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So far, Buffy had been enjoying London.
All except for the part that Spike had been in meetings all day and she
had been stuck wandering around on her own. But she’d known that was going to
be the case to begin with, and Spike had set her up with a map, a list of
places to go, and a time and place to meet him when he was done.
So now all she had to do was wait, and while she knew he wasn’t late,
she was feeling impatient. She felt edgy when she wasn’t around him, a feeling
she hoped she could work out of her system by spending a little more time with
him.
Sure enough, the feeling melted away the moment she saw him approaching
her. A wide grin broke out across her face and immediately, and he was smiling
back. The moment he was in touching distance, his arms were around her, his
lips on hers, and Buffy sighed happily, instantly in a better mood simply from
being near him.
“God, those meetings were hell,” Spike said, still holding her in his
arms. “I finally get you all to myself and I had to leave so I could spend all
day being business-like. So bloody unfair.”
“At least it’s over now,” Buffy replied. “Now we’ve got the whole
evening to be together.”
Spike moved back from her, though he still kept her hands in his. “Did
you want to stay out for a bit, pet? Maybe go get something to eat?” Truth be
told, he wanted nothing more than to bring her back to his flat and finally
have what he’d been aching for every cold, lonely night since October, but he
didn’t want her to think she was nothing more than sex to him either.
“Do you have delivery in England?” Buffy asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then we’ll eat later,” she said, a vixen-smile on her face.
Spike responded with a leer, her answer exactly what he wanted to hear.
*** *** ***
The second the door to his flat was closed and locked, Spike found
himself with an armful of Buffy. Her legs were around his hips, her mouth
fastened tight to his, and he held on to her, stumbling back towards the
bedroom.
They didn’t make it. Instead, they collapsed in a heap in the middle of
his living room.
Neither of them seemed to care.
Instead, they tugged at each other’s clothes, a single unifying desire
for more skin driving them until they were both undressed, hands and lips free
now to explore bare skin.
Buffy moaned as his fingers delved between her legs and his mouth found
her breast, firm strokes of her clit timed with gentle tugs at her nipple. Her
hands moved against his skin, wanting to learn every inch of him.
It was the most intense sexual experience of her life, her desire for
this man driving her body’s responses into overload. Her sudden orgasm took her
completely by surprise, and Buffy cried out in shock as her body shook.
Spike looked at her as she came down, his eyebrow arched. “Already?”
Buffy panted. “Yeah, I didn’t see that coming either.” She winced.
“Please ignore any bad puns I make while brainfried.”
“Will do, gorgeous,” Spike said, chuckling as he kissed the tip of her
nose. He looked down at her again with a self-satisfied smirk. “Guess you
must’ve really wanted me.”
Buffy smacked his arm weakly. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”
“Why not? I got you off in all of a minute.”
Buffy’s brow wrinkled as she thought about it. “Okay, I take it back.
Look pleased with yourself.”
“Bet I can make you come harder,” Spike said, his eyebrows waggling.
Before Buffy could ask him what he planned to do, he’d moved down her body and
hoisted her legs over his shoulders. Two of his long fingers pushed inside of
her as his tongue found her clit without error, and he pulled it into his
mouth, sucking hard.
Buffy’s eyes widened, her body bucking up towards his mouth. She was
sensitized from the orgasm she’d just had, and the dual stimulation of his
fingers and his tongue felt unbelievably intense. She keened, her hands
scraping at the carpet beneath them, her hips lifting up towards his mouth.
Then, he switched, his fingers on her clit and his tongue deep inside
her pussy, moving in ways she wouldn’t have even thought were possible before
meeting him. She gasped, finding it hard to breathe before she was coming
again, this time letting out a loud, practically inhuman yell.
Spike surged up her body, his eyes dark with lust and promise. He was
looming above her on his knees, her legs still hooked over his shoulders,
spreading her wide open for him. “Do I need…”
Somehow, her brain managed to make sense of his question. “Pill.”
“Right then,” he said before lining his cock up with her entrance and
pushing his way in.
“Oh, God!” Buffy screamed, feeling impossibly full. She
bucked her hips, wanting him to move inside of her, but he put his hand against
her stomach to still her.
“Shh, kitten… Let me work it all the way in,
yeah?”
