by TinPanAlley
Dawn opens her eyes as he runs his index finger against the lining of her bra, just barely touching the tops of her breasts. He leans over and places lingering, wet kisses down her neck. Dawn moans and feels herself getting wet as he nibbles her collarbone. "You like that don't you, baby?" he whispers, " I know you do. I can smell you, Dawn, you smell so fucking good." Dawn whimpers in response, holding onto his shoulders tightly. He reaches around her back to the clasp of her bra and she buries her face in his neck, inhaling his crisp scent. The scent of cigarettes and earth that had become so familiar to her. "Can I take this off?" he asks gruffly as she makes patterns on his throat with her tongue. She nods into his shoulder, breathing heavily. He deftly unhooks the clasp and slowly pulls the straps down while kissing each bit of skin revealed.
When the scrap of material was gone, Spike stares at her breasts longingly. Dawn can feel her nipples hardening even more under his gaze. What is he waiting for? She needs him to... Spike watches her with a smile as her frustration becomes more apparent. "What do you want, love? Tell me."
Oh God, he was gonna make her say it, wasn't he? "I want you to touch me."
His hands cover her breasts, massaging them gently. His fingers twirl in circles around her nipples before pinching them. Then, he leans over and nuzzles her skin with his chin. The slight abrasive feel of his stubble causes her breast to take on a slight rosy tone. "Like that?" he asks sweetly. It feels good, better than good, but—
"Spike, put your mouth on me. Please?" she begs shyly.
Without wasting a moment, Spike begins to place kisses on her breasts. Between small pecks, she hears him murmuring to her, "No more teasing, pet. I promise. Gonna give my girl what she needs. Your breasts are so lovely, Dawn. They're so soft against my mouth." Dawn slides her fingers into his hair trying to direct his head to where she needs his touch. Spike chuckles, "I know what you want, baby. Just relax." Finally, she feels his tongue curling around one of her nipples before sucking it completely into his cool, wet mouth.
"Oh God," she breathes. She can feel her stomach tighten with every pull of his mouth and wonders if he can feel her wetness through her jeans. She feels his teeth gently scrape and nip her and her hips rock against his of their own accord. Spike growls softly causing vibrations that only heighten the intensity. She's aware of nothing. She forgets where she is and who she is. She doesn't care. The only thing in the world that matters is his mouth, torturing her endlessly in the most exquisite way. The ache between her legs begins to build slowly. She starts to move her lower body against his more frantically, needing that friction that feels so good. His hands move to the curve of her ass, guiding her, setting a rhythm. As she moves faster against him, she feels him harden a little more with each glide. She can hear small moans coming from her throat, as the pressure gets stronger.
Spike releases her nipple with a small gasp, "Christ, Dawn, do you know what you're doing to me? My precious girl, you'd better slow down if you want this to last."
Dawn slows down, but continues to ground her center against his hardness. "Need you, Spike. Need you so badly. Can't wait."
Spike brushes a lock of hair off her face, "I know, sweet, I need you too. But, I want our first time to be special, yeah? I want this to be something you remember and I want it to carry on longer than five minutes, all right? I promise, baby, it'll be worth it."
Published Defying Gravity — 28.07.2004
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