Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.59
Passions Crimes
His insatiability drove him to tackle his love back on the disheveled bed. The hard hit makes her breath come out with a squeaky "Spike!" as they tumble backwards through the air.
His hands find the hem of the buttoned shirt, as his lips find the fullness of her mouth. His expert kissing makes her forget the protestation that 'it is 3:30 in the morning and they really need to go to sleep.' She tries unsuccessfully to push him off of her, but his fingers a lightly, drawing, ticklish patterns on her lower abdomen, and his tongue starts to do amazing things in her mouth. The only thing she can manage to do as her willpower flies out the window, is to groan in ecstacy.
Spike's hand stops it's delighting pattern drawing, and with the deftness only a vampire could possess he rips the shirt from her body, making the buttons pop off and fly in all directions. Looking down on her slightly tanned, and glistening body, he can't help to speak his thoughts. "Cor, Luv, you're beautiful." The sigh of the statement runs those shivers down her spine again.
She lies in wait, watching as he ludely, peruses her body. His tongue comes out to lick his lips, in a very suggestive manner.At the movement of his tongue her eyes find his with a devilish glint in them. She takes a deep, steadying breath. Trying her hardest not to just attack him. She knows by that look, that she's in for one hell of a shag.
He hears the catch of breath in her throat, and knows she knows what he is about to do. The only thing is he doesn't know what he's about to do.
With the swiftness of a cheetah, his thumb and forefinger find her pert, rosy nipple, and starts to roll it gently between them. His mind is blank as he starts to play with her. His fingers roll the flesh between them in a slight pinch, making it harden and come to point. He's fascinated by the reaction, as if he hadn't seen it before. He shakes his head, smiling. He slowly moves his hand over to the other breast, showing it the same consideration.
His gaze lingers on the to perfect mounds of flesh, for a moment, then lingers up her throat to her face. Her eyes shut tightly, mouth slightly open, her head moving from side to side. His mind is blown by her reaction to just the simple touch of his two fingers on her body. Her tiny mewls of pleasure are music to his long, deprived ears. Yeah, they'd been in the room since the meeting, but she hadn't been like this. It had been a slow process the first, however many times. Sweet and sappy, with the promises and what all. Now she was a tigress, all wanton and lethal. God, he how he wants her..
His hands slide down her torso, ever so lightly, making a rough, growling protestation leave her throat. Her eyes open with a glare in them, he stares, and chuckles lightly. His eyes never leaving the depths of hers, his head moves down to finish the job his fingers had begun. He mouth claims one creamy, smooth globe. Lavishing it with tongue, lips and teeth. Then alternating between them, he watches as she writhes mercilessly underneath him, their eyes still locked on each other. Feeling her movement makes him almost as hard as he'd ever been. His mind drifts back to the memory of when he'd been his hardest, and a smile, unseen by Buffy, because her eyes are now tightly shut, plays across his mouth.
He remembers it like it were only yesterday. It was after she'd come back, they'd been fighting, which always made him hard. But that time in the old, abandoned building, the one that had fallen down around them. He remembers the punches and blows, but then she had him pinned against a wall, and she'd somehow ended up with her legs wrapped securely around him. Her little hand found its way to the zipper of his jeans, and opened it. His monster had fallen into her hand, and placed it at her opening. God he'd gotten so hard. Well, the hardest he'd ever been until now.
His erection had just gotten so hard the zipper on the jeans he now wore, is almost ready to pop open. His gaze wanders up Buffy's body to her face, and watches the emotions play across it. He'd never seen the depth of emotion, not in the time before. His cock strains against the metal and fabric, it's becoming unbearable. As he watches her face, one hand leaves the carressing of her body to find the offending zipper, and slide it down. He groans in relief as he's freed from the confines.
He rolls her own hardness in his tongue, as the hand between them finds the waistband of her sweats. He wiggles his fingers into them.
Her breathing becomes more rapid with each brush of his skin against hers.Then his hand finds the dark curls at the apex of her thighs, bringing a gasp from her lungs. He gently wraps a few around the tip of his index finger, and tugs playfully. Another gasp escapes, this one full of anticipation.