Buffy looked up at him in wide-eyed disbelief. “That’s not… You’re not…
Holy shit.”
“Got about three more inches to go, luv. Let me take it slow for a
bit, so I don’t hurt you.”
Three more… And she was already more full than she remembered
being before. Gah…
He was moving with short, shallow strokes, turning his hips as he did
to widen her, slowly working his way up to the hilt. Buffy lay beneath him,
breathing heavily. Almost all the way in, Spike ran his hand across her
sweat-dotted brow. “Too much, sweetheart?”
Buffy shook her head, biting her bottom lip. Spike shifted his hips
again, and this time, she pitched hers up. He slid in all the way then, and
they moaned together, the sensation mutually intense. Spike leaned forward,
dropping onto his open palms. “God, you’re tight,” he groaned, feeling her
muscles working around him.
“I haven’t done this much,” she admitted, breathing hard and giving him
a tantalizing view of her breasts. “Not…not this far anyway.
My ex and I we usually did, y’know, other stuff.”
Spike nodded his understanding, knowing that must be why she’d seemed
much more confident when she’d given him a blowjob than she did now. It was yet
another reminder of the years between them, but he shook it off, telling
himself that the body beneath him was very much a woman’s.
“It’s all right, kitten. Just tell me if something doesn’t feel right,
yeah?”
“I will,” Buffy replied with a nod. “But right now could you just, y’know…start thrusting?”
Spike grinned rakishly at her before he began to do just that. Every
stab of his cock deep inside of her brought another sound from Buffy’s lips,
from moans, to grunts, to high-pitched yelps. Her eyes were closed, her face
flush with exertion, and Spike didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so alluring
in his life. Experienced or not, she was clearly loving this.
He leaned down further, bending her nearly in half as he pressed his
lips against her ear. “Fuck, Buffy, you’re so hot… You know that, sweetheart?
Like a lil’ inferno you are, burning me up. Feels so
good… Makes me want to spend the rest of my life buried in
your cunt.”
“Unhh…yes, William…” she moaned in response,
her body bucking unevenly. “Don’t…don’t stop…don’t stop talking.”
Spike smiled at her request. “Like my voice, kitten? Like me telling
you how sexy you are, how much I want you? You drive
me crazy, make it so all I can think about is how much
I need you. God, Buffy…”
It was the low, husky moan of her name that set her off again. Her
mouth fell open, her orgasmic cry slowly rising in volume as she shook and
bucked beneath him, strangling his cock and wrenching a stream of curses from
him.
It felt too good, and Spike felt the last of his control slip a moment
before he hoisted her up, dragging her over to the couch so her back was
against the seat, her legs still wrapped around him. All practiced restrained
left him as he began to fuck her in earnest, pushing in hard with every thrust.
Buffy clung to the edge of the couch, panting as she felt yet another orgasm
rising in time with Spike’s own impending release.
He roared when he came, the sound unlike anything Buffy had ever heard
a man make before. It shook her, and she bucked hard, falling over yet again,
with him this time.
Boneless and spent, she slid off the couch and onto Spike, his arms
trembling as he fought to hold on to her.
“Oh,” Buffy said finally, still breathing heavily.
Spike chuckled, his lips pressed against her hair. “That’s all you can
say? Oh?”
“I… Yeah…oh.”
With a great amount of willpower, Spike stood up, and tossed her over
his shoulder. Buffy yelped, but felt like no more than deadweight in the
caveman-hold.
She might have complained, had she been able to walk on her own. She
wasn’t, so this suited her just fine. Especially when he
dumped her onto his bed.
“Mmm…bed soft,” she said as she stretched out
on the sheets. Then, she giggled. “And Spike hard.”
Spike shook his head and chuckled as he climbed into the bed beside
her. “Your brain isn’t working too well, is it, pet?”
“Nope,” Buffy replied, the ‘p’ making a popping sound.
Spike smiled as he ran his hand down her sweat-sheened
body. “So it wouldn’t be too cocky of me to assume you’ve never had it so
good?”
Buffy giggled. “Cocky. Yeah, you’re that.” Spike chuckled again, then guided her up so he could pull the blankets around
them, the room feeling colder now that their bodies were starting to cool.
