A/N: Guess what's coming in this chapter?! Yes, your mind is allowed to go straight into the gutter. This means you probably shouldn't read this at work. ;) Or, you know, don't get caught! *g*

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Chapter 28


Spike would swear the ground shifted.


He stared at her, willing his mouth to work but unable to do so. What happened next was instinct. Pure and simple like the fact the sky was blue and fire burned. His body reacted before his brain could process and catch up and then he was rolling Buffy on her back, winding her leg over his hip as he whispered her name, seeking out the truth in her eyes.


Her almost imperceptible nod was all he needed to bury half of his length inside her tight, wet heat. She inhaled sharply and dug her nails into his shoulder blades and he realised what he’d done. That he’d acted on impulse, that he should have been gentler.


“Oh God, Buffy, I’m sor-”


“No.” She cupped the back of his head and crashed her lips into his, her other leg shifting to cradle him between her thighs, her feet on the back of his thighs urging him to push in even deeper. “You’re perfect. This is perfect. Don’t you dare stop now.”


“God, you’re so....”


He sank in even further until he was buried fully within her, wrapped in her scalding warmth. A drawn out moan tumbled from his lips. Just staying inside her without moving surpassed anything he’d thought was the best moment of his existence. Making love to her for hours until they both lay on her girly bed exhausted and spent sounded bloody brilliant right now.


Buffy leaned in to bite his earlobe before she pulled him into a kiss. The feelings blazing in his chest expanded even more until he thought his heart might explode from the intensity. She loved him. The way she glanced at him, the way she touched him, the way her tongue danced against his. She’d meant every word and he couldn’t believe… He could hardly draw a breath.


“Buffy...” He nuzzled her neck, connected to her unlike he’d ever been to anyone. “Love you so bloody much it’s doing my head in.”


His lips traced the line of her jaw as he slowly ground into her, on the verge of laughing and crying and being overwhelmed by his love for her. By being in her, so surrounded and drenched by everything she was.


“You’re incredible.”


“I know,” she said with a breathy laugh and slid her hands down to squeeze his ass. “So are you. Mmm your butt is-.”


“Edible? Best bloody arse you’ve ever seen?” He chuckled, rolling his hips.


Buffy’s snort turned into a moan when he pulled out and slammed his way back in. “N-nope. Not at all.”


She must have been the world’s worst liar. Couldn’t even keep a smile off her face as her nails scorching a path down his back made him growl.


“Mmm… well, yours is.” Shudder. Gasp. “Gonna take a bite out of it.”


“Uh… promises, promises.”


“The things I can show you,” he said with a wistful smile. “Wanna be on top?”


“Umm… I don’t know.”


“You’ll love it, I promise.”


“Okay.” Well, she trusted him so it wouldn’t hurt to try, even if she didn’t know what to do once she was there. Clamping her thighs harder around his hips, Buffy rolled them over and settled herself down with her eyes fluttering shut. “Oh God… this feels so…”


Spike rested his hands on her waist, caressing his way up to her breasts. “Deep?” he asked in a low rumbling voice.


Did he expect her to answer? She was glad to find enough coherence to nod with the way the waves of pleasure pulled her under and wouldn’t let her surface. But she didn’t give a damn. She’d drown if it meant not having to let go of this feeling.  This was definitely of the good.


Spike was stretching her to the limit as she sat on top of him motionless, shuddering. Soon it became too much, but not nearly enough, and her body started rocking without any conscious thought. Up and down. Hips circling. Her hands braced against Spike’s firm chest, his eyes locked with hers as she welcomed him into her body again and again.


“Like this?”


“Yeah,” he growled and kneaded her sensitive breasts. “Could watch you ride me like this all day.”


“I could let you.” Damn the duties and demon slayage. She’d just found a funner way to spend her free time.


His lips parted in a guttural grunt of pleasure and the sound of him so entirely lost in her spurred her on to move faster. His hands fell to her thighs, fingers gripping tightly enough to leave bruises if she wasn’t the Slayer.


The sound of flesh meeting flesh, harsh pants, all of it should have grossed her out but instead just expanded the hot ball of fire in her belly that was threatening to burst any second now. Then Spike rubbed her lips with his thumb and she greedily sucked it into her mouth, her tongue laving the rough pad as she continued to move on top of him.


Their glassy eyes met as he slipped the finger out and settled it against her clit. With that her eyes slammed shut and she felt herself race towards explosion as he circled his thumb once, twice…


“Spike!”


The climax built and built until it left her breathless and lightheaded when it finally exploded. Her muscles clamped down around Spike’s length so hard she could hardly move and the warmth spilled all over her skin like liquid fire. Her toes curled and her earlobes tingled before she finally collapsed against Spike’s chest.


But apparently, Spike was nowhere near done with her and she let out a surprised squeak when he banded his arms around her back and started to gently thrust up into her.


“Not too tired yet, are you, love?”


What shocked her was the sudden almost overwhelming hunger for him. It was as though the orgasm only intensified her need rather than quenched it.


“Nuh-uh.”


“God, you’re perfect.”


His deep voice rumbled against her cheek and she let the demanding pull to have him again take her over. It was near impossible to resist it when she was so aware of every shift of his muscles, every breath he exhaled, every throb of his flesh within her.


