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Part two......


Spike's eyes widened with surprise at her words, then
the lovely blue became darker with need and desire.

Buffy grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a kneeling
position. Lying down where he had been, she had him
straddle her waist. When she had him where she wanted him,
she took hold of his erection and gently tugged him further
up her body.

Beginning at her hairline, she traced the tip of his
shaft down her forehead. She outlined her brows, then
fluttered her eyelashes against it, making him gasp
sharply.

Retaining her gentle hold, she moved him down a bit,
caressing the satin of her cheeks. Avoiding her lips for
the moment, she continued along the line of her jaw.

He tried to center himself, but she was in charge and
gave him a scolding look.

"Buffy," he whined. "You're fucking torturing me here."

"You're a big boy," she grinned up at him. "You can
take a little torture."

Despite her words, she felt sorry for him being in so
much pain on her behalf. Besides, the pout on his
face was absolutely adorable.

Moistening her lips, she drew his penis along first
the upper and then the lower one.

Spike sighed happily, and deposited a little moisture
of his own, which her tongue immediately cleaned
off.

"Are you having fun?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Most fun I've had all day." His hips swayed
in a gentle rhythm as he anointed her face with more
clear fluid.

"MM...how are your hands?"

"What hands?" he asked, smiling rather stupidly.

Buffy's hand slid up and down, urging out more drops
of semen. She smeared them around the head of his
organ, making it slick.

"Moving right along.." she murmured.

She slid up a little, taking his erection and rubbing
it down the center of her throat, all the way to the
shallow cup at it's base.

"Come on," he said impatiently. "Keep going."

Buffy smiled wickedly. "Keep going...where?"

"You know damn well, where...now do it!"

Her brows drew together in a frown. "You're sounding
awfully bossy, you know. Maybe I should just stop
and let you think about...."

"No!" he almost shouted. "I'm sorry. Please don't
stop..I'll be nice, cross my heart. Please."

Satisfied with his contrition, whether it was real or
feigned, Buffy moistened the tip of his cock with her
saliva, then drew a wet line over the plump curves of
her breast. Down between them, she went, smiling
at the soft sounds of pleasure coming from his throat.

Wetting him more with his own juices, she arched
her back and rubbed her hard nipple against his
glans.

"Oh...oh, fuck...Buffy...more...give me more," he
moaned.

She repeated the movements on her opposite
nipple, feeling her own thrill of pleasure at the intimate
touch.

"Mmm...oh, baby. Feels so good...so soft," he
said, his hips thrusting forward. "Push your tits
together," he instructed her. "I'm gonna fuck them."

The way he was talking was arousing her almost
as much as the feel of what he was doing. She waited
until he was securely grounded, then placed her
hands on the outer curves of her breast and pressed
them together, enveloping his cock in the soft mounds
of flesh he loved to spend time kissing and touching.

******************************

Spike had an attraction to her breasts that was almost
obsessive. After her return from heaven, he had been
appalled at how bone thin she had gotten during the
'Glory' mess, and had made it his particular mission
to "put some meat back on her scrawny little bones."

Every time they went out to patrol, he took her somewhere
afterwards and plied her with fattening desserts. He
learned from Dawn that she had a serious need for
chocolate, and he outdid himself finding new ways to
feed it to her.

And Spike didn't just go to the market and grab a
box of Hostess Cupcakes. He tempted and teased her
with treasures he found in small, out-of-the-way bakeries
and restaurants.

Bavarian cream eclairs...chocolate crepes filled with
french vanilla ice cream...Sacher torte cakes...he fed her
a steady diet of the yummy treats, slowly but surely
replacing the weight she had dropped, until her body
was once again firm and well rounded.

In spite of all the bitching she had done about it,
claiming that he just wanted to make her fat so that
no one else would want her, she never turned down
his offerings.

As it happened, the first time she'd told him that she
loved him, he had brought her a box of dark chocolate
truffles with raspberry liqueur centers. When one of the
candies was literally melting on her tongue, she had looked
at him in sheer greedy delight and said those three little
words.

His shock at hearing them had been almost as
great as hers when she'd realized that she meant it.

So, the breasts that had become almost non-existent
during that sad, frightening phase of her life, were now
perfect examples of what he called the three Fs; full,
firm, and fuckable.

As far as he was concerned, they were there for him
to play with...and he played with them every chance he
got. From quick groping squeezes on top of her
clothes when no one else was looking, to long and
leisurely hours spent naked in bed while he explored
her inch by inch, he was a devoted worshiper at the
altar of Buffy.

Which, of course, made Buffy pretty damn happy.

******************************

Normally, when Spike performed this mock intercourse
between Buffy's breasts, he was the one to hold them
in position for his vigorous thrusts. All she had to do
was lie there and watch as his features went slack
with pleasure, and to occasionally lick the head of his
penis when it popped up.

When he was ready to ejaculate, he would release
her breasts and jack himself hard and fast, until his
load of semen spewed all over her skin.

It was messy, but it was also a lot of fun, for her as
well as for him. Since her hands were free to do as
she pleased with, she would reach down between her
legs and play with herself until she climaxed at the
same time he did.

But that wasn't going to work tonight. Her hands had
a job to do, and his were out of commission. She
would have to wait her turn.

Spike was thrusting rhythmically. Sliding up and then
down, his shaft was well lubricated by his come,
making things deliciously slippery.

"Come on," he groaned Leaning forward, he rested the
insides of his wrists on the headboard as he began
pumping harder and faster. "Lick it...oh...oh, yeah...s'good,
luv...so fucking good..."

He sucked in air that he didn't need, trying to keep
his mind on his ultimate goal. "Uh...uh...uh," he
grunted with every thrust.

Buffy watched him closely, waiting for the expression
that would signal the beginning of his orgasm.

When he gasped and jerked backwards, she took hold
of him and began stroking his cock with no gentility
at all. After five firm yanks on his hard flesh, he emptied
himself on her breasts, crying out her name.

******************************


She smiled as she rubbed his semen into her skin, then
deliberately licked her fingers.

He was still as hard as a fence post, one of the benefits
of vamp physiology that pleased her to no end.

"Now, you come and lie down here," she said when
he opened his eyes and tried to focus on her. "It's my
turn to ride."



TBC.....





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