Buffy hummed in contentment as she rolled into his arms, burying her head at
the crook of his neck as she snuggled down under the covers.
She had a smile plastered to her face, and Spike couldn’t help but
smile as well, feeling both physically satisfied and very pleased with himself. Even knowing she hadn’t had a lot in the way of
complete sexual experiences, there was something very ego-affirming about
knowing he had been the best of her life.
And she certainly hadn’t been a let down for him either. Nothing got
him off harder than watching a woman genuinely enjoying herself the way Buffy had
been. “You were so incredible, Buffy,” he told her, his voice reverent as he
stroked her long, blonde hair.
She looked up at him. “I was?” Her nose wrinkled in a way Spike found
utterly adorable. “I sorta felt like I just laid
there and made funny noises.”
Her response made him laugh. “No, you were good. You were so…into it. Made
me feel all manly.”
“Mmm…you’re definitely ‘manly,’” Buffy said
as her hand snaked down under the covers to grip his cock. Spike groaned as she
started stroking him, growing hard again quickly, much to his surprise. It had
been quite a few years since he’d had a recovery rate like that.
Must’ve been the effect of wanting a woman the way he wanted Buffy…
“Can I be on top this time?” Buffy asked with a nip to his shoulder.
“I’m certainly not going to try to stop you,” Spike replied, his cock
hardening further at the thought of her riding him.
“Goody,” Buffy said with a quick kiss to his cheek before pushing him
over onto his back and straddling his hips.
She gripped his cock tightly at the base, then
lowered herself down, pulling him in all the way. Spike groaned loudly,
fighting the urge to thrust his hips up hard, telling himself that Buffy needed
a moment to adjust to the new position. “You all right, pet?” he asked through
labored breaths.
“Yeah, I’m just…” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m
good.”
Spike winked. “No arguments from me there.”
She giggled before growing serious again, concentrating on the task at
hand. She moved on him, experimentally at first, until she found her angle and
began to bounce up and down, slipping off his cock only to draw him right back
in.
Spike moaned, cupping her ass in his hands, gently guiding her
movements. She looked gorgeous atop of him, her golden body toned and her hair
flowing behind her. “Play with your tits, luv,” he said, his voice ragged and
heavy with lust.
Buffy opened her eyes and met his with a smile before she ran her hands
slowly up her sides to her breasts, cupping them in her hands and pressing them
together. Spike panted, his gaze zeroing in on the pert mounds. Buffy ran her
thumbs over her nipples and moaned softly.
“That feel good?” Spike prodded her, wanting
to hear her voice.
“Mmm…yeah,” she said,
her voice throaty, just like Spike had wanted. She pinched each of her nipples
between her thumbs and forefingers, rolling the buds beneath her fingertips.
“Feels really good…”
“Move one hand down and finger yourself,”
Spike said between gasps.
She didn’t break his gaze as she brought one finger to her mouth,
rolling it between her lips before bringing it down to her clit, rubbing
against where his cock slid in and out of her. Spike shook, fighting off the
orgasm that threatened to shoot through him at her display. She was trembling,
obviously close to what would already be her fifth orgasm of the night, and
Spike wanted to feel her come around him again before he let himself go.
Slowly, he slid one of his hands between the crack
of her ass, rubbing softly against the hole before he slid a finger in up to
the first knuckle. Buffy’s eyes opened impossibly wide, another loud yell
erupting from her right before she clenched around him, bucking wildly.
He let himself go then, his hips coming off the bed as he pushed hard
into her, making her scream yet again.
Buffy collapsed against him, panting hard. “Okay…you know you should
really warn a girl before you stick anything up her ass, right?”
Spike laughed hard, the vibrations of it shaking her body. “No, see,
the surprise is half the fun, luv.” He kissed her head. “I’ll warn you before it’s my cock.”
Buffy lifted her head, looking at him in shock, and Spike laughed
again. “You’re not doing that,” Buffy insisted.
“Yes, I am.”
“No way.”
Spike flipped her over, his expression one of pure sexual promise. “Oh,
I will, baby. I’m going to do all sorts of naughty things to that body of
yours.” He leaned in and whispered against her ear, “And you’re going to love
every single one.”
A tremble ran through Buffy’s body, and she knew he was right.
*** *** ***
Soooo…how was the smut?
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