Part 14
Buffy directed him to her bedroom, thankful that at
least one room in her house was fully put together.
Spike stepped over the threshold and set her on her
feet. Sliding one arm around her waist, he pulled
her body flush against his and lowered his mouth to
capture hers.
Melting like chocolate in hot sunshine, Buffy offered
no resistance. She participated fully in the experience,
slipping her arms around his back and hugging him
fiercely close.
When she finally had to break away to breathe,
she tried to think of something to say to fill the silence.
Something terribly sophisticated and seductive.
"I...I should brush my teeth," was what came out of
her mouth. **Oh, for....**
She made a face at the inane comment she'd just
uttered.
He didn't seem to mind. "If you want to, by all means,"
he said, releasing her. "But don't do it on my account."
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**Brilliant...just brilliant..**
Buffy glared at herself in the bathroom mirror.
Sophisticated and seductive. Yeah, right. She
was the ANTI-seductive champion of the world at
that moment.
Spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste, she rinsed
her brush and placed it back in it's holder with
absurd care, then filled a cup with water and added
a small amount of mouthwash.
After she spat it into the sink, she ran the water to
clean the basin. She brushed her hair and dried her
face on a towel.
When there was nothing left to do in the bathroom
outside of the obvious...and she wasn't about to do
THAT with him in her bedroom, able to hear every-
thing...she flicked off the bathroom light and opened
the door.
Peering nervously into the dim light of her bedside
lamp, she saw him sitting on the end of her bed. His
jacket was tossed on the back of a padded armchair,
with his scuffed boots on the floor next to it.
As she watched, he reclined back on the bed. Leaning
on one elbow, he raised his free hand and beckoned
her with one finger, displaying the universal sign that
meant "Come on over here."
Ordering her feet to quit being such scaredy-cats, she
approached the bed. When her knees made contact
with the mattress, she started to climb on...only to
be stopped by his voice.
"Will you do something for me?" he asked, his eyes
moving up and down her body.
She would do pretty much anything for him right
then, so she nodded yes.
Moving a little ways back on the bed, he
smiled. "Take your shirt off," he requested, his
voice husky.
Buffy hesitated for a moment, then crossed her
arms over herself and grasped the hem of her
tank top in both hands. She peeled the snug
material away from her skin, then over her head
and off.
She stood before him, clad in her wraparound
skirt, and her strapless bra...a little confection
made of cream lace and satin.
One of her deepest passions was beautiful
lingerie, and she had a vast collection of it
in her bureau. Everything from tiny lace thongs,
to camisoles and tap pants, to snug fitting
teddies, to garter belts and fancy stockings.
In many different colors and fabrics, she was a
one woman Victoria's Secret catalog.
Since it was her only true needless indulgence,
she indulged every chance she got. She only
bought the best, and if the expression on Devlin's
face was anything to judge by, he appreciated
the effort.
"That's very pretty," he said, with that killer smile
on his good looking face. "Is there more?"
Well, yes, there WAS actually.
His eyes were riveted on her as she undid the hook
of her skirt, unwrapping her wraparound and letting
it fall to the floor.
Devlin drew in a harsh breath at the sight she pre-
sented him.
The matching panties to her bra clung to her hips,
secured only by tiny, flimsy satin ribbons. Her
stockings were thigh-highs, held up by a decorative
band of elastic lace and nothing else.
"You are, hands down, the sexiest looking thing
I've ever laid eyes on," he swore, his gaze burning
with a new heat.
Buffy blushed at the compliment. It couldn't possibly
be true, since he no doubt had contact with beautiful
women every hour on the hour, but it was pretty nice
to hear, just the same.
It was as though he could read her mind. "You think
I'm just saying that, don't you," he asked.
She did...but she couldn't very well admit it to him.
Playing it safe, she just shrugged.
"I'm gonna prove it to you." He rose to his knees and
walked on them to the foot of the bed. Placing his
hands on her waist, he bent his head and nuzzled the
soft flesh of her abdomen.
Buffy's own knees wobbled. The feel of his lips pressing
slow, moist kisses on her skin, was just...magical.
Seemingly on their own, she watched her fingers
thread into his silky blond hair. She stifled an
urge to pinch herself and make sure she wasn't
in the middle of an erotic dream...AGAIN...and played
with the unruly curls.
He startled her by straightening up suddenly. Looking
directly into her eyes, he reached behind her and
searched for the hooks that held her bra.
