Title: Touch Me
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: NC-17

Summary: Last part of my answer to
Becca's 'no hands' challenge.




Part three.....



"You know this is killing me."

"You're already dead."

"Yeah. Good point."

Buffy situated herself on top of her lover, rubbing
her sex against his hard abdomen. She could feel his
erection sliding up and down the cleft of her fanny
as he raised and lowered his hips a little.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, love. It's just that
I hate not being able to touch you properly."

His blue laser gaze caught hers, and she knew without
asking what he was getting ready to do. If he couldn't
touch her with his hands...then he'd do it with his
voice.

And if there was a man anywhere on the planet who
had the qualifications for such a thing, it was Spike. His
voice was as much a part of his sexuality as his penis
was, and he knew how to use both for maximum effect.

"You know how much I love your skin...feeling it get
warm and damp...having my fingers slide over it," he
said, tilting his head to one side to gauge her reaction.

Buffy sighed deeply. She could listen to him speak for
hours and not get tired of it. Not like in the old days, back
when she couldn't shut him up fast enough.

"I have an idea," Spike added, giving her that cocky smile
that made her heart beat a little faster. "You do it for me."

"Pardon?"

"I'll tell you what I want to touch...and you use your
hands to do it for me."

Trust Spike to come up with a solution like this. He
was endlessly inventive when it came to their sex life and
Buffy was the fortunate beneficiary of his considerable
talent.

Her eyes gleamed. At this point, she was up for anything,
so she nodded agreeably.

Something new!  She couldn't wait!


******************************


"Run your fingers through your hair...good...now slide
your hands around the back of your neck...lift your
hair and hold it for a moment...mmm, beautiful...now,
let it go...shake your head...no, I like it that way...makes
you look kinda wild."

Spike's other favorite obsession...after her breasts...was
her hair. He loved it, and he took every opportunity he
could find to get his hands into it.

Joining her in the shower, he would wash it for her,
massaging her scalp with whatever fragrant shampoo
she had available, turning her into a puddle of mush with
his tender touch.

Sometimes, he would take her brush out of her
hand and run it carefully through her hair, being surprisingly
gentle with the tangles, working them out instead of yanking
them out the way she usually did.

In bed, after making love, he would stroke and caress
it, bury his face in it, wrap it around his fingers...all while
telling her how pretty it was, how much he loved the color
and the texture, the way it bounced around her face when
they got particularly wild.  Inhaling the scent, he would beg
her never to cut it.

In fact, all she had to do to get her way about something,
was threaten to cut it. Although, she suspected that he was
going to call that little bluff someday soon.

At the moment, it was the longest it had ever been,
nearly reaching her waist.  She had long ago stopped
trying to force it into an unnatural shade of blond, and
the thick honey brown strands were strong and shining
with health and vitality.

"Good girl...now, run your fingertips down the sides of
your neck...slowly...that's right...such soft skin...touch it
for me...go a little lower...a bit more..."

She felt him harden even further against her bottom.

"Slide your hands beneath your breasts...lift them...now
let them go...make them bounce...oh, fucking hell...do
it again...good...push them together..."

Buffy followed his instructions, purposely not doing
anything until he told her to. Her breasts were aching to
be squeezed and fondled, but she fought off the urge
to do it herself...waiting.

"Get your fingers wet...lick them...now, let me have a
taste...mmmm...more...oh, you taste sweet, baby...that's
good...ah-ah-ah...not yet...wait...don't pout...all right,
then...touch your nipples with the tips of your fingers...rub
them...harder, now...oh, yeah...squeeze them...give 'em
a little tug...feels good, huh?"

"Uh-huh," she uttered breathlessly. "Feels real good."

He gave her a speculative look. "Don't get too used to it,
Slayer...soon as my hands are good to go that'll be MY
job again."

Buffy just smiled. "How are they feeling?"

"Better by the minute," he assured her. "You ready to
move down...or do you want to play with your tits a little
more?"

"It's up to you," she replied, shrugging.

"Right, then...slide your hands down your sides...now
around back and down...grab your ass and squeeze
it...give it a little slap...not too hard...don't want you
bruising yourself...raise up on your knees...spread
'em a bit more...good...now move your hands between
your legs."

Buffy stroked the thin skin of her inner thighs in a
lingering caress.

"Now...show me your pussy...lean back a little...use
your fingers and open it up for me...Christ, you're
wet...all pretty and pink...play with your clit...harder,
love...that's it...slip one finger inside...and another
one...in and out, now...faster..."

She was almost unable to maintain her balance.

"Buffy...reach down and take hold of my dick...like
that, yeah...put it where it needs to be...oh, fuck
yes...rub it against you...now...slide down on it...slowly,
babe...I want to see it slide in...right into that tight
little box of yours...all the way...grind yourself down
on it..."

When he was fully seated inside of her, Buffy re-
leased his cock and used her fingers to open her
labia again.

"That's good...up and down, love...again...a little
faster...come on...fuck yourself on my cock...oh,
yeah...fucking hell, yes...ahhh...grind it in, baby...you
know what I like...ride me hard...fuck me...fuck me
good...yeah...do it..."

Buffy bounced on him, helped by lifts of his
strong thighs. So close...she was so damn close.

"Buffy...baby...I'm gonna come..."

Good.  So was she.

"Reach...around...play with...my balls...ahh...your hot
little...hand...more...that's it...fuck...yeah...gonna do
it...now...ah...ahh...OH FUCK...YEAH!"

She was too disoriented to see that he had allowed
his demon to emerge and was using his fangs to
shred the gauze wrapped around his hands.

But just at the moment she began to fall over
the edge, she felt his fingers on her clit, rubbing it
wildly to help her climax with him.

Unable to hold it back another second, she came
hard, calling his name.

When she clamped down on his cock,  her strong
internal muscles began milking his come out of
him...and into her.

Locked in spasms of orgasmic abandon, Spike reached
up and grabbed Buffy's shoulders. He yanked her down
roughly, then rolled over until he was on top of her and
continued thrusting and pumping until he had nothing
more to give.


******************************


"What now?...oh, you've got to be joking...aren't you
tired?"

"Not one bit, love. My hands are working just fine, and
I can touch you again.  You know what THAT means?"

"I'm afraid to ask...what?"

"Means we've gotta start all over again."

Buffy gave him a disbelieving look, then shrugged.

"Sounds good to me."

Grinning impishly, he grabbed the long strips of
gauze.  She watched in bemusement as he tied one
end of each strip around the wrought iron headboard,
and the other around her wrists.

"This time," he said, giving her a wink. "You're the one
who can't use her hands."



The End.