Sex101
Chapter Fourteen
Spike fell to the bed and Willow wanted to return the favour, but she wasn't sure quite how.
"What's next, Teach?" she asked, hoping he'd give her some clue.
"Oh, want another lesson, do you? All right." He looked at her face and thought for a moment. "How much experience do you have at giving head?"
"Not much," she confessed. "I tried it once, but Oz, well, he didn't seem to like what I was doing or something. I must have been doing it wrong and he told me to stop." This was, to her, just another one of her failures.
"Bloody wanker doesn't know what the hell sex is about," he assured her. Sensing her hesitation, he cupped her chin and turned her face to him. "You can't do it wrong, luv. A fella might be in the mood for a little rough house or he might just want it slow and long, but it's up to him to let ya know what he wants. You shouldn't have to guess, especially if you've no experience in pleasing a man." He sat on the edge of the bed and told her to kneel in front of him.
"Now, you do whatever feels right to you and I'll let you know if it feels good to me too, all right?"
She looked at his penis with some trepidation, but nodded. She reached out and lightly touched the head with the tips of her fingers and then quickly looked up at him. Spike had his eyes closed and seemed, from the warm look on his face, to be enjoying her touch.
She stroked down the length of it and it got longer and stood more at attention. Willow smiled. Gaining some confidence, she leaned in and took the head into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the tip and gave a little suck. When Spike sucked in his breath, Willow continued.
She let her hand move to his scrotum as her mouth kissed down the length. She cupped his sack as she licked her way back up.
"That's it, pet," he encouraged her. "Don't just wanna play with the most sensitive bits - feels good when you touch everywhere."
She continued to kiss and lick, letting Spike's moans and sighs tell her what was working for him. He seemed to like it when she was less than gentle, adding more pressure or even biting him lightly with her blunt human teeth.
She was just getting into it when he pulled her up on the bed next to him and told her to lay next to him with her head near the foot of the bed. He rolled her onto her side and bent one knee, resting his foot on the bed, so that Willow took the hint and continued to use her mouth and hands on his tumescent cock.
Spike moved over closer to Willow and leaned in, licking a path up her thigh until he reached her delicious-smelling pussy. It seemed that getting him off was getting her off as well and he hadn't been able to take the smell of her arousal any longer; he had to taste her as well.
He lifted her leg and parted her curls with his tongue, getting his first full-on taste of her. She was heavenly.
Willow moaned and almost stopped what she was doing, the pleasure was so intense.
So this was a 69. She'd heard of it but never experienced it until now. She understood the appeal. Giving pleasure while receiving it was one of the best feelings she'd ever known. Feeling Spike in her mouth, making him grow and squirm - it was liberating. Oz hadn't responded this way the one time she'd tried to please him like this - he mainly seemed to want her to stop. He'd quickly slipped on a condom, pressed into her without even touching her first and then come within a few seconds.
But Spike… Spike was enjoying her attention and making her feel just as wonderful. He didn't want her to stop, he was content to let her go on as long as she liked. And where had he learned to do what he was doing with his tongue?
She stopped short then.
Drusilla.
The love of his very long unlife.
Sure, she had dumped him, but he'd go running back in a second if she ever wanted him again and she would, Willow was sure of it. How could she ever compete? How could he ever feel about her like he had about Drusilla? He wouldn't, no matter how much he seemed to want her, he'd never…
"Luv?"
Spike's question broke through her reverie.
"Something wrong, pet?"
"No," she replied but Spike clearly didn't believe her.
"Didn't ya like what I was doin'?"
Willow's blush told him that she did.
"Did ya not like what you were doin' ta me?"
"No," she quickly reassured him. "That's not it."
Resigned that he was going to have to get to the bottom of this before they got back to the fun stuff, Spike sat up and adjusted Willow until she was sitting next to him.
"Then what is it?"
Willow sighed; she didn't want to get into this - not yet, not so early in their relationship. But she had to tell him something and lying was never a good idea. Plus, she sucked at lying.
"I was thinking about Drusilla."
Ah.
Well, she was bound to come up sooner or later - after all, they spent an awful lot of time talking about her ex - it seemed it was time to talk about his. Willow's insecurity was shining like a beacon and Spike had to find a way to turn it off.
"She's not coming back, luv."
"But what if she does?"
"She won't. Made it pretty clear last time I saw her that I wasn't the vamp for her."
"But you had all those years together."
"Together , yeah, but I was never her first choice. Angelus was always the one she loved. I was just a stand-in after he left."
"But if she did come back, would you go back to her?"
Spike answered her question with one of his own. "If the wolf comes back, you gonna dump me for him?"
"He's not coming back."
"That's not an answer."
Willow didn't have an answer. She truly didn't know what she would do. She loved Oz, she had a history with him and these feelings for Spike were all so new.
And how did Spike really feel about her? He hadn't yet said the words.
"Do we have to decide this right now?" she asked.
Spike, dreams quashed once again, gave in. "No, luv, we don't have to have the answers right now."
He pulled her down next to him on the bed and held her, both lost in their own thoughts, for over an hour before he heard the soft, even breathing of her sleep. Then he rose and grabbed his cigarettes and headed upstairs. He had a lot of thinking to do.
What would he do if Drusilla came back?
He'd like to say he'd smash her face in and make her pay for hurting him like she had. But he wouldn't. Hadn't he had an unlifetime of being hurt by her? This was just one more time in a series.
He'd let her go, that's what he'd do. Even if he didn't have Willow - and he wasn't all that sure that he did have her yet - he wouldn't go back to the faithless Dru. He had more respect for himself than that.
But what if the wolf came back?
Would Willow leave him for Oz?
Probably. Didn't they all leave him for someone else? For anything else?
Spike was used to coming in second. Or third or fourth.
Willow didn't expect Oz to come back but now that Spike had gotten to know Willow, he was sure the wolf would come back. No one left a girl like Willow for good. So he had… however long… to make Willow his. To make sure that when the wolf returned, she'd pick Spike.
He dropped his fag to the floor and stamped it out with his foot before heading back downstairs. He wasn't going to waste any more time.
He kissed his way up her leg and felt her awaken even though she didn't come out and say she was awake. She wanted to play, did she? All right then.
He licked a path up her thigh and moved around the thatch of downy curls at the juncture. He snuggled his face into her abdomen then blew a path around her bellybutton but she held out and didn't laugh. He crawled up her body and with whisper-light caresses, trailed his fingertips across her breasts.
That did it.
She giggled.
"You knew I was awake, didn't you?"
He smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he looked into her eyes before leaning in and taking her mouth in the sweetest kiss she'd ever experienced. It was soft and yet passionate and it took her breath away.
Spike may not have said the words, but what he felt was sure and strong and Willow no longer had any doubts.