Title: Blue Eyed Devil Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: None of the BtVS characters belong to me. Feedback: Love some, thanks! Rating: Up to NC-17 Summary: AU. Spike Devlin is the lead singer for the band 'Blue Eyed Devil'. Buffy Summers is the local preschool teacher he falls in love with shortly before leaving for a nationwide tour. (AN: A word of caution to the reader who told me my sex scenes went on too long...this whole chapter is pretty much one long sex scene. Sorry) Part thirty-nine... Buffy stretched out on the bed, rubbing against the satiny sheets like a pleased kitten. Devlin moved his hands down her body in long long sweeping caress, enjoying the smoothness of her skin and the flesh beneath that was both soft and firm. He squeezed the full mounds of her breasts, then circled his fingers on her abdomen. When she tensed, he leaned over and kissed it gently, until she went limp again. Sliding further down, he lifted one small foot and kissed the delicate instep. Being careful not to tickle, he nibbled her toes, then took the smallest one into his mouth and sucked softly. She squirmed, but he caught the increased scent of her arousal so he knew she was all right. He kissed a path up her legs, carefully parting her thighs and settling between them. She was moist and glistening in the soft lamplight, and he inhaled deeply, her scent swirling around his head and making him dizzy. The temptation to eat the juicy peach between her legs was strong, but he wanted other things first, so he didn't linger there. He continued upwards, first his mouth, then his fingers blazing a path. Over her abdomen, up her arm to her shoulders, then back down her throat. Lying quiescently beneath him, Buffy suddenly arched her back, begging silently for his attentions to her breasts. Highly pleased by the gesture, he laid a tender trail of kisses over her breasts, starting at the lush under curve and working his way up. A light touch of his tongue on her nipple broke her silence. One soft gasp and husky moan followed another as he sucked and licked the tight peaks. Buffy's legs parted, and her hips thrust up sharply in another wordless demand. He had to pull away to keep himself from blindly thrusting into her. She complained by whimpering in her throat, a sound that turned to pleasure when he slid his hand down between her legs and inserted two fingers up in- side of her. "There you are," he murmured, licking her ear. "That better, love? Does it help?" The folds of her sex clung to his fingers as he worked them in and out of her, slowly at first, then a bit faster, then a little faster still. He caught her mouth beneath his, smiling when her lips parted and her tongue searched for his. Kissing her deeply, his thumb swept back and forth over her clit, rubbing the slick button. She placed on hand over his, making him press down harder. Amazed, he watched as her orgasm began to build. The fluids she was producing were making things even more slippery and heated. He was torn between the desire to take his fingers out of her and lick the taste of her from them, and the knowledge that he couldn't stop when she was so close. He brought her off twice, each climax short and sweet, not the lingering waves that he usually felt ripple through her body. "Stop," she panted, even as her internal muscles clamped down on his fingers. "Not yet," he said. "One more." His fingers curled upwards, easily finding the little swelling cushion of flesh. He pressed up, increasing the pressure a bit at a time. Buffy couldn't hold back the cries that poured from her throat. Her feet planted firmly on the bed, she arched her hips and screamed his name....then slowly....slowly....settled back down. "Oh....oh, god...." she panted, licking her dry lips. "What....what did you just do?" Devlin chuckled, delighted with the response he was getting from her. "Another first," he said. "Your G-spot." Withdrawing from the recess of her body, he took her clit between his finger and thumb and pinched, rubbing up and down again, capitalizing on her increased sen- sitivity. "Oh, no," she moaned. "I....I can't....not again...." "You can." He continued rubbing. "You will." Almost without her even knowing it, her hips lifted to push against his pleasuring hand. "Do it again," he encouraged her. "Come for me, kitten....do it...." "Spike," she cried. "I'm....oh....yes!" She came again, in another rush of hot juice. It was over with a few deep shudders. Buffy fell back on the bed, all her muscles becoming loose and fluid. "That....that was amazing," she said. "So...so intense." He smirked at her as he withdrew his fingers and licked them. "I could tell you