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Author's Chapter Notes:
Happy Birthday (a day in advance) to Passion4Spike! She's a lovely and talented young lady who's a damn fine author and who's been an awesome friend and advisor to me. Please do check out her amazing story 'Unexpected' at her site (it's also available at Spuffy Realm and Elysian Fields) and give her lots of love & yummy reviews!
http://www.passion4spike.com/

Love ya, P4S! I hereby dedicate this smutty chapter to you, sweet ET o' mine >:D


Spike pressed light, soft kisses to her cheeks, chin, and then back to her lips. "I'm going to go slow and easy unless you tell me you want it harder or faster, okay?"

Buffy nodded, feeling completely safe with Spike. She knew she could trust him, he was definitely the perfect partner to conduct her ‘research’ with.

Spike dragged his cock down over her slit, the sensation made Buffy shiver, then he gently nudged at her wet folds. His cockhead prodded at her entrance, then penetrated her. Buffy's inner muscles clasped at him, holding him in and drawing him in deeper. They both moaned and closed their eyes as Spike began thrusting shallowly, only trying to sink half of his prick into her for the moment.

"So fucking tight... so good," he whispered and kissed her softly.

"Mmmmmm, so good," Buffy whispered, grasping his shoulders. She pressed her heels under his ass, silently imploring him to give her more.

Spike pushed forward when he felt her pussy relaxing and molding around him. His shaft sank deeper and deeper inside her, until their bodies met. They kept their hips still for several moments, just moaning and enjoying this most intimate touch.

Spike went up on his hands, looking down on her as he kept a slow rhythm and lengthened his thrusts. He made sure to grind against her clit when he was balls-deep in her. He bent his head down to lick and suck at her nipples.

Buffy made little breathy exclamations as his cock slid in and out, the sounds grew louder when he ground against her. She lightly scratched his upper arms and stared up at the ceiling. This felt like heaven, pure heaven. So much different than using a dildo, so much better. To have a big, thick, throbbing cock inside of her. And it helped that it was attached to a man she cared about. Who she was caring about more and more with every passing second.

"Harder," she moaned.

Spike sped up gradually, putting more power into his strokes. His cock drove in and out, grinding against her every few thrusts.

"Ohhhh! Ohh God!" Buffy panted.

"Was that a good 'Ohh God'?" Spike asked with a smile. He knew very well it was a good "Ohh God', he just wanted to hear her say it.

Buffy smiled and laughed giddily. "Yes! Ohhh yes, very good!" She put her hands on his sides, then slid them around to his back, feeling the muscles under his skin move as he danced inside her.

At another pelvic grinding, Buffy felt like she was going to cum with just a little more effort. "Oooh! Yeah! Ohh make me cum!"

Spike pumped hard and fast, preparing for the extreme climaxing again.

Buffy's body jolted, she dug her nails into his back and yelled, "Ahhh! Ohhh God! Uhhhh -- Yes!"

Spike slowed down his thrusts, a bit relieved that this orgasm wasn't as powerful as her other one. Buffy's body did shake, but not as violently, and she didn't make the Mmmmm sounds. He had to groan and suck in breath at the feel of her pussy muscles spasming around his hard cock. Her nails scratching him excited him even more, Spike enjoyed a little sting with pleasure sometimes. He had a feeling he'd like almost anything Buffy did to him.

She wasn’t totally out of it this time, just lots of oooh’ing and wrapping her limbs around his body. Then Buffy loosened her grip, sinking down to the bed and relaxing again with a kittenish smile on her face. “Wooo! That was nice!”

Spike smiled and kissed her. “Glad your brain didn’t check out that time.”

She giggled, smoothing her hands over his arms and shoulders. Even (what she considered) a smaller orgasm was very satisfying. It wasn’t as mind-scrambling as the last, but it was damn good. Having Spike on top of her, inside her, was the best thing she’d ever felt. The thought, ‘I’m not a very good lesbian, am I? Bad lesbian! Bad!’ flitted through her mind.

"Ready to try another position?"

"B-But we're not done with this one yet," she whined.

Spike smiled. "You're sampling, remember?"

"Yeah... okay," Buffy said reluctantly. Missionary had proved to be a lot better than she'd anticipated, and she would've been happy to continue with that one. But she really did want to try as many new things as she could.

