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.