"Who said I was stopping?" he grinned. His hand returned to slide down the
length of her spine, resting on the small of hrer back, just above the
crease of her buttocks. His voice was low and silky, sending waves of shiver
after shiver through her body. "The question is... where else do you want to
be touched?"

"Here?" he asked. She moaned as his fingers cupped the soft flesh of her
buttocks and moved between her thighs.

"Or there?" He brushed ever so slightly against the warm slick folds of her
core only to skitter along her thighs. She grunted in frustration.

"Maybe here?" His palms caressed the flesh of her calves with the slightest
touch. She moaned. She never knew her legs could be so sensitive.

"How about there?" he purred as he stroked her ankles. They jerked up. He
grinned. She was ticklish. Good.

He parted her legs gently and knelt between them. He ran his hands along her
thighs, his thumbs again dipping into her wet warmth. She bucked back,
wincing as her back ached in protest.

"Keep still, love," he grinned against the nape of her neck. She felt his
shirt drop to the ground near her. "Absolutely still. Now where were we?"

"Here?" he whispered against her oiled skin. His cool catlike tongue
caressed the hollowed small of her back. She gasped, gripping the towel
under head. His fingers followed the lines of her ribs, brushing the sides
of her breasts and then running back down her body until they cupped her
hips.

As his tongue traced the column of her spine she arched, her head tilted up.
She bit her lip until blood rose in her mouth. The coppery taste filled her
senses as two of his fingers slid into her. She whimpered, determined to
keep still as sculpture.

Spike caught the scent of the blood from her lip mixed with her arousal. His
jeans constricted painfully. He began spiraling his fingers gently, his
thumb massaging just below her clit. Every time he came close, she clenched
around his fingers. He chuckled, adding another finger as he scraped his
blunt teeth across her shoulder.

"Spike," she groaned. "Pleeeeeeease?"

"Please, what, Willow?" he asked, dipping his head to meet her bloodied
lips. His tongue lapped gently at the wounds, then sucked the sweet nectar
from them greedily. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want," she pleaded.

"You're going to have to say it," he murmured against her lips. "I want to
hear you say it."

"I want you..." she whispered huskily. A bright pink flush came over her
skin, making her all the more beautiful. With his other hand he lowered the
zipper of his jeans.

"You want me to what?" he grinned, barely tickling her clit. She cried out.
It was as if she was falling into downy black quiet and the only sound she
could hear was Spike's soft, smoky voice.

Spike guided his cock just at her entrance, the tip brushing against the
edges of her swollen folds. He thumb pressed "I'm waiting for you to
command me, Willow."

"I want you to make me cum!" she cried.

"That's all you had to say," he grinned. He gently thrust into her, bucking
as her velvet heat enveloped him. They groaned simultaneously.
He began to move slowly within her, his fingers dancing across her clit. He
wanted her to come hard and fast. He knew he couldn't last long with her
clenching around him like this. She was too hot and too tight and he had
wanted her for too long.

He took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged at it gently. He traced the
shell-like flesh with his tongue as he felt her orgasm building.

"Cum for me, love," he whispered. "I want you to cum for me."

She reached back, cupping the nape of his neck as he plunged into her. She
pressed his mouth against her skin, giving him permission. His game face
slid into place and his fangs gently broke the skin between her neck and
shoulder.

She yelped as he lapped at the wound like a kitten. The pain faded into a
pulsing pleasure as her heartbeat surged against his mouth. She spasmed
around him as he came screaming against her neck. Her muscles still twitched
and tightened as his seed spilled into her. They collapsed on the floor in
sweat-sheened jumble.

He laid over her, buried in her and panting for the sheer joy of it against
her skin. His arm wrapped under as he rolled, tucking her against his chest.
Her lips clamped over her nipple, rolling the sensitive nub between her
teeth.

"Ahh!" he cried out. "Don't touch me, pet, please, for just a second. Let me
recover."

She grinned, continuing her torment. He gasped.

"I take it you're feeling better?" he grinned.

"Lots," she nodded. She kissed him hungrily and then pulled away
reluctantly. "You have a serious future in physical therapy."

"Only for you, love," he chuckled. "Only for you."

THE END

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