he wanted to empty himself in her throat.
But he didn’t. As potent as his desires were, he wouldn’t degrade her by asking. By putting a name to his desires. He knew all too well the views of women when it came to blowjobs, and he didn’t want her to ever resent him for what he wanted. Despite his yearnings, simply touching her was enough. Feeling her hand wrapped around him was the sweetest solace he’d ever known. He loved her too much to ask for anything more.
And amazingly, she read his mind.
“Spike, I want to know. I don’t care what it is.” She paused shyly. “Do you want my mouth on you?”
He whimpered and drove his hips forward. “Christ, Buffy!”
“I’ll do it.”
“Oh, God.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“Buffy, I—oh fuck!”
Her tongue wrapped around his head, suckling sweetly. She was nervous. He could hear her heart pounding, the thunder of her pulse as it raced through her veins. She was a goddess. His hot, fiery goddess. And he was lost in her.
“Buffy,” he moaned, thrusting into her mouth before he could help himself. “So hot.”
“Is this okay?”
He nodded fervently, releasing a choked sob. “Oh God!”
“Spike…”
“So good. Buffy, please…” Spike threw his head back and whimpered. “Please…need your hot mouth.”
She brushed a tender kiss across the head of his cock, and he nearly yelped. “Tell me what to do,” she murmured. “Please…I wanna—”
“T-take me into your mouth,” he pleaded. “Need you. Oh God, Buffy, I need you so much.”
Her lips slid over his head once more, venturing down the hard length of him tentatively, her eyes remained on his face, her small hand circling the base of his erection and squeezing gently. He threaded his fingers through her hair, thrusting only slightly deeper into her. God, she felt wonderful. So good. She was nervous, but her inexperience charmed him. If anything, the knowledge that he was the only man who had or ever would know this bliss made the act itself even more sacred than before. Heightened it to euphoric levels that he had never before fathomed.
Buffy murmured around him, bobbing her head experimentally, venturing a bit more of him into her mouth with every drive.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so hot,” he gasped, arching into her. “So perfect.”
“Mmm…”
“Such a sweet li’l mouth.” He hazarded a glance at her and nearly lost himself. “Buffy…please.”
She looked at him.
“My…” The request felt so vulgar. She was giving him something precious, and he had the audacity to want more. “Please…”
Buffy’s lips left him completely, and he bit the impulse to cry out in protest. “What is it?” she asked, her hand pumping him rhythmically in the absence of her mouth. “Please tell me. I wanna know.”
God, she really did. She wanted to know how to please him. She’d been saying the words for a while now, but only at that moment did he actually hear them. She wanted to know how to bring him pleasure. How to make him feel the way he made her feel. The notion itself was enough to make him fall over the edge. No one in all his years had ever made an attempt to know his body like this. Know what he liked, what he didn’t like, and actually care for him and his needs beyond what he could do for whoever was sharing his bed.
Drusilla, obviously. Always Drusilla. Their sex life had been all about her, and because he’d believed himself in love, he’d allowed it.
Buffy was giving him something he hadn’t known to want. All at once, he felt like a virgin clinging desperately to his last strands of control.
“Spike—”
“My balls,” he gasped. “Please.”
She flushed and he about lost it again as her eyes shyly lowered once more to his sac. She cupped him with her free hand, testing the weight of him in her palm, and licked her lips before raising her gaze to his once more. “You want my mouth there?” she asked softly. “Or—”
“Your mouth.”
Buffy reddened even deeper but lowered her head once more, and suckled his sensitive skin between her teeth. The hand wrapped around his cock remembered itself after a few seconds, and began pumping him ardently once more, her thumb caressing his sensitive slit with every lap.
“Ahhh…” Spike screwed his eyes shut as she bathed him with her tongue. He would have to redefine ecstasy after this. The cold, lonely nights of watching her from afar were over. After so many years, he was where he needed to be. He had the touch he craved with more feeling than he’d ever thought possible. He had everything.
He had Buffy.
“Buffy—”
She glanced up. He wrapped his own hand around his cock and directed it back into her mouth. For a minute, he thought he might have offended her for the way she paused and looked at him questioningly. That thought died just as easily. She graced him with a small, saucy smile, and took his length back into her haven, resuming the natural rhythm she’d been perfecting before his request.
Watching her suck him off was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. The way her eyes remained on him, careful, curious, unaware of how much every move she made reverberated through his entire being. How effortlessly she drove him crazy.
“God, I love you,” he sighed.
Awe filled her eyes, and for a minute, he thought she might cry.
It was that look that did it for him. That look that sent him over the edge.
“Buffy, I’m gonna…stop!”