liked it. Never heard you scream so loud." "Spike!" "What?" ************************************************** "Shower or bath?" "You choose." He made a show of great concentration. "Well, we've already showered together. Let's try a bath." Buffy nodded and sat down on the side of the enormous bathtub, leaning down to twist the faucets. She found the proper temperature, then stood up and dropped her robe. "Holy fuck!" She turned and looked at Spike. "What?" she asked innocently. Shaking his head as though he was trying to kick start his brain, he said, "You. Standing there like that. Bare ass naked in the candlelight." "You like?" "Christ, yes! Come here." "No...bath first." "Hell with it. I want to fuck you." "Such language," she scolded mildly, retreating to the opposite side of the tub. He paced after her. "Okay, I want to screw you." "Spike!" "Lay you?" "Will you stop?" "Shag you senseless?" "Get away!" "Buffy!" He dropped the towel and gestured south- ward. "Look at me!" She looked, delicious shivers chasing up and down her spine. He was rigidly hard. His shaft had a deep reddish tinge to it, and was oozing semen. "That looks...uncomfortable," she observed. "It is," he whined. "In fact....it's starting to hurt." "Really?" Was that possible? "Yes, really." He gave her his most winning smile. "Do something." The hungry look in his eyes won her over. "Oh, all right. Climb in the tub," she instructed him. "What?" He tilted his head quizzically. "No. I thought..." "Get in the bathtub." "But...but the bed...." Buffy stepped into the tub herself, then picked up a bath mitten fashioned from a soft sponge, and a bottle of scented body wash. "Come on," she coaxed him, hoping she knew what she was doing. When he saw her slip the mitten on and soak it in the hot water, he grinned happily. "Yes, Miss Buffy." He sat back, leaning against the tile. Buffy stepped between his outstretched legs and sat down, then squirted a glob of soap into the mitten and worked up a thick, creamy lather. She started at his shoulders and washed her way down his body, paying special attention to his chest and his lower abdomen. She had him lift one leg, washed it thoroughly, then moved on to the other. After he was completely rinsed, she had him sit on the side of the tub. She applied a little more soap to her bath glove, then wrapped it firmly around his erection and squeezed. He muttered something under his breath that she couldn't quite understand. Keeping her hand around him, she slipped it up and down the turgid length of his penis, teasing him by going very slowly. He hissed air in between his clenched teeth, lifting his hips slightly. "Faster," he pleaded. She increased her speed only by a fraction. "Like this?" "Mm-hmm....more." The soap laden glove slid easily up and down. She could feel him growing even harder in her hand. Glancing up, she saw that his eyes were closed in fierce concentration. The candlelight flickered gently, playing in his hair and across the sharply handsome planes of his face. She began moving just a little bit faster, her movements eliciting a soft groan from him. When his hips began lifting to meet her strokes, she made a cup of her left hand and filled it with water, then rinsed the soap off. "Buffy," he gasped in frustration. "Please...please, love...." Before she could lose her nerve, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth, sliding her lips down as far as she could take him. Spike opened his eyes, watching her. His hand removed the butterfly clip securing her hair, re- leasing it to fall down like a silky cloud around her face. The soft tresses danced across his thighs as her head moved up and down. "God, Buffy....yes. That's so good," he whispered, stroking her hair back so as not to hide the view of what she was doing to him. "Suck harder, love. Use your tongue on it." She increased the suction, her cheeks hollowing as she drew upwards. Letting the head slip from her mouth, she licked him as delicately as a little cat, swirling her tongue around his glans, then stroking just under the ridge. Spike continued to watch with half closed eyes as his breathing changed to sharp, intense gasps for air. Buffy licked her lips and took him back in, closing her eyes when she tasted the salty sweetness of his semen. "Buffy....suck me deeper....suck me hard." She made a growling noise in her throat as she slid further down, sliding her tongue up and down the prominent vein and letting the vibration of her voice increase his pleasure. Spike pushed his fingers into her hair, holding her and guiding her up and down, his hips jerking forward slightly. He was almost dizzy with the vibrant need to ejaculate, desperate