Spike was raring to go, his cock rock-hard and his mind whirling with positions he wanted to try with Buffy. "There're so many good positions, hard to choose one..." There were two that kept pushing to the front of his mind. "I'd like to do either you on top or a variation of Missionary, which would you prefer?"

"Damn, I have to decide?" Buffy asked, grinning. Both sounded very good, but she suddenly wanted to be the one on top. "Cowgirl, please."

"Ah, a lady who knows her sexual position names, I love it."

They giggled as Spike put his hands on her waist and rolled them both over.

Buffy sat up and straddled his waist, smiling and pushing her hair back behind her ears. "Tell me if I do something wrong."

"I don't think it's possible for you to do something wrong."

Buffy started to slowly rotate her hips. They smiled when the action caused them both to moan. Spike put a hand on her hip, and the other on her chest. She 'Oooh'ed' and began moving up and down on his pole as he palmed her tits.

"Some girls have trouble cumming when they're on top," Spike told her, knowing it wouldn't take a lot for him to cum again, but wanting to give her another happy before he had one.

"Yeah? I don't think I'm going to be one of them." Buffy could already feel her loins tightening as she rose and fell on him.

Spike was astounded (and very pleased) again by how responsive Buffy's body and mind were to what they'd tried and were currently doing. He'd expected at least some subconscious resistance from her (especially when it came to the intercourse portion of the evening), but she seemed to be a hetero sex natural. She was evidently much more receptive to it than she'd thought before tonight.

She laid her hands on his chest, slowly touching, rubbing, and lightly raking her nails over his hard muscles. "I like touching you."

"I like it, too."

Buffy bent over him, putting hands on the bed, riding him harder and faster. Spike moved his hands to her waist, letting her fuck him into the mattress.

"Ahhhh! Ohhhh God! Yes!" Buffy keened with a jerk of her hips. She pressed her hands against his pecs, riding him at a manic pace.

Spike felt her muscles flexing around him again, surprised but happy that she was having an orgasm without any clit rubbing. It was almost more than he could take.

Just when he was about to grab her hips and fuck her silly, Buffy let out a long sigh and laid her upper body against his.

"See? Told you I wasn't one of those chicks who can't get off being on top," she said, out of breath.

Spike put his arms around her, just holding her as she got her breath back. "I should've known you'd be one of the exceptions, luv. You're so very... exceptional."

They chuckled, and Buffy crawled off of him, dropping onto the left side of the bed.

She looked at his hard cock waving in the air. "Oh, you didn't cum... I'm sorry, I should've --"

"It's okay. Not like we're done for the night... are we?"

She laughed at the anxiety in his expression when asking that question. "No, not finished. We've only done two positions, I'm still curious to try others."

Spike smiled, breathing out in relief. "Good. Let me know when you're ready to go. As you can see," he gestured to his gravity-defying member, "I'm ready when you are."

"I'll just need a minute." She licked her lips, thinking about sucking him off again. But she'd already done that, and guys couldn't do it as many times in one night as women. She wanted to investigate more fun ways they could please each other. As tempting as having him cum in her mouth again was, she'd wait and hope the wait wasn't too difficult for him. "Got another position in mind?"

"Matter of fact, I do. You have good balance and leg strength, yeah?"

"Yeah. You want to try one of the more difficult positions?"

"Uh-huh, and I think you'll enjoy it, it's especially good for the woman."

"Ooh, I like the sounds of that."

"It can get tiring fast, so let's go nice and easy. And I should say, that when I cum I'll need a little time to recover."

"Well, duh, Spike. You're not a robot. How many times can you... you know, do it a night? Just so I know when we're really done."

"Most I've managed is five." He leisurely stroked himself to keep good and hard for her when she was ready.

"Five, huh?" Buffy puckered her lips and raised her brows slightly, nodding, "Nice."

Spike smiled proudly. "Yeah, that was a great night. I was a bloody stallion."

Buffy smiled back, but secretly and silently vowed to top that night of five times if it was humanly possible and wouldn't end up crippling him. She wanted to be the one that made Spike smile like that as he recalled his best night ever.

She inched over to lay against his side, then took over for his hand on his cock. They kissed as she gently pumped him. She sat up and kneeled at his hip, putting her other hand on his sac. His cock and balls were wet with her juices.

