"Let's go upstairs," he murmured, stroking her hair back from her face. "I want to take you to bed." Buffy kept her expression hidden. "Mmm...now that you mention it, I'm a little sleepy." Spike was silent for a long moment, then eased her off of him. Arranging her on her stomach, he draped his upper body over hers, leaning down until she felt his warm breath stirring tendrils of her hair. "Whisper to me softly, breathe words upon my skin," he sang to her, his voice a sexy growl in her ear. "No one's near and listening, so please don't say goodbye. Just hold me close and love me, press your lips to mine." His tongue darted out and caressed her earlobe. Taking her hand, he stretched her arm straight out at her side, then slid his own hand back up to her shoulder. "Mmmm...mmmm...feels so right...feels so right.." Buffy allowed her eyes to drift shut, concentrating on the sound of his voice and the feel of his hand. "Lying here beside you, I hear the echoes of your sighs. Promise me you'll stay with me and keep me warm tonight.." Devlin brushed her hair off the back of her neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin he uncovered. "So hold me close and love me, give my heart your smile Mmmm...mmmm...feels so right...feels so right." Slowly, his lips trailed down her spine, his tongue just barely touching her. She parted her lips as her breathing began to speed up. "Your body feels so gentle, and my passion's rising high.." His mouth lingered in the small of her back, while his fingers lightly traced the path his lips had taken. "You're loving me so easy, your wish is my command.." Buffy was melting beneath his tender touch. A soft whimper escaped her throat and she felt him smile against her skin. Moving back up, his hand slid down her arm again, his fingers lacing with hers. "Just hold me close and love me, tell me it won't end.." How had she managed to go all her life without this man? she wondered hazily. Turning her onto her back, he gazed down at her, his eyes stormy and dark with passion. "Mmmm...mmmm...feels so right.." He placed one finger beneath her chin and tilted her face, leaning his head down to meet her lips with his. "Still feeling sleepy, luv?" he asked, tangling his fingers in her hair. Sleep? What was that? Who needed sleep? Buffy answered him by twining her arms around his neck. "Some other time, maybe." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lying on her bed, their bodies moved together rhythmically. Devlin had her breast in his mouth, sucking on it until she whined and squirmed. One hand slid up her back and lifted her upper body clear off the mattress. When he pulled away, he brought his hand around and took her breast in his hand, examining the hard, rose colored nipple for a long moment before his tongue darted out and tickled it. Buffy's body arched forward, not wanting to lose contact with that talented tongue. Back and forth, around and around, he licked and nibbled the taut peak. Wondering when she'd turned into such a raging nymphomaniac, she parted her legs, allowing him to lie in the V of her widespread thighs. Devlin released her breast with an audible 'pop', and rubbed his abdomen against her sex. "You're kind of wet," he observed, grinning fiendishly. "Very." She smiled back at him. "I'm not dreaming this, am I?" "What?" he laughed. "What makes you ask that?" Buffy tried to concentrate, but he wasn't exactly making it easy. "Well...the day you came to the school...the first time...I had this dream." "Tell me," he entreated her, his eyes dancing with amusement. She tried. "I dreamed that you came back, and I was alone in my classroom...and we had sex on my desk." "Shit! That sounds fantastic. Let's go and do that right now." Buffy rolled her eyes. "As if I would." "Oh, come on," he begged. "I promise not to mess up your neat little piles of paper, Miss Buffy." "Some other time." "Promise?" "Promise." "All right, then. Let's fuck." "SPIKE!" "What?" He sat up and braced himself against the head board, pulling her onto his lap. "Lean back on one hand," he instructed her. "Now, take hold of my dick." He held on to her hips, guiding her. "Lift a little...that's it...now, just...slide right down on it...that's the way...feel good?" "Good" was a hilarious understatement. Placing her other hand behind her for leverage, she moved up and down on his hard pole. "Faster, baby," he encouraged her. Buffy looked down between them, watching in total fascination as his penis disappeared inside of her, reappearing an instant later. "Oh, god," she moaned. "Like the way that looks?" "Yeah-huh," she replied, unable to take her eyes off their joined flesh. "Me, too." He shuddered slightly, slipping his hands beneath her bottom to help her bounce. "Come on, darling...lift and fuck...ride me hard...take what you want." "I want...I want you..." she stammered. "I want you, too." Gripping her ass firmly, he held her still and began pounding up into her. "Gonna make you come...come hard...yeah...oh, fuck yes..." "You...you, too?" "Oh, Christ...yes. Want to come with you...come in your sweet little pussy..." His fingers clutched her hard enough to leave bruises, as his hips pistoned upwards. Buffy was about to go over the edge. She could feel herself tightening around his invading shaft, bathing it in her warm fluids. "Spike...I'm...I'm..." "You what?" he demanded. "What are you about to do? Tell me...say it!" No longer shy about the words, she clenched her fists in the bedding and almost screamed, "I'm coming! I am...oh, yes...Spike...now...now...oh!...oh!...." When he felt the contractions of her pussy, he suddenly lunged forward until she was underneath him. Sliding his arm beneath one knee, he lifted her leg and rammed into her over and over and over. "Yes! Fuck, yes!" he said through clenched teeth. He delivered his final thrust, grinding himself into her with an utter lack of finesse...just needing to do it...needing to come...come inside of her...fill her up with his love...with his seed...spill it into her as far as he could send it...soaking her in it...huge spurts of cream and oh, yeah...there it was...in her...all of it...every...last drop..."BUFFY!" She could feel his body go rigid...and then relax, collapsing on top of her. With his face buried against the side of her neck, he panted and groaned, thrusting weakly a few more times. Buffy wrapped her arms and legs around him, petting and stroking him until he was calm in her embrace. "God, I love you," he whispered in her ear. "I'll always love you...just you....just you..." "I know." She sighed and smiled. "Can you hear the rain?" TBC.... (We're starting the countdown to Devlin's departure and yes, he's definitely going)