for it, but he was enjoying her tender touch beyond anything else. Hard to believe this was the same woman who had turned eleven different shades of red when he'd teased her about listening to the music that first night at Union Jack's. Somehow, in the past week or so, she had gone through a dazzling metamorphosis, changing from a shy, reserved school teacher into the wanton little sex kitten crouching between his spread legs, sucking his dick with a skill that was completely natural. Her timidity was gone, for the moment anyway...he had no doubt it would be back. But that was fine with him. He loved the way she kept him guessing, kept him wondering who he would be dealing with at any given time. She sucked him sweetly, then licked her way from the base of his shaft to the head. When she brought her hand up to cup his sac and fondle him there, he was certain he was about to lose his mind. His climax was beginning to build in earnest. God, he was so close...so damn close.... "Buffy...honey...I'm going to come soon...I can't....can't hold it....back...love..." She looked up at him, but kept sucking, moving her head in his grasp so he could feel all of her mouth. Spike's control was dwindling rapidly. "Buffy....baby...let me do it....let me come in your mouth...please, baby. It feels so good when you don't stop. Can I? Please.." She answered him by slipping her free hand around and grasping his backside, urging him to thrust. He took her signal without question, pushing himself in and pulling back out, over and over again, watching his dick emerge from her sweet little mouth, all shiny from her saliva. Buffy bore down further, tugging at him with the pressure of her mouth, making him grunt with enjoyment. When he felt the gentle scrape of her teeth, he knew it was all over. Releasing one last, harsh cry, he pumped himself into Buffy's mouth with ecstatic pleasure, letting his orgasm swell from his balls up through his belly. His shaft pulsed and contracted, stiffening even more as his semen jetted out of him, spurting with deep throbs into her mouth. "Yes! Oh, fuck....yes....Buffy...Christ, baby....suck me....do it....hard...HARD!" As wonderfully draining as it was, he couldn't look away, had to watch, loving the sight of her taking it all, sucking it out of him, swallowing it, then licking him clean with her pretty, pink tongue. "Ohhhhh...." he groaned, leaning back against the tile wall. "Baby...you do me so damn good." Buffy sat back on her heels in the water, smiling in a way that told him how pleased she was with him and with herself, as well. "Let's get in bed, love. I've gotta rest." Her green eyes glowed with a purely feminine pride, but all she said was, "All right." ************************************************** They hadn't been beneath the sheet for more than two minutes when Spike rolled over and kissed her, his tongue thrusting deeply into her mouth. Definitely NOT a 'goodnight' kiss. He reached down between Buffy's thighs, coaxing that sweet moisture out of her again. "Bloody hell," he muttered, "you're always so wet and hot for me, Buffy. You're so fucking unbelievable." Nudging her legs farther apart, he settled down in between them. "You're ready for me now," he added, angling his hips to rub his newly hardened cock against her opening. She gripped his biceps, holding him back. "Wait a second. I thought you needed to rest." "I did. I'm rested." "Already?" "Uh-huh." He gave her that wickedly sexy look that always turned her to jello. "You gonna let me in?" "Well...." "Please, Buffy....beautiful, sexy little school teacher," he cajoled. "Invite me in." Sighing, she parted her legs further for him. "You must think I'm a real push-over." "No. Swear to God, I don't....a little more, babe. That's it....yeah...oh, yeah.." Reaching down, he took his shaft into his hand and rubbed the head against her, coating it with her wetness. Buffy inhaled sharply when he brushed against her clit, then lingered to rub her there a little harder. "You like that? Do you?" "Yes...I love it," she murmured, digging her nails into his arms. "You know I do." "But I like to hear it. I love hearing your pleasure. The things you say....those sweet little sounds you make when I'm hitting all the right places." He loomed over her in the dark room as she raised her knees. "You don't need any more rest?" "I need you," he whispered, dipping his head to bite at her ear lobe. "I need to be inside you...as deep as I can go." "Oh." She clutched him tighter. "I...oh...." "I want to feel you come," he said, swaying his hips from side to side. "I love the way it feels when you tighten around my cock...when you pour that cream all