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LATE ONE NIGHT	By : devon Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Xander Views: 9860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Xander mind's eye pictured his wife in bed with Captain Peroxide and all of Spike's taunts over the years came flooding back. Wanker. Boy. Sissy. He blocked out the images and willed himself to focus on the goddess before him, a task he found easier than he had expected.
Xander opened his eyes. Buffy was looking at him curiously, a hand on her hips. She looked tempting. She looked ravishing. She looked like she needed to be fucked. And Xander was more than ready to oblige. He took a step close to her. She did the rest, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer than he had even been or hoped to be. She smelt of Vanilla and honey and something exquisitely Buffy. His eyes gazed into hers, as his arms circled her waist, pulling her flush against him, letting his hardness rest snug against her. Xander didn’t even know when his anger turned to pure lust.

She smiled when she felt his erection against her. She decided to turn things up a notch. “Are you really going to fuck me Xander?” she asked, her voice low and sultry, eyes wide as saucers. He nodded, words utterly failing him. How could she be so evil and innocent all at once confounded him. Xander felt overwhelmed by the smell of her, the feeling of her breasts against his nipples and his hands began stroking her waist. He nodded.
“Say it,” she ordered bossily, as if she they were back in college and just hanging out, trying to decide whether or not they wanted Chinese. Xander managed a soft smile. There’s the Buffy I know….the one I’ve always wanted. He pushed his feelings of hate and loathing aside, determined to enjoy this. Xander brought his face down to hers, so that their eyes were now level. Their lips were merely inches apart. He spoke each word singularly, drawing out the tension.

“I'm...going....to....fuck...you....” he managed to say somehow, which resulted in a satisfied feline smile. But Buffy couldn’t resist throwing him a challenge, tossing her hair haughtily. “All Night?” she asked. Xander couldn’t help but chuckle, bringing his hands down, cupping her ass, loving the feel of it in his hands, which made her gasp with pleasure. It had looked great and felt even better he mused as he pushed her into the front of his trousers. “That depends...” she raised a brow, moving against him.
He smirked, “Isn’t your husband coming home tonight?” Buffy had never felt dirtier (or more turned on) in her life. She turned her back to him, still grinding, before looking over her shoulder and whispering “Business..Trip.”
“Then ...all...fucking....night...” he replied, his voice shaking, turning her body slowly into his. “Good,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes. “Because…..”
“Because,” he urged her on.
“Because I've never been so.....fucking....horny,” she confessed. His breath caught and held, “Enough foreplay then.”
The foreplay was just beginning. As much as he wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless, he couldn't. This was Buffy. He had wanted this for years. He wanted to make it memorable. For the both of them. Take it slow Xander, he urged himself even as the thought of taking her in Spike’s bed sent a shot of perverse pleasure through his body. He bent his head in for a kiss and she arched her back, wetting her lips.

He paused when he was just a feather away, drawing the wait out a little. He could feel her heated breath on his face. When she squeezed his shoulders, urging him to hurry, he placed his mouth on hers softly, almost reverently. It was a gentle kiss, soft and sugary sweet and nothing like the harsh words spoken earlier. Her hands clutched the nape of his neck as she continued to rub up against him, creating delicious friction between their bodies.
Their mouths parted briefly, to swallow air, and allow themselves to reflect on the taste of each other. She tastes like strawberries, Xander though through a haze of desire licking his lips with his tongue. Ripe fresh strawberries.
“You’re a good kisser,” she said, licking her lips and playing coy.
Xander grinned, “You have no idea.”
“Really?” she asked, amused. “Really,” he said, before kissing her again. But this time, his tongue came out to lick her lips, tasting her shiny gloss.
She opened up, allowing him entry into her mouth. He caressed her tongue with his and was delighted when she responded with equal ardour.
They lost themselves in that kiss, their tongues teasing, dancing and mingling, soul kissing deeper and deeper and deeper until they broke apart, gasping for air. Xander used this moment to offer her one last out.
“You sure?”
She looked him sharply, fixing him with a glare which made him stammer, “Just…thought….i’d….” Her glare melted into a lascivious smile, as she backed away towards the bed, and sat down on the edge, then stroked the mattress with a finger. “Coming Xander?” she quipped in a sickly sweet voice, sticking a finger in her mouth and biting on it.
He smiled in relief. “Oh yeah,” he said.
Xander quickly removed his shirt, and tossed it aside, just standing there, letting her admire his muscled body. “Where?” she asked innocently, like a naïve schoolgirl. “Everywhere,” he said.
“On my face?” she asked, resting her chin on her fist, admiring him still.
“Yes,” he growled. She grinned. “On my boobs?” she asked, stroking her cleavage with a finger provocatively. “Fuck yeah,” he muttered, undoing. Buffy slipped a finger into her underwear, “Inside me?”she asked, beginning to stimulate herself.
“Yeah,” Xander growled as he watched her touch herself. Buffy continued to stroke herself, but shimmied forward, nuzzling his jeans with her face, licking the denim.
“I can’t wait to have you inside me,” she confessed, licking her lips. “Me neither,” he said, “but you first,” he growled, surprising her.
He took her by the arms and raised her to her feet, kissing her passionately. He marveled at the taste of her, as his hands gave her ass a final squeeze, then came up to fondle her breasts, which made her gasp. He knelt suddenly, breaking the kiss, so that his eyes were level with the top of her ridiculous outfit. “Three Cheer for the Wonderbra,” he said, eyeing her pushed up cleavage, which elicited a genuine laugh from her. “It’s all natural,” she said, biting her lip to squash a silly smile.
“Only one way to find out,” Xander retorted gleefully kissing her breasts. “My eyes are up here,” she quipped. As spectacular as the view was, Xander wanted the whole package, so he placed his hands on the skin tight fabric. He paused to stroke her through it, then tugged firmly until it gave way, exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes. “Perfect,” he whispered in awe, gazing at the well rounded globes capped by strawberry coloured nipples. His mouth watered. He stared at them, commiting this moment to memory before gently kissing the swell of each breast and resting his face against her.
He rubbed his face into her, which made her gasp sweetly. Then he began placing kisses and tracing the entire area with his mouth and tongue. He took his time, drawing it out. He kissed, nuzzled, licked and suckled, worshipping her with his mouth. Oh how he wished Spike could see him now. Or Angel. Or Parker. Or even that bastard Riley. Or every guy he ever went to high school with. If only they could see him now.
Xander knew that she was getting antsy when her back quivered, causing her breasts to wonderfully rub against his face. She needed relief and fast. He stood up once again, capturing her mouth with his own, then pushing her down until she was spread eagle, her legs dangling at the edge of the bed. He made his way down her body, lavishing attention once again on her breasts, running his tongue over all her stomach, before he finally settled between her legs, putting them over his shoulder. He kissed her thighs before he came face to face with remnants of her outfit. She bit her lip to stifle a moan when he rubbed her quim through them. His hands crept up her hips unbidden, taking off her panties slowly, pausing to take a whiff of them before stuffing them in his back pocket.
“A little keepsake,” he said. “Just don’t let me find you wearing them,” Buffy said, crossing her legs playfully. He shook his head, taking hold of her feet and spread them wide, placing them over his shoulders. His eyes feasted on her neatly shaved quim. He quickly dived in, eager to taste her. He tongued her like a hungry cat, taking wide, deep laps of her, delighting in the tangy taste of her. She stroked his hair and moaned, as he tongue fucked her.
Xander put all his skills to work, everything he had learnt over the years. He licked again and again, flattening his tongue, making circles and semi-circles. Buffy bit her lip, her tongue finding the roof of her mouth as she felt herself ride a wave of pleasure. Xander’s hands fondled her bare breasts as his tongue brought her to a quick climax.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh………….” Buffy moaned finally, stroking his hair in gratitude. Then suddenly she felt him begin working on her again. For the next few minutes he sucked and tongued her with even greater vigour, building her up. And when he found her clit with his teeth she came again and again, her voice straining as she screamed his name.”Aaaa…….Ahhhhh…….Alllllllll……….Alllllllleeeeeeeeeexxxxxxxxaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnndeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr,” she practically sobbed in ecstacy.
Oh god wow, she thought, when she had sufficiently recovered. All those years with Anya really paid off he thought his brain perversely thanking Anya for her oral fixation and the many years of practice that she had given him. Buffy's breasts heaved as she came down from her high and she raised her head to see his head on her stomach. “Hey,” she whispered, throat still hoarse, smiling at him softly. He reached up to cup her breasts with his hands, and dipped his tongue into her navel, licking softly. She tugged impatiently at his head and Xander got the message, abandoning his task. He kissed his way up her body, then pausing at her breasts to tease and suckle till the twin peaks stood at attention, then quickly moved up and kissed her again. The kiss deepened but she pushed him off her suddenly, and swung on top of him. She held him down, kissing his stomach, and tonguing his abs, when she suddenly unbuckled his belt. He gasped at the mere thought of what she was about to do. “Your turn,” she smirked as she made quick work of his belt buckle, then unzipped him using her teeth.
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