Buffy's Dream

"What did you do . . . Buffy . . . What did you do . . ." a creepy voice whispered in her mind.

Buffy turned over restlessly in her sleep, lay on her side and faced the edge of the bed.

"It's all right, love," Spike assured her. His sensuous British accent filled the room.

Buffy immediately flooded with arousal. Her insides became squishy and she moaned softly in her sleep. The very thought of Spike turned her on. His voice. His touch. His looks. Bleached blond and dangerous under the surface.

Spike appeared behind her. He slid naked under the covers and moved up behind her, pressing his cool body against her warm flesh. He caressed his fingertips along her arm, under the covers. His cool fingers trailed along her side, over her hip and along her thigh and back up again.

Buffy opened her eyes and frowned. She pressed herself back against him whispering his name sleepily. Her body cried out for his touch. She cried a bit in frustration that this was a dream. Spike wasn't really here. His touch was phantom.

"Shh, it's all right. It'll be our little secret," Spike whispered near her ear before kissing her bare shoulder, licking the flesh there.

Buffy turned to face him, grabbing his head, pulling him closer as she kissed him passionately. She rolled him over on his back and straddled his hips. The feel of his cool body against her, under her, made her wetter. She moaned against his mouth, sucking gently on his full bottom lip and rocked against his shaft. Her juices coated his cock as she rubbed against it.

Spike groaned low in his throat and pressed his crotch up against her pelvic bone, his skin tingling when he heard her throaty groan. His hands traveled down her back to cup her ass and raised his hips, grinding his length against her cleft.

"Take me inside you, Buffy," Spike moaned against her lips.

Buffy sat up, meeting his eyes. She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his shaft and guided him into her slick tunnel. She slid down the length until he hit her core. She moaned when the bulbous head hit her cervix. Once he was buried deep inside her, she started rocking her hips on him.

Spike nearly lost it when her tight body engulfed his cock. He gripped her hips and ground up against her. His big hands guided her rocking movements and matched them to his thrusts. He never took his eyes from hers as they moved together. He pulled her down against him and rolled them over.

Buffy wrapped her arms and thighs around his body, pulling him against her. She arched against him, groaning his name. She raked her nails along his back to grip his own hips as she began grinding up and gyrating against him, riding her hips against him erotically.

Spike gritted his teeth against the exquisite torment of Buffy's inner muscles stretching and squeezing around his shaft. He had to feel her, touch her. He couldn't keep his hands off her hot body. She had a body that felt like a furnace which threatened to burn him up. What a way to die! Buried balls deep inside his Slayer.

"Please Spike, fuck me." Buffy urged Spike on with her bucking hips against him.

"God, Buffy . . . You're so hot, tight. Fit so snug and perfect around my cock." Spike's seductive timbre fanned against her ear.

Spike kissed her cheek, moving to her neck. He sucked on her pulse point, nipping at the flesh with blunt teeth. His cock drove hard and deep inside her. He gripped her hips, raising them against him to push deeper.

Buffy cried out for more. Her skin tingled wherever Spike touched her. She ran her hands all over him wherever she could reach. She had to touch him. She tried to absorb him by pressing her hips against him, grinding hard.

"Spike . . . I need you, I need to feel you inside me. This isn't enough." Buffy moaned, arching against him, throwing her head back into the pillow, exposing his throat.

"I am inside you, pet," Spike groaned into her throat.

To show her, Spike plunged his cock deep inside her harder, faster. He gripped her body, holding her against him as he buried his shaft deep inside her. With his driving hips came the sound of the headboard banging against the wall.

Buffy let go of Spike to grip the headboard to muffle the noise. She used the headboard as leverage to buck and grind her hips up against his hammering thrusts. She rode him faster, trying to get him deeper.

Spike guided her hips in his possessive grip. He groaned as her muscles clamped down on his shaft. He licked her throat, never letting up on the hard thrusting. She wanted him inside her, that's what he'd be. He continued to fuck her in a hard-driven rhythm.

"Buffy . . . I can't hold back anymore . . . Bloody hell, Buffy . . ." Spike growled into her throat.

Buffy let go of the headboard and gripped his shoulders. She clawed at him. She gave him access to her throat as she arched against his thrusting hips, needing to feel him against her.

Spike accepted her invitation and licked the pulse point on her neck. Their rising passions and her nails, her thighs, her muscles clamping around him, pulling him against her, inside her, made his demon come out. He vamped, his thrusts becoming more demanding, claiming her. He sank his fangs into her neck, growling low against her throat as her essence spilled over his tongue.

Buffy arched against him when he bit into her. She clutched at his shoulders, her fingers lacing in his hair holding him to her. She moaned his name, her muscles contracted around his cock, milking his shaft as she came hard, shuddering under his body.

Spike growled her name into her throat. Her orgasm triggered his. He hugged her possessively as he came, buried inside her. He nearly wept from the feeling of her around him, clutching him like a lifeline with the way she hugged him to her.

"Spike. You're real . . ." Buffy cried softly into his neck as she fell asleep against him.

The time-lapsing dreams started again and she snapped awake to find Spike gone and she still wearing her clothes, lying on top of the covers.