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Chapter 9
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Spike couldn’t remember taking a faster shower before. He didn’t even take time to slick back his hair, merely toweling it free of excess water and leaving it in
silky curls that he combed through with his fingers. He also didn’t bother to drape a towel around his hips either. Sassy minx wanted to play games; he would play, too. See how she liked the preview.

He could tell from the rapid heartbeat on the other side of the door that Buffy hadn’t gone through with her threat to fall asleep. He could smell her excitement as it wafted in the air and assaulted his senses. There was a strange, fruity smell also, but Spike didn’t pay any attention to it after his first whiff of Slayer musk. Was there anything in nature that could possibly smell better?

He placed his palm on her door and drew in a deep breath of pure Buffy, closing his eyes in near rapture. All this for him…he could scarce believe it was real.

His cock was already back to full mast, standing at the ready before he even opened the door.

Buffy could feel him on the other side of the door. It wasn’t a ‘Slayer sensing a vampire’ kind of tingle, but a ‘Spike is near’ radar sort of feeling. She had
only had that once before when she believed herself deeply in love with Angel. It was a woman knowing her mate was near at hand, a feeling as old as time.

Quickly, and as silently as she could, she positioned her body on the bed in as sexy a pose as she could manage without giving away the deliberateness of the
action. "Pose? Nope, not me! This is just everyday ‘Buffy reclining on the bed’ stuff here," she laughed to herself.

Spike opened the door slowly and his eyes locked onto the woman on spread out before him on the bed. Buffy was totally nude and lying partly on her side, one
leg drawn up, looking quite a bit like those nude female portraits that used to hang behind bars in old western saloons. Her hair, now dry, spilled out over her shoulders and her nipples peeked through the strands. She was glorious!

She crooked her finger at Spike and motioned him to come to her. Her eyes, wide and moist with emotion, never left him as he made slow progress across the room to the foot of her bed.

He was larger than she had expected, but not freakishly so. Maybe it was his almost delicate body-- all slim, tight and fine boned--that had led her to expect he would be average size at best. "Yeah, like I have so much experience to know average!" Buffy mentally chided herself. She was surprised to find him circumcised, considering when he was turned. Maybe she would ask him about that later.

Buffy licked her lips as she watched him move panther-like across the room. There was not one single doubt he was a master predator and she was his willing prey. His eyes had deepened to almost cobalt blue and the intensity of his gaze was such that she could physically feel the touch. His eyes moved over her body from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head, caressing every inch with just his look.
Buffy thought she’d combust.

When he got to the foot of the bed, instead of crawling atop as she expected, he reached for her right foot and lifted it in his hands. His fingers massaged her foot with just enough pressure to make her muscles sing. As Buffy relaxed to his touch, he sat on the edge of the bed with her foot still in his hands. Not a word was spoken as he lifted her foot to his mouth and slowly, gently, ran his tongue from heel to middle toe on the bottom of her foot then followed the movement by drawing each toe between his lips, sucking firmly and sensually.

Buffy was ready to fall to her knees in thanksgiving that she wasn’t ticklish. This was just too sexy to miss because of a whacked out nervous system.

Spike finished with the small toe of that foot and gently placed it back on the bed, trading for her other foot, where he repeated the action to each appendage. When finished, he gently placed a kiss on her arch.

Buffy was breathing hard and growing ever more wet, wanting him to hurry and fill her yet loving the attention to parts no one else had ever even noticed much less lavished love upon.

His hot, wickedly talented tongue was trailing up one calf while his hands caressed and massaged the other. He didn’t go above her knees on either leg, although Buffy
began to squirm in anticipation. Spike looked up into her eyes at that point and drew his lower lip in between his teeth before smirking in a sexy way and
quirking an eyebrow at the obvious desire he could feel coming off Buffy.

Buffy hadn’t planned on just being the receiver of pleasure, but her mind was in a whirling vortex of sensation that kept her from doing much more than moaning his name and quivering in pleasure. She’d make it up to him just as soon as her body and mind reconnected. She did manage to lick her lips in anticipation of all she was planning to do to give him the same ecstasy that he was currently giving to her. Somehow she just knew he would taste as good as he looked.

His hands had moved while her mind traveled down the path of preview. Each hand had claimed a thigh and moved up and down from knee to pelvis in smooth, languid motions. She could feel the heat of his gaze as he moved her legs apart, exposing her wet, needy pussy.

