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Part 16


In the aftermath of ecstasy, the room was
blissfully quiet.

Devlin lay with his arms wrapped around Buffy's waist,
and his head pillowed on her tummy. He smiled
when he felt her fingers playing in his hair.

"You okay, kitten?"

"Mm-hmm," Buffy sighed. "Never...ever...better."

"Never ever?"

She giggled. "Ever."

He raised his head and caught her sweet smile. Suddenly
inspired, he leaped to his feet on the bed, grinning like
a fool. "I feel fantastic!" he said loudly, throwing his arms
out dramatically.

Although a certain portion of his anatomy was in
serious need of attention, Buffy focused on his face,
greatly amused at his demeanor. She almost expected
him to start pounding on his chest.

She was about to tell him to settle down when he
dropped to his knees and pounced on her.

"You," he said happily, "are the best thing that's ever
happened to me. I'm gonna write music for you...and
songs about you...and make love to you every chance
I get."

By reply, she slipped one hand behind his neck and
pulled him down close. "So...what's stopping you?"
she asked, her breath warm on his lips.

Spike looked at her, chagrined. "Oh, baby....I'm
not doing right by you, am I?" He dropped a kiss on
her lips. "Forgive me?"

Buffy shrugged. "Only if you do right by me...right
now."

Giving her the smile that made her toes curl, he
arranged himself next to her, then took her hand.
Bringing it to his lips, he pressed a gentle kiss in
her palm, touching it briefly with his tongue.

Without a word, he guided her hand down between
them and placed her fingers around the steely hardness
of his shaft.

Instinctively, Buffy tightened her grasp and moved he
hand up and down.

Devlin's breath was ragged as she touched and
teased him. "Oh, baby....that's perfect," he said,
allowing his eyes to close briefly. "You have such
a soft little hand."

His own hand moved between her legs, cupping the
wet mound and squeezing gently.

She was only peripherally aware of the pleasure his
touch was giving her. Most of her attention was pinned
on what she was doing to him, and the reaction it was
getting.

His penis was rock hard, but the skin covering it was
smooth. He felt warm and solid in her hand, and when
she moved her thumb up and over his glans, fluid seeped
from it, wetting her fingers.

She used her thumb to massage the semen back into
the tip of his erection, making him shudder and moan.

"You...you can do it harder, babe," he murmured in
a husky voice. "That's right....a little faster...oh, yeah.
Yeah, that's....that's it....mmm.."

He gasped, and she lifted her face to look at him
at the same moment he looked at her. Their mouths
came together, melding and burning with love, and
lust, and need. Little parts blending to form
a wonderful whole.

Breaking away, Devlin fell over on his back and
pushed his hips forward, thrusting his hard flesh in
and out of her tiny fingers.

Buffy raised up slightly and watched him.

"Spike?" she whispered. "What do you feel...when
I touch you?"

He didn't open his eyes, but he smiled. "Heaven,"
he whispered back. "Paradise...Valhalla...Shangri-
La...all those places...where miracles happen."

She hesitated, trying to work up enough nerve to
ask her next question. "Do you...would you like me
to...to..."

"Don't stop," he begged.

"Oh!" She HAD stopped. Hadn't meant to, but she'd
been concentrating too much on putting her thoughts
into words, and her hand had ceased it's easy, up and
down caress. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "S'all right, love...God, that feels
good...such soft hands..."

This time, she kept her hand in motion. "But I was
just thinking that...if you want me to..."

Devlin opened his eyes and looked at her. "What,
baby?"

Buffy's cheeks turned red, but she fought down the
embarrassment of having to ask a man if he'd enjoy
feeling her mouth where her hand was.

"What you did to me...before?" she ventured. "I...I
want to...I mean, if YOU want me to...I...I could...oh,
dear," she finished fretfully, certain that she was
making a huge muddle of the whole thing.

But he came to her rescue. "Buffy...I would love
that," he assured her. "Please...do anything you
want to do to me. I'm your's, baby."

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Now, a whole NEW tide of crimson swept into her
cheeks. Although her offer had been sincere and
heartfelt, she had neglected to mention one small
detail.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at him appealingly. "I
think it's only fair to tell you, that I...I've..."

She was stammering like a high school girl con-
fronting the captain of the football team, and she
hated it.

When she chanced a quick peek at his face, she
found him smiling tenderly.

He knew. Somehow...he knew.

"You've never done THIS before, either." It wasn't
a question.

Buffy turned even redder. "Uh-uh."

His grin widened, as he reached down and wrapped
his fingers around hers, keeping up the slow stroking
motion.

"It's really not all that difficult, love," he told her. "Are
you sure you want to?"

So sweet, he was. Giving her a chance to back out.

She was confident that she wouldn't be getting
a second one.

"I'm sure," she said firmly, not allowing herself to stop
and think.

Sudden fire kindled in his eyes at her words. "Go on
down, then," he directed her. "Get comfortable."

Beating her nervousness back with a broom handle,
Buffy slid down and positioned herself between his
wide spread legs.

Holding him at the base of his erect penis, she
studied the task before her with all the same
careful consideration she'd given final exams in
school.

It was an impressive sight. Bigger than she'd
expected it to be, having only observed it in
furtive little glances when it was beneath the
confinement of tough denim.

Long and straight, with prominent veins feeding it
the rush of blood it needed in order to develop and
maintain erections, it had a blunt, bell shaped
head that was leaking drops of semen.

A loud sigh jolted her out of her silent perusal,
bringing back the tinge of color to her cheeks.

Knowing that if she hesitated further she would
lose her nerve, Buffy leaned down and took him
into her mouth.

His groan told her that she'd done exactly
the right thing. He was hot and tasted salty on
her tongue.

Sliding down as far as she could without gagging
herself...and how embarrassing would THAT be...she
found the right rhythm and applied it diligently.

As his shaft slid wetly in and out of her mouth, she
remembered him watching her while he'd been
giving her this same pleasure.

Wanting to see...wanting to know...she looked
up at his face.

His eyes had become an even deeper shade
of blue. A rich indigo, they were glassy and heavy
lidded.

Meeting her gaze with his, he mouthed, "So good,
baby..."

Buffy was thrilled by this, and a little surprised at the
same time. Apparently, experience wasn't the only
factor in doing this well. Instinct counted for a lot,
too.

Redoubling her efforts, she did everything she could
think of...which, admittedly...wasn't much. She ex-
perimented with pace and pressure, moving her head
like a weaving cobra slithering out of it's basket to
be charmed.

Releasing her hold on the base of his shaft, she
dared to send her hand down further between his
legs, cupping and fondling the heavy sac of his
testicles.

Spike was moaning steadily now, striving for the
delicious release she was bringing him to.

Buffy inched one finger just a little further down,
stroking a place that seemed to be excruciatingly
sensitive.

With a hoarse shout, he buried his hands in her
hair and began thrusting up into her mouth.

"Oh...oh, yeah," he breathed. "Do it again! Do it
again! Yes...suck harder...sweet...

Buffy obliged, and it was the last bit of stimulation
he could take. He had to make her stop.

"Buffy!" He frantically pulled her up and rolled on
top of her. "NOW!!"



TBC.....

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