The bath I take as soon as I get home must've lasted for hours. I keep draining the tub partially and filling it up again so the water wouldn't get cold. I think I fell asleep at one point, so I climb out and head to bed so I wouldn't drown, 'cause this would be a bad time in my life to drown. But once in bed, I can't sleep. I just lay there,
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I kiss him quickly on the mouth and pull away, tugging his shirt off. I let my fingers run over the bare skin of his chest, watching the progress, the perfect paleness, the hard muscles, Spike's wonderful body that I've wanted for so long and that, finally, belongs to me, at least for now. And I can have anything...
We're not touching, except my fingertips on his chest. Reaching up to trace the curve of his cheekbone with one finger, I lower my head down, kissing his jaw and down his neck, over his chest, swirling my tongue over the bite mark that I left on his skin last night. My hair spills over his skin, and trails after me as I move up to kiss him again, this time slowly lowering my body down to his. My hips straddle his and I can feel him hard beneath me, the bare skin of my stomach is next to his and it makes me shiver. My skirt is short enough to ride up when I press down against him, and the friction makes me gasp quietly.
"I like it," I whisper against his mouth, "when you're on top." Yeah, you know what I like.
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