Slowly he lowered his head until he was nestled between her quivering thighs. He looked up from between her legs to meet her eyes in a connection that felt electrical. His left hand slipped from her thigh to her folds and one finger began a shallow caress of her most sensitive areas. Just when Buffy wanted to scream out her need, his mouth finally claimed her clit and sent her to the brink of oblivion.

His tongue and fingers savored every nuance of her womanly secretions, proving skill that Buffy didn’t really want to know the history of his gaining. The first orgasm caused her entire body to shudder, accompanied by wails of release finally breaking the silence of their lovemaking.

Spike only let her come down for a brief moment before he plunged two fingers into her. He curled his fingers so they would reach the soft, sensitive bundle of nerves that quickly brought her to a second climax surpassing the first. His gifted fingers continued to pump, making her wet enough to encase his girth with no discomfort.

He looked up at her then and gave her a nearly shy, half-smile. Then he bent back to gently kiss her still throbbing pussy. As she watched, Spike brought his fingers up to his mouth. She felt hypnotized with lust as she watched him slowly clean each finger with his tongue, groaning his enjoyment of her flavor, closing his eyes in full enjoyment of the taste of his Buffy.


"You taste like passion and power, love. Beautiful inside and out, just like I knew you would be." His voice was that deep tone that had always made Buffy moisten her panties and breathe hard, even when they were enemies.

He had begun a cat crawl up her body, finally able to reach her small but perfectly formed breasts. As one hand palmed her right breast, tweaking and teasing the rock hard nipple, his mouth was suckling on the left. His tongue teased the left nipple to an ache of sensation before he lightly bit down with blunt teeth, causing Buffy to let out a low "eep!" His laughter as he returned to a gentle suckle caused
tingles all over her body.

He moved his body to keep from lying directly on Buffy’s eager body, not wanting to crush her. As they moved sideways, Spike did not relinquish possession of her breasts with either mouth or hand. Somehow, Buffy snapped out of total sensory overload and her hand moved with sureness of purpose to his cock.

Buffy smiled as he gasped in response to her touch. She let her fingers glide from base to the belled head, moistening her fingers with the precum that had gathered there in his excitement. She listened to his low moans, judging which amount of
pressure and movement gave him the most pleasure. She could feel the tightening of Spike’s stomach muscles as he strained to control his body. This first time was going to be slow and sweet.

Spike broke from his attentions to Buffy’s breasts and captured her mouth in a kiss that finally held no restraint at all. He devoured her with his kisses as his hands sought any piece of her flesh he had yet to caress, to touch, to fondle.

Buffy pulled her head from his kiss to draw in a breath and let out a slight laugh. "God, Spike, you might just kill me yet, but what a way to go!" They both laughed at that and the intensity dropped a slight notch. "Kill each other, yeah?" Spike replied.

Buffy took advantage of the moment to duck her head to his chest, laving his nipples with her tongue before trailing kisses down to his belly button. Her other hand was moving up and down his side, causing a slight chuckle as she hit a tickle spot. She dipped her tongue in his navel over and over, mimicking the movements she craved from his cock in her pussy. She heard the moans that let her know he was feeling
everything with the same intensity she had earlier.


She nipped and kissed her way to the hollows of his pelvic bones while her hand continued to stroke him to heaven. She moved her head between his thighs in a
mirror move to his prior mind-blowing lovemaking.

Buffy stretched out her tongue to taste and feel his tight sac, daring a glance up at his face as she did so. His head was thrown back, mouth open and eyes mere slits as he looked down at the sight he had never expected to experience. Buffy drew his balls into her mouth and used her tongue to roll them about in her hot mouth, finally releasing them with a slight popping sound.

As his moans rang out, Buffy ran her tongue up his rigid shaft to the base of the head, flicking the tip of her tongue under the head when she arrived there. She nipped lightly at the gathered skin from his circumcision before closing her mouth over him. As her mouth closed on him, her hand grasped the base of his length. Her tongue licked and flicked his sensitive head, dipping in the opening and tasting his secretions. Salty with a slight tang, not unpleasant in the least.

Spike was writhing under her touch, but his hands still found a way to touch and caress her back while his feet were doing the same to Buffy’s legs. Both seemed
determined to touch each other in every way possible, never losing contact.

Buffy found her rhythm again, using his moans of pleasure and soft ‘yes’ and "God, yes" exclamations as her guide. Part of her longed to bring him off with her mouth taking his essence into her. There would be time for that later though, because she really didn’t want the show to be over with just the preview of coming attractions. She was careful to bring him to the brink without sending him over. Buffy knew she was being selfish, but she wanted his eager cock inside her, pumping and thrusting with all the passion they had denied for so long.