over it...oh, Buffy....baby...." Her moan became a gasp when he did something delicious, a wet, licking caress up and down her labia with the head of his penis. "I want in now, baby...want to slide in all the way...all the way in that tight little pussy...want to go slow...make it last...." Good as his word, he positioned himself and began that deep, lingering penetration. She could feel every inch of him gliding into her, smooth as hot silk, filling her com- pletely. "Oh, Christ," he bit out, setting his jaw. "That's it...it's in all the way...ahhhh...yeah." For a long, wonderful moment, he didn't move except to grind down against her. Buffy's fingers danced down his back to the base of his spine, then smoothed out and caressed his damp skin. "I love you," he panted hotly in her ear. "Love you so fucking much. I'd die without you." He was holding himself off her, leaning his weight on his forearms. Tenderly, she brushed his sweaty curls back from his face. "Spike..." "Say you love me," he pleaded. "Just me...no one else." "I love you," she whispered, lifting her hips to him. "I only love you. No one else. Not ever." "Just me," he repeated, thrusting hard. "I'm your man." "Yes...yes...yes..." she chanted, becoming lost in the rhythm. "You are...only you." He pumped his hips harder, alternating his thrusts with the side to side motions, making sure to stimulate her clit with each inward push. Buffy's toes curled into the mattress as their bodies slapped together and pulled apart, surging and writhing together, sticky and wet. "Arch your back," he demanded. "I want your breasts. I want to suck them." She obeyed, watching him lower his head and engulf her right breast in his mouth. He suckled hard, moving his head around and tonguing her nipple. Every time he sucked hard, she could feel an answering twitch down in her womb. He began licking her then, his tongue flat and wet, covering the surface of her breasts with greedy hunger, lapping with hard strokes. Burying his face in the hollow between them, he clenched the cheeks of his ass and began pounding in harder and faster. Losing himself in the delirium, he nuzzled her. He was quite certain that he could do this forever. Just lay on top of her and thrust his aching flesh in as he suckled her tits like a ravenous child. God it was good. Nothing had ever felt this way. So good. So hot and wet and tight. It was fantastic. And the love...the love made it perfect. Love elevated this to something far beyond sex. No matter how down and dirty it got, how many raw words were shouted, the love they shared made it sweet. His mouth moved over her, licking and tasting, and kissing every inch of her breasts. His tongue painted circles around her nipples, then flicked rapidly over them before he took her back in to suck on her again. As good as it was, he didn't protest when he felt her trying to pry him away from her breasts. He raised his face and looked at her, seeing what she wanted in the heated glow of her eyes. "Kiss me," she said softly. He covered her mouth with his, and everything around them melted into a vortex of heat and moist, tender flesh. Her lips were velvet, coaxing and caressing his tongue as it slid between them to play with hers. As they kissed, he moved his hand down and began to finger her clit, stroking it gently, spreading the wet- ness around on it. Buffy whimpered, her head jerking back and grinding into the pillow. "There it is," he said, encouraging her to feel it all. "You know what's coming, don't you? You know how it'll feel...how it'll pull your soul right out of your body..." He rubbed his fingers against that hot, throbbing pleasure spot, pushing down harder with every thrust of his dick. Her body was a tensed, arched bow beneath him. She was close, he could feel it and he could smell it. "Come on, baby," he said, pinching her gently, "Do it...come for me...you're so pretty when you come. So sweet and sexy." Buffy met every thrust, rocking against him, her mind going on temporary walk-about from everyday life. "You, too," she choked. "You....come..." "With you?" he finished. "Oh, I will, baby. I...will..." It ended with a mutual cry of satisfaction, with a hot, bursting gush of him inside her, with a tightness clamping around him like a velvet fist, milking him, draining him. Spike's arms finally gave out, and he collapsed on top of Buffy with a whispered apology as every muscle in his body turned to water. When he felt her little fingers moving gently over him, stroking him, petting him...he knew she was just fine. "Love you," he slurred, drifting into sleep, unable to hold it off. "I love you, too. See you in my dreams?" "Mm-hmmmm...." TBC...