“Talk to me,” she mumbled, not sure if she actually voiced it or if it was a fleeting thought.


“Want me to talk dirty to you?”


She gasped for he swiftly sat up, the suddenness of the movement pushing him deeper into her.


“Yes.”


“Want me to say how you feel around me?” He tipped her over his forearm and circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, a whisper of a touch meant to drive her crazy. “Want me to tell you how you feel wrapped around my cock?”


“How?”


“Tight. Wet. Hot. Like satin, like you were made just for me.”


She whimpered and stared into his darkened eyes as he finally sucked the nipple between his lips.


“You too. You’re like… you fit me so well.” And he did. His body was a comforting presence rather than a stifling burden, his height just perfect for her to tease his lips with hers.


The pleasure rippled down her spine and she slowly circled her hips.


“You taste so sweet. How do you taste so sweet, Buffy?”


“I do?”


“Mmhmm.” He purred and licked a path up her throat before pulling her into a heated, languorous kiss. Their lips slanted together, uncoordinated but desperate, their noses bumping.


He urged her legs to wrap around his waist and her arms around his neck. Buffy did so without asking. His hands slid down her spine and under her ass to support her weight as he rose to his knees. She wanted to ask him what he was doing, but it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t already made her all putty in his hands.


Spike settled her on her back, slipping out of her in the process. Arms above her head, she opened her mouth to complain when he just sat back on his heels and stroked her inner thighs.


“Why did you stop?”


Spike smirked, playful but his eyes were bursting with sinister intent. She liked it when he was sinister.


“Just giving you a breather.”


“No breather needed here. I’m all breathed out!” She pouted and reached out to trace the ridges of his taut abdomen, fascinated with the hard muscle contrasting with the velvet of his skin


“You don’t, eh?” He shifted closer and knelt between her thighs, letting his heavy length slowly rub back on forth over her slippery flesh.


If he thought he could tease her like this, he was mistaken. With what she hoped was a sultry smile, Buffy reached down and wrapped her fingers around him right before she guided him back inside. Now, that was more like it.


“Minx,” he mumbled but stroked his way into her. “Lift up, kitten.”


His pelvis met hers and he was fully inside. This is what she’d missed. Feeling so absolutely complete.


And he had asked her something. “Huh?”


Yup, the sexy bastard was snickering as he tapped her hip. “Up with your bum.”


She did and he slipped a fluffy plump pillow under her ass, changing the angle of the penetration.


Ooh, nice…


“I like it,” she said.


“Thought you might.”


Then he pushed her legs together and rested her ankles on his left shoulder. She’d swear her eyes crossed. She could only pant and moan at the intensity of not being able to move as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Her closed thighs somehow made him feel even bigger, if such thing was possible.


“Spike,” she whispered, watching his nostrils flare and knowing it meant he loved her saying his name in that way. He nibbled on her ankle and set a pace that left the headboard rattling against the wall in a staccato of thuds.


“Buffy, Christ, you’re so bloody gorgeous. Can’t get enough of you.”


He grazed her skin with his blunt teeth and she spiraled into another orgasm. Spike’s arms tightened around her legs when she convulsed and she felt his muscles go taut. The most imperative thing in the world was to see his face as he followed her into oblivion, so she forced her eyes open and watched as his lips parted in a gasp, his face twisting in agonising pleasure.


He called her name, eyes squeezed shut. The sight and feel of him coming was so overwhelming her eyes widened in shock when a sudden orgasm raced through her, followed by another series of smaller explosions.


Spike let her legs fall from his shoulder and sagged against her, breathing as though he had run a marathon, his hips moving slowly as though in an afterthought, allowing them to slowly come down to earth.


“I think… you just killed the other half of my brain.”


He chuckled and leaned back to shoot her a wicked glance, his scarred eyebrow arched in challenge. Then she felt him harden within her walls and her jaw dropped open.


“Seriously? Again? And so soon?”


Spike shrugged and ran his talented tongue over his front teeth. “Love, you’ve been teasing me for what feels like forever. I can guarantee I won’t be done with you for hours.”


Swoonage, how nice to meet you.


******


The bed was broken.


Spike still felt a palpable amount of satisfaction and couldn’t stifle his grin at the memory of it letting out the last squeak before the right side collapsed roughly three hours before sending them tumbling off the side still joined at the hip. And his Buffy hadn’t even blinked. Vixen that she was, she’d giggled and continued to ride him into the ground.


He really loved that woman.


After a six hour shaggathon, Buffy was slowly starting to drift to sleep. He could tell from the way her muscles were relaxing as he caressed her back, her lips that rested against his tasting him slowly and lazily. Not that he was complaining because if he was being honest with himself, she’d pushed him to his limits when it came to vampire stamina. And that was saying something.


They had been going at it practically non-stop, gluttonous and starving for each other with occasional breaks for Buffy to replenish liquids or use the little girls’ room. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon but the bloody birds had been chirping so loud he wanted to maim them before the feathery bastards woke his girl.


Spike gave Buffy’s slack lips a peck and tucked a comforter around her to keep her warm.


TBC

 

A/N: Okay, this was probably the most anticipated chapter, so I'd really like to know if you liked or not. :)