Not the best thing to scream. Her lips froze around him in confusion and shades of hurt. Spike cursed inwardly, drew in a deep breath, and jerked his cock out of her cavern, fisting her linen sheets and coming hard in the fabric that wasn’t nearly as warm and welcoming as her mouth had been. It seemed to last forever—that split second of paradise. In a room that smelled of her, tasted of her, with her juices still flavoring his throat from earlier that night and his cock warm with the feel of her, he knew he had touched the hand of God.
It was just a wonder he hadn’t burst into flames in the process.
His body positively hummed as he fell back to earth. Back into the Slayer’s bed, with Buffy snuggling up beside him. Back to the place he belonged.
“Spike?”
He grinned, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the post-coitus basking. “Baby?”
“Are…” Her voice was small, fragile, and wiped the smile off his lips immediately. “Was that…did I do okay?”
Spike’s eyes flew open and he looked at her. There was such uncertainty buried in her gaze, and though he didn’t know his crime, he was ready to place his head on the chopping block for ever making her doubt herself.
“Buffy…that was bloody brilliant. I’ve never felt anythin’ like it. I mean it.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, frowning when she didn’t look convinced. “Why would you—”
“You pulled away. I just thought…maybe I’d done something wrong, and—”
Fuck.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He cupped her cheeks and drew her mouth to his, kissing her worries away. “I did it because I din’t think you’d…you’d never done that before, an’ I din’t wanna…most girls don’ like swallowin’. It was your firs’ time, an’ I wasn’t about to take advantage of that by—”
“I wanted to.”
There was no way she could know what that meant, but the notion, the innocent sincerity behind her words, had him hard and ready to go. “Buffy—”
“I wanted to. You…for me, you did—”
“There’s a difference. I like doin’ it, an’ I’ve done it before.” He flinched when she flinched. Bloody careless git. “I only mean—”
“I know what you mean. I just…” Her eyes averted to the few inches of mattress that separated them. “It was good, though?” she asked a minute later. “You really liked it?”
“Buffy, you took me to the stars an’ back, an’ I still landed next to a goddess.” He smiled and kissed her lips again. “Please don’ get upset. I din’t wanna ruin it for you. It was…you have no idea what you jus’ gave me.”
A few seconds passed, then she smiled in relief. “Good.”
He waggled his brows. “I’ll say.”
“I wanted to make sure you know that you’re my guy. I know I don’t have a lot as far as experience goes—”
“Stop right there. You’re perfect.”
It was her innocence that charmed him. Had she been sexually active before he staked his claim on her, what had happened here, as well as all that had happened between, them wouldn’t have meant nearly as much. Not to him, anyway. He knew there were women who had a lot more practice, but not more to offer. Buffy was everything he wanted, or would ever need from life. He was with her now, as she explored her newfound sexuality, and he would be there at the end when they were shagging like bunnies, pushing each other to physical and emotional plateaus that poets only dreamed about.
If he feared dust now, he couldn’t wait for the burn she’d give him down the road.
“Perfect? Hardly.”
He caught her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. “Believe it.”
Then he was kissing her, rolling over until her body was under his. Her warm, inviting skin teasing his fingers, the steady hum of her pulse crying out for his fangs.
“Spike—”
He sank his blunt teeth into her neck. “Ah, ah, ah. I’ve had mine. Your smell is drivin’ me batty. ‘S your turn, now.”
A shiver ran through her body. “I’ve already had my turn.”
“An’ I’ve had mine. We’re back to you, kitten.” Spike glanced up, eyes dancing. “That’s the way it works.”
“So you get a turn after this?”
Her camisole flew to the ground, eager hands palming her breasts. “Love the sentiment, but if I’m gonna be a responsible mate, I gotta make sure you get your rest.”
“I wanna give you a turn!”
“Had it.” He licked at her nipples. “’S yours now.” He glanced up, chuckling deeply at the look on her face. “Get used to it, pet. I don’ quit until I win.”
That sparked a fire behind her gaze.
“Oh really?”
Her legs scissored around his waist, and the next thing he knew, she’d flipped him over and was astride his hips, pinning his wrists to the mattress and drawing him into a heated kiss.
Despite his surprise, the move had him so thoroughly horny that it was all he could to keep himself from ripping her sweats away and making a full night of it. Instead, he smirked and thrust his erection against her clad pussy, loving the widening of her eyes as she felt the full length of him. “Gotta love me a girl with nice, strong thighs,” he purred once their lips parted.
The words inspired fire to her cheeks, but she didn’t forgo the high ground. “Bad idea, Spikey,” Buffy replied heatedly, mapping a wet path of bitey kisses down his throat. “Never stand between a slayer and what she wants.”
He shivered in anticipation. “Oh? An’ why’s that?”
God, I love her.
She drew her head back, eyes flickering mischievously. “Watch and learn.”
To be continued in Chapter Twenty: Shine Until Tomorrow…
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