“Why
tonight?”
Green
eyes met blue. “Why not? This could be our last night.
Please, Spike, don’t
ask questions…just close your eyes and let yourself
fall...and I'll show you
heaven before we all go to hell.” Buffy whispered in his ear.
Slowly
she kissed a path down his neck over his breast, where she paused, and
swirled
her tongue round his nipples. Spike moaned and buried his fingers into
her hair.
She loved it when he did that, and she sighed happily as she continued
her way
down his body.
Buffy
put her hands around his cock, moving them slowly up and down. She
lowered her
mouth to the head, and gave it a little, teasing lick.
Spike
inhaled sharply and closed his eyes as she licked harder and faster.
The
expression on his face, and the sound of his breathing becoming heavier
was
making her more and more aroused, her skin growing warmer as she
continued.
Buffy pumped his shaft while she placed kisses around the head. She
watched him
from under her eyelashes, even as she traced the veins that lay under
the
silk-like skin, tracing over them, up and down with her tongue.
Buffy
lifted his shaft up, bathing the underside with her tongue before she
went
further down to his balls. She cupped them in her hand and sucked on
them
passionately.
"Mhmmm!"
Spike moaned. "Fuck…Yeah!"
Buffy
licked her way back up to the head. She took the flared knob into her
mouth,
sucking on it lightly while working her tongue back and forth. Spike
laid his
head back and his hands clenched in her blonde hair. She slid her mouth
down his
cock, beginning to move her head more rapidly up and down.
“Wait….Buffy!”
Spike moaned suddenly and pushed her head up.
She
didn’t even have time to ask him why he had stopped her - she
found herself
lying on her back almost as soon as she had sat up.
"I…want
to fuck your sweet pussy…want to fuck you."
Buffy
shook her head. “No!”
She
could see in his eyes that he was desperately disappointed, and quickly
corrected her apparent rejection. “I don’t want you
to fuck me! I want you
to make love to me…sweet love…it could be the
last time we'll be together!
Please, Spike!”
His
eyes gleamed with tears…he had never thought he would hear
those words from
her.
“You
don’t know what this means to me, luv! How about you make
love to me?”
“Huh?”
Spike
didn´t explain. He simply pulled her up, till she straddled
his hips.
He
took his rigid cock and rubbed the head over her pussy. He teased her
swollen
clit with it, tapping and rubbing. Buffy's inner muscles clenched. She
groaned,
shifting her hips and holding onto the shelf behind him.
Slowly
she sunk down on his shaft. "Ohhh! OH, God!" Buffy panted. She grunted
and slid back up his cock until the head started to slip out, then back
down
again.
They
stared at each other, panting and moaning. Buffy sat motionless,
resting her
weight on him, trying to catch her breath and not pass out from the
pleasure she
was feeling. Finally she got him back where he
belonged…within her…he was
always there…in her heart…in her soul ...but it
was this that she had been
searching for all the time after their break up.
Spike's
upper body rose up while he caressed her thighs and bent forward to
kiss her
neck. Buffy leaned into him. She made little breathy sounds as he
kissed her
throat, then a path to her breast. His tongue flicked out to taste her
skin and
laved at her nipples.
After
a while he lay down again. Buffy raised herself up and started riding
him slowly
as Spike watched her rising and falling. He lifted his left hand, and
played
with her clit as she moved above him.
Buffy
could feel the familiar feeling within her. A ragged moan came from her
open
mouth, "Oh…Yes!...Ohhhhhhhh! GOD YES!...DON´T
STOP..." her cries
increased in loudness as she came.
Spike
clenched his eyes closed, pumping . He couldn't withstand Buffy's
climax; her
pussy was squeezing him endlessly
Spike groaned, biting his lip, "Buffy! I'm going to cum!"
"Oh! God, yes! Cum! Cum inside of me!" Buffy growled, gripping him
tighter with her arms and thighs.
Spike shouted and thrust all the way into Buffy, spurting into her.
She
fell bonelessly forward over him and kissed his chest. “I
love you, William”
Spike
didn´t answer her…he only played with her hair
till he heard her steady
breathing. He knew that she was sleeping. “I love you,
Buffy!” he whispered
then, and kissed her forehead.
~~***
*** ***~~
There
he sat…all alone on a bed covered in white sheets. He had
woken up again, with
a start…damn, that dream came to him every night.
He
sighed deeply as he grabbed the pillow and cuddled it in his lap. The
feathers
of his wings rustled and he spread them as if he wanted to fly away.
“How
did this all happen? Why am I in heaven?” This was a question
he had been
asking himself for months now…and nobody could give him a
good answer…or at
least, not an answer he would accept.
All
he wanted was Buffy…he wanted to be with her.
Everyday,
he wandered alone through the halls and tried to ignore the other
angels that
tried to cheer him up. He should be happy…but he
wasn’t. How could he be
happy when the best thing he'd ever known in his life wasn’t
there with him?
He
sighed again as he stood up and made his way to the window of his room.
There
he stood in all his naked glory, grieving for a woman who had told him
that she
loved him…but it was too late for him to rejoice in that
now, when she
wasn’t there with him. He
was the
saddest angel in heaven.
The End