The tightness between them makes it a little difficult to manuever his hand, but he finally gets it further down. Finding the tight, bundle of nerves he manipulates it, torturing her with the pleasure of what he's doing. He runs a finger over it. Tickling it lightly, and making it harder, which elicits a squeaky, gasping, groan. He grunts wildly, as he hears the groan.
She throws her head back with the pleasure, as he watches her every move. The pulse in her throat beats a stuccato, catching his attention. He watches it in fascination, wanting to latch on to the vein. He growls against her breast.
Involuntarily, his face changes to that of his demon, and unintentionally one of his elongating fangs nicks the sensitve skin still in his mouth. The sweet, nectar of her blood makes him grow even harder. He grunts, again, and roughly latches onto the breast sucking what few drops he can get out of it. The action makes a cute little "eep" come from the woman under him.
She's suddenly being pulled up against his chest, his hand coming out of her pants. She feels the blood seeping from her onto his tongue. She feels the sweats being ripped down to her knees. Then his hand comes back up her leg, finding her warm, soft, wetness, and her head drops back as her mind goes blank.
His finger plunges into her depths making her pelvis rise up into his stomach, as she arches her back for more. The movement makes him grunt against the breast that's still dripping blood on his tongue.
His hand is playing her like a fine, tuned fiddle. Plunging in and out a few times before making its way up to her tight and throbing woman hood. Bringing her to the brink, then backing off just as she is about to fly off of the handle, but never letting her go over the precipice. Her body is wound tight, trembling for release, then he plunges two long, slender fingers into her heat, and curls them slightly, hitting her sweet spot. The one that makes her scream, and she does.
With a quickness she didn't know he possessed, his mouth leaves her breast, his hands her body, and she protests it unrelentingly.
His hands quickly find and remove his pants, then find the sweats that are bunched around her knees, and shucks both pieces into the floor. His demon is still in control, and he dives in with fangs and tongue, as she lays sprawled out before him, eliciting a high pitched squeal from her.
The nectar flows profusely onto his tongue, as he laps at it like a kitten in a bowl of milk. He growls, uncontrollably pulling her closer to his face, being careful of his fangs. He sucks her nub into his mouth. His mouth does amazing things to her body.
She writhes, grunts, groans, and rakes her sharp nails into his scalp. Pushing him closer. A bead of sweat lands against his fang, and his tight control flies directly out of the window. His teeth come into play, the taste of the sweat drives him mad, a fang gashes her, making her scream, as his mouth opens wide to engulf the entirety of her.
He moans at the taste of her fluids mixing together, flipping her over so that she is now laying on her stomach, takes his rock hard erection in hand, and completely sheaths himself in her dripping wet channel. He can still feel the fluttering of her walls as he pushes further against her. He shakes his demon off, coming back to himself, and realizes what he's just done. It was just like the time in her bathroom.
He'd stopped. Just slid in to the hilt and stopped. 'Why'd he stop?' Buffy wiggles a little harder, and gets a growling groan for the effort.
Spike looks down at her wiggling rump. She doesn't seem to mind the roughness of how he was taking her, on the contrary she seemed as if she wanted him to continue. He can't help but groan at the sensation that she's creating against his sensitive skin.
Wrapping his arms around her midsection he drags her backside up higher, and moves even deeper into her.
She starts to move to her own rhythm. Pushing back on him, then pulling forward. His head falls back in complete surrender, as her body moves on him.
The pace suddenly becomes more rapid, he puts pressure on her hips, making her slow down, so that he can take control, and thrust into her with longer strokes. He can feel her walls tightening around him. With the next deep thrust he feels her channel get wetter, making it slicker than he'd ever felt. He slows his movements, making her climax drag out longer, then she hits another and another, until he can't take anymore of it, and finally loses control.
His demon comes back out. His clawed hands grab her body in a vice like grip, dragging her body up to his chest, his fangs pierce the tender flesh of her neck, and he pushes as deep as he possibly can letting his seed flood her as her blood floods into his mouth.
The twitching of him inside of her makes her scream, as another more potent climax racks her body. She'd never felt anything like it, his fangs in her throat, his hardness between her legs. No one had ever given her pleasure like he just had. And the connection she'd felt with him as he'd climaxed, it was a mind blowing experience.
He can still feel tiny, little flutterings of orgasms around him as he lay there with fangs still buried in her neck and his now softening manhood still inside of her. They echo through her body into his.
It seems to them that they'd been laying there for hours. Buffy wrapped securely in Spikes arms, his body still lying prone on top of her. Her breathing still coming in rapid bursts, his fangs and cock still grounded deep inside of her. She has no idea what just happened, but she wouldn't mind for it to happen over and over again, in many different ways. She sighs heavily, noticing that Spike seems to have fallen asleep. "Great," she exclaims in a whisper, trying to gently push him off of her, and she can hear the faint ringing of her cell in the backpack across the room. She tries again to remove him from her body, but feels a twinge of pain as his fangs pull on the skin of her neck. "Oh, now that's just fantastic!" She hears him purring like a kitten, and rolls her eyes. She shakes the completely content vamp, trying to wake him. 'Sleeping like the dead' "Spike, dammit," she shouts in his ear. He grunts, grabbing onto her tighter. Feeling something within growing harder as he sleeps on. She groans, throwing her head back against the pillows. "God, do you ever quit with the sex?"
He chuckles against her back, and rolls to the side, pulling her on top of him, and reverts back to his human features. "After what just happened, can't say as I can." He smirks, deviously at her.
She notices that the phone had finished with it's ringing, then starts to play Sympathy for the Devil, as it starts to ring again.
"I need to get that, it might be Giles with info." Spike pushes her back down on the bed, as she tries to get out of his arms.He places a possesive kiss on her protesting mouth, shutting her complaint off before it had started.
"I got it, Pet." He climbs from the bed, swaggering over to the table beside the door, and starts digging through the backpack.
"This had better be good, Rupes." She hears him say as he answers the still ringing phone. "Sorry, Red." She has to giggle as she hears the apology. The tone of his voice seemed as though he'd been truly sorry, and Buffy knows that he probably scared the heck out of Willow, or at least startled her. Giles had probably made the poor girl call them, seeing as he'd already interrupted them twice that day. She comes back to the conversation. "Yeah, 8 o'clock. We'll be there. Yes, I promise. I know I always keep my promises, Witch." She tunes them out trying to catch a few hours of sleep, but. "Tell Harris to shut the bleeding hell up!" Xander had probably went and stuck his foot in his mouth again, with the hot, monkey sex comments that he is so fond of.
The blonde vampire groans derisively, "Harris go an' diddle yourself, you sod." She can't help the laughter that bubbles from her. She could just see the confusion on the dark haired mans face as he tries to figure out what a 'sod' is. Couldn't Spike see that poor Xander was just trying to get a rise out of him. 'Okay, Buffy wrong choice of words' He is just trying to start an argument, so that he can forget what had happened to Anya for just a few seconds. "Whatever, Ahab. Just put the witch back on so that I can't atleast have an intellegent conversation." She giggles, hearing him walk across the room to dig in a drawer, or pocket for something. She hears the tell, tell sound of the silver Zippo as he strikes it. He slowly inhales, and blows a breath out. 'Hmm, he hadn't had a cigarette since they'd gotten back. Either I did something really right, or Xander really pissed him off.' She hoped it was the did something right scenario. "Yes, Will. We'll be there. 8 O'clock on the dot." She hears the beep that signals the phone being turned off. She closes her eyes, as she feels him get back into the bed, and wrap his arms around her. Eight O'clock isn't that far off. Three or four hours, maybe. She gently wraps a hand around one of his, and falls asleep.
(I know this is probably more of a NC-17 chapter, and I'm sorry, but the whole next chapter hinges on this one and if I cut this into pieces it wouldn't have made any sense.We only have one more chapter to go. Two years of writing and I finally finish this epic of a story. Yeah, me! Hope you all enjoyed, please review and tell me what you think, and I'll try and have the last chapter up tommorrow.)