"I wasn't sure how much I could touch your balls."

"You can touch them as much as you want! Be my guest," Spike said happily.

She giggled. "I mean, I didn't know how rough or gentle to be. So I didn't do much to them. I've seen ball-handling in movies, but I've heard that every guy is different in sensitivity."

"Oh, well you don't have to worry about being too rough -- just don't yank on them like you're ringing church bells and I'll be fine. But... you can tug a bit and handle them, and of course lick and suck on them."

"Would you cum quick if I did that?" she asked as she massaged his sac, a quirk to her lips.

"No doubt about it. Better hold off on any more of that sort of thing until after we do more sampling."

"This position you want to try, who goes where and does what?" Buffy asked.

"It's a variation of Missionary that's really good for people who are in great shape like you. It takes more effort and strength. I've gotten some rave reviews for it."

"I'm ready. Show me where you want me."

Buffy very willingly let him direct her into position, eager to see what new delicious act he was going to perform on her. He got her onto her back with her head on the pillow at the headboard.

"You tell me if your neck or back feels strained during it. We can add more pillows under your head, put some under your back, or just try something else if you don't like it."

"Okay, got it."

"Do you know the Bridge? That's where you'd be on your back, then lift your body up in the air using your hands and feet."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I've seen it in pornos."

"Well, this one is halfway there. You plant your feet on the bed, then arch your lower body up, but you keep your shoulders down against the mattress. Your body will be inclined."

"Like this?" She lifted her hips off the bed, arching up. It was similar to a position from an aerobics class she used to take, it wasn't totally foreign to her.

"Exactly right."

Spike kneeled and helped her spread her legs further, instructing her to try putting her weight on her shoulders. Another pillow was placed under Buffy's neck to make her more comfortable. She was a bit dubious about this position, it wasn't the most comfy position, and she felt kind of silly with her legs spread wide, shoulders down, and her butt up in the air. Could this actually start feeling good? She'd give it a chance though, Spike seemed to know his stuff when it came to sex.

Spike, staying on his knees, moved between her parted legs, stroking her thighs. "You can press your hands against the headboard if you feel like you're sliding."

"You could teach a class -- a very naughty class." She put her arms up and out to the sides, hands turned up to touch the headboard.

"I should. Go down to the community college and sign up to teach."

"Your class would be very popular. Teach that G-spot thing for sure. Holy shit, that was awesome!"

"Funny you should mention the G-spot, this position stimulates it."

"Oooh, you don't say?" She'd definitely give this a chance now!

"I do say. And I'll hold onto you and lower your hips to the bed if you start cumming hard again."

"So considerate," she giggled. "Thanks, I'd probably end up twitching and breaking my neck." Buffy thought that she probably wouldn't have a huge orgasm in this position because of the added strain and preoccupation of having to hold her butt in the air.

After making sure Buffy's stance was firm and she was relatively comfortable, Spike took his cock in hand and rubbed it against her slit. Buffy slightly rolled her hips at him, finding that though it was a bit awkward, she could still maneuver the raised part of her body pretty well.

"I probably won't last long," Spike said as he pushed forward into her passage.

"That's okay, don't know how long I can stay like this anyway," she laughed.

Spike thrust inside of her to the hilt, then began long, slow strokes. His hands wandered over her body, leaning forward a bit allowed him to be able to reach down to fondle her tits and pinch her nipples.

Buffy got chills at how good it felt. It felt like his huge cock was going even deeper than it had before. And he wasn't lying about the G-spot stimulation, every back and forth motion brushed over that oh-so-special spot inside of her. She moaned, faintly moving her hips in rhythm with his.

Spike straightened up, his right hand still wandering over her body, while his left palm rested on her mons. He rubbed and played with her pussy, taking the thrusting up a notch.

Buffy exclaimed, "Holy...! Uhhhh!"

"Good?"

"Fuck yes! Oh my God! Keep going!"

Both the strokes of his cock and hand were relentless, taking Buffy higher and higher.

Buffy gasped with delight as he touched her. "Ohhh fuck! Ohh it's so good, Spike!" He had complete access to her clit in this position, and he wasn't letting that access go to waste.

He smