Fic: A Slayer’s Path chap 9 (NC-17)

A Slayer’s Path
Chapter Nine – A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action
Beta by Spikeslovebite

ETA: A/N: Thank you for the Latin correction by owenthurman.

 

As the water cascaded over Buffy’s body, Spike watched as rivulets made delightful, enticing trails across her breasts, down her stomach and legs. Twin trails skirted her hipbones and sought the nexus of her thighs. Her head was thrown back, soaking her hair under the shower.

Spike grabbed the shampoo bottle, uncapped it and squeezed out a large dollop. After placing the bottle back on the shelf, he moved toward Buffy and asked her to turn around.
With her back to him, he massaged the shampoo in her hair. His fingers made small, concentric circles as he lathered her hair.

Buffy moaned at the pleasure of his fingers. Why they had never done this before she couldn’t remember. Every shower should feel this good. She felt like putty in his hands, and he was only washing her hair. She needed more. She backed up and pressed her ass against him. He was already so hard.

Spike groaned as she brushed against his cock. Getting all her hair up on top of her head, he kissed the nape of her neck.

Buffy reached for the soap and lathered up her hands. She then reached behind her, arching her back, and gripped his cock. She smiled as he hissed. Her hands were slippery from the soap, which added to the fun of sliding her hands in tandem up and down his member.

Spike let go of her hair, which through the miracle of the suds stayed in place, and cupped her breasts. He weighed them in his hands, and they felt heavier than he remembered. They were fuller now and glancing at her naked hips once more, he finally realized his girl had gained some much-needed weight. She still didn’t have the cute baby fat she had when he’d first met her, but she no longer resembled those anorexic models either.

Gently squeezing her breasts in rhythm to her manipulation of his cock, he circled his thumbs around her nipples and every so often would pinch them. He clenched his jaw as Buffy’s hands went lower and started fondling his sack. “Turn around, luv.”

Buffy did so slowly. Spike leaned her back under the spray of water and rinsed her hair. Buffy released him to run her fingers through her hair to get out the suds, and Spike grabbed the bar of soap.

She almost stumbled as he began washing her breasts and stomach alternating which hand held the soap. He washed lower and lower, and Buffy bit her bottom lip in anticipation. When he reached her small thatch of curls, he placed his left hand on the small of her back and began washing her sex with his right.

Spike turned the bar of soap in his right hand so that it opened her sex and would spread through her lips. Buffy rocked with the bar as he ran it back and forth, just shy of her clit. When her legs looked like they were about to give, Spike dropped the soap and flicked her clit with his thumb.

“Spike! Please!” Buffy felt so close. By the time he had finished rinsing the soap from her with his fingers, she was a quivering wreck. It had been so long. She opened her eyes when she felt him remove his hand and shut off the water.

Spike said nothing as he picked her up and carried her out of the shower. He paused long enough to grab two towels and headed back to the bed. He stood her beside the bed and unfolded one towel.

Buffy, a little miffed that he got her so close in the shower, sighed and let go of that upset as Spike began rubbing her dry. She took the other towel and began returning the gesture. The rubbing evolved into its own pleasurable experience. Spike started working her into a frenzy again as he concentrated his attentions on drying her nipples. Buffy countered with making sure his sack and the spot just behind were free of water.

Buffy tipped up and caught Spike’s bottom lip in her teeth. He pushed her back onto the bed and seized her feet. As Spike kissed each toe, Buffy giggled.

Spike kneeled on the bed and ran his hands up her calves, to her thighs and ghosted just outside her sex. “So ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh. I told you I missed you,” Buffy replied, panting with need.

Spike crawled towards her treasure and spread her thighs wider with his hands. Her sex was glistening from the shower and her need. Her scent invited him to taste. He’d dreamed about her taste that last year and since he’d gotten back.

“You ready love?”

“Oh God yes! Please, Spike. I need you so much.”

Starting at the base of her sex, Spike ran his tongue up her slit and circled her clit with his tongue. Buffy whimpered and arched her hips to meet his mouth. Spike curled his arms around each thigh and pressed her hips down to control her. This also allowed his fingers to spread her sex even wider.

He became high off her taste and smell. He was like a man who after walking miles in the desert with no sign of water had suddenly found his oasis. He dipped his tongue in her channel and swirled it.

Buffy tried to buck in response, but Spike’s hands held her firmly. She gripped the sheets, his hair, her own breasts. She was manic. The things he could do with his tongue would probably be illegal in all fifty states. Damn!

Spike blew on her swollen clit and tapped it with the tip of his tongue. Buffy began to shatter. Using his thumb, he manipulated her clit while he dove his tongue hard and fast into her sex. It was enough.

Buffy came hard. Her body quaked in wave after wave of her orgasm wrought through her body. Spike continued his pursuit, tasting all she had to offer and wanting to draw out her pleasure. She started to cry from the sensations…it was too much and it had been too long and she needed him!

Buffy tugged his hair, forcing him to look at her. “Up here now, mister! I want you inside me.”

Spike crawled up her body, stopping and placing kisses on her still quivering belly and breasts. Buffy wrapped her ankles around his waist. “Please, Spike,” she whimpered and raised her head to kiss him solidly. She tasted herself and rocked her hips up.

Spike reached down, positioned himself, and surged. His eyes felt like they would pop out of their sockets, so was so fucking tight. He could tell she was in a bit of pain, and he studied her expressions. He would come right then if he moved, so he waited and got a hold of himself.

With teary eyes, Buffy confessed, “There’s been no one since you, Spike. No one. You feel so good. Welcome home.”

Kissing her lips, Spike began to move. “Ah, Buffy, so good. No one else can have you. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Spike. See how we fit. You fill me,” she panted. He looked at her in surprise as their rhythm increased. It was one way she would show him this time would be different. She never used to talk before, never express herself. This time and every time after, she would never fail to tell him how he made her feel.

“Buffy, luv. Oh yeah, pet…do that again.” Buffy squeezed her inner muscles clenching his cock. “Love you. Love you so bloody much.”

“I love you…oh Spike.” Buffy surprised him by sitting up making his cock hit her spot just right. Pulling his lips to hers, she licked his bottom lip, seeking access. She tongued his teeth before letting him bite her tongue as she drew it from his mouth.

Seeking his neck, she found Drusilla’s marks. Knowing how sensitive those could be, she licked and nibbled the spot. His thrusts increased, and he moaned loudly. Just beside Drusilla’s, she struck. Biting into his hard, but yielding flesh, Buffy felt him almost come from her surprise.

“Love…Buffy?” Spike questioned. His body hummed; his sack felt heavy.

“Meus maritus intemporaliter. Forever my husband,” Buffy whispered. She reached around his back and slipped the ring on left thumb to her right hand. Then she sought his left hand and placed the ring on the end of his ring finger. “Be my husband?”

Spike nodded, slowing his pace. Buffy never failed to surprise him, as she kept clenching her inner muscles bringing him so close to completion. He watched with fascination as she carefully placed the ring on his finger. She kissed him, and the soft kiss became deeper as their emotions over what she’d just done enraptured them.

Spike positioned Buffy back onto the pillows, reached between them and used his now ringed finger to pleasure her clit. As she started to climax for the third time, Spike licked her neck, mindful of how she honored his connection to Drusilla by not placing her mark over Dru’s. He recognized Angel’s mark and wanted to destroy it, if she’d let him.

“Yes, Spike. Make me yours,” Buffy requested, seemingly knowing what he was thinking. “His mean nothing to me.”

As the wave of her orgasm crested, Spike’s fangs sliced through her skin directly over Angel’s marks. She shuddered beneath him, enjoying the pull of his fangs. She felt like she was floating.

She sighed happily when Spike uttered, “Mea uxor semper. My wife forever.”

“Yes, Spike! Yes!”

With a few final thrusts, Spike came and collapsed on top of her. After kissing her thoroughly, Spike rolled over and fell sound asleep. Buffy watched him for a few moments before her own eyes drifted closed.

 

Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/122650.html