Unable to locate them, he frowned. "Um..I can't..."
Buffy took his hands and brought them back around
her front, taking them to the place hidden beneath
a small satin rosebud in the middle of the garment.
A slow, hot smile began to tug at the corners of his
lips. "Handy," he murmured, twisting the clasp
open.
"It's hard to believe...being who you are and all...that
you've never seen a front closing bra before," she
said.
He just laughed a little. "I've had a very sheltered
life," he teased.
Letting the bra fall on the floor behind her, he placed
his hands over the lush curves of her bare breasts,
squeezing them gently.
"Oh!" Buffy gasped as he fondled her. Unaware of
it, she leaned forward, pushing her flesh more firmly
into the warm palms of his hands.
He explored every inch of her, massaging the soft
mounds, sweeping his thumbs back and forth on
her nipples.
"Such a lovely shade of pink," he mused, tugging
gently on the the tight peaks.
Buffy was rapidly scaling a height she'd never
reached before. He started at the base of her
breasts and then squeezed them all the way
up to her engorged nipples. It was a sensuous
caress, almost a milking motion.
She could feel her body responding with pleasure,
expelling moisture into her underwear as her
sex contracted with every pull of his hands.
He moved harder and faster, making her whimper
in the most amazing torture he could devise.
Before she knew what was about to happen, she
felt an orgasmic rush shooting through her loins.
Buffy couldn't believe what had just happened,
and it took her a moment to process it.
Devlin seemed to know without any sort of in-
depth analysis. "You're so responsive," he murmured
in amazement. "God....you came...just from me
caressing your breasts."
She couldn't summon up the energy to be em-
barrassed by her lack of control. "Uh-huh," was
all she could say.
He grinned a delighted grin. "I can't wait to see what
you do when I lick and suck them."
Just HEARING that sentence nearly brought on an
immediate encore.
"Um...I need to sit down." **Before I FALL down**
she wanted to add, but didn't.
"All right, love," he said, pulling her forward until
she was on the bed and kneeling in front of him. "But
let me taste first."
Cupping her breasts from beneath, he lifted them in
his palms and lowered his head.
His tongue darted out, playfully flicking each pink
bud.
Buffy looked down to watch as he moved back
and forth from one breast to the other, giving each
one his devoted attention.
It was an erotic sight, and it felt better than just
about anything she'd felt before, but it was getting
to the point where she needed something more.
Something like.....
He pushed her breasts together, looking up at her
as he lapped them with his tongue. "Do you want
me to suck them?" he asked, his face buried in her
cleavage.
Oh, yes, that was it.
His teeth nipped at her, then he opened his mouth
and took her right breast in. Sucking hard, he nursed
at her aching flesh.
With soft moans of pleasure erupting from him, he
swirled his tongue around the nipple as he kept
sucking. When he had her the way he wanted her,
he moved, dragging his tongue wetly to her other
breast and taking it deeply into his mouth.
Holding it there, he sucked as his hands left her
breasts and moved down her sides to her hips. With-
out releasing her breast, he found and tugged the
little satin ribbons that held up her panties.
He pulled them from between her thighs, then
dropped them and replaced them with his hand.
Indicating that he wanted her to widen her knees,
he wedged his hand in and cupped her firmly,
giving her a gentle squeeze.
His mouth released her nipple with a wet suck
as he fumbled with the front of his jeans.
Buffy heard the snap pop open and the zipper
slide down.
Then he straightened up and took her hand,
guiding it into the opening of his trousers.
"Touch me," he whispered.
She wrapped her fingers around the hard velvet
length of him, taking it out of his pants. She
couldn't help staring for a moment, and she
blushed when he caught her doing it.
"Well?" he asked, his eyes dancing with light.
Well. Well, indeed. His thick, straining erection
was as beautiful as the rest of him. It throbbed
in her hand and moistened her fingers with a
clear fluid that seeped from the head.
Instinct was the only explanation for it when her
hand began to slide up and down.
Spike whipped his t-shirt off while his hips moved
back and forth, his shaft gliding through her wet
fingers.
It only lasted a few moments before he had to pull
out of her grasp.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned, in a delirium of both
agony and it's counterpart. "If...you have to stop or
I'm gonna come."
When he managed to calm himself back down a
bit, he met her eyes and smiled, taking hold of
her shoulders.
"Come here and lie down," he said turning her in
his arms and easing her down on the bed. "And
I'll take you to the stars and back."
TBC.....
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