"God, Buffy, you’re driving me crazy here," he gasped as she took him to the edge once more.

Still she let her mouth slowly travel from base to head, tongue dancing on his cock on the way up, following his veins as she flicked and licked and sucked. She
released him with a kiss to his swollen purple head. "Want you in me, Spike. Then I want to do this again, only then I want you so deep in my throat that I can
feel you in my womb. I want you to lose yourself in me, Spike, in every way. You taste so good, baby."

If Spike lived another 120 years he’d never be able to understand or explain how he was able to hold back as he heard Buffy voice her desires.

Buffy moved up to kiss his mouth deeply, his taste on her tongue as it dove into battle with his. She pulled his hips closer by throwing her leg over them and drawing him nearer to her waiting pussy. She could feel the blood-engorged head of his cock brushing against her waiting vaginal lips and seeming to wait for her welcoming words. Fine, she’d give them then. "Please, Spike, fill me".

‘What can a gentleman do but comply to such a sweet request?’ Spike thought with his last coherent thought. He eased his cock into her tight channel as slowly as he could manage, considering his body was screaming for him to plunge in so fast and far that they would be like interlocking puzzle pieces. He felt like he had finally come home.

Buffy felt Spike filling her with every nerve ending she had. He stretched her and touched areas no previous lover had managed to touch. As he seated himself fully, she rotated her hips, glorying in the sensation of feeling him so completely. As she moved around him, Spike closed his eyes and groaned.

Spike rolled Buffy onto her back and withdrew until only the head of his cock was still encased in his glorious girl. Then as he thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt, he reclaimed her kiss, swollen lips letting his tongue match his cock thrust for thrust.

He varied the speed and tempo, finding new and better angles to bring Buffy to climax again and again.

Buffy discovered the benefits of Slayer strength as she used her vaginal muscles to squeeze Spike’s cock while he was moving inside her. The look on his face made her try different rhythms to her movements to maximize his pleasure.

The place on her neck that bore the scars of his intimate bite on the tower was tingling, practically begging for attention. Buffy knew what she wanted, knew she could trust him. "Spike, bite me. Bite me again, only this time make me come while you are in me in every way."

Spike’s movements stilled at her words and he raised his head, squinting his eyes and tilting his head as he searched her face for the truth written there. "Pet…Buffy…don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I’ve never done that with a human while making love. Don’t know if I could stop."

"I know you can. I know you will. Please, Spike, I’ve wanted to feel that again ever since you drank from me on the tower. I know it will only be better with your cock inside me too."

Spike trembled with desire and had to close his eyes to regain control. His mouth descended to Buffy’s mouth again in a kiss that proclaimed adoration as he began to thrust within her once more.

Just as Buffy had begun to think he wasn’t going to trust himself enough to give in to her request, Spike moved from her mouth to the same place he had marked her before and shifted into game face.

This time the penetration, still only minorly painful, was more intense, bringing Buffy to climax as soon as his fangs were in place. "YES, God, Spike, yes!"
She began to pant and moan as Spike drew in his first mouthful of her blood. She felt each successive pull all the way to her womb. She had never felt so completely one with any other lover.

Spike felt her blood coat his throat while his body’s blood raced to his already engorged and throbbing cock, making his erection even more rigid as he pumped
within her tightness. He was close, so close.

Buffy felt another orgasm start and her entire body tightened, tensed in anticipation. Spike felt his sac tighten in preparation for him to shoot his essence deep within her. He withdrew his fangs and let his face return to its human form, licking and kissing the new marks on Buffy’s neck.

Spike rolled onto his back, taking care not to break the rhythm of the ride but turning control of the timing over to Buffy. She sat back, leaning her back on his
thighs as he placed his feet flat on the bed, bending his knees behind her. She began a slow dance that started with rocking hips and short thrusts and moved on
to Buffy rising up and slamming down, drawing him in deeper and deeper.

Spike raised his hands and began to knead Buffy’s undulating breasts, calling out encouragement to his lover. "That’s right, baby, take me in. So deep. So hot. Yeah, love, just like that."

Spike knew it was time to let go the tight hold on his release. As he felt Buffy nearing another orgasm, he did let go and they both crashed over the edge, holding
onto one another to cushion the fall. It was the most mind-numbing orgasm either had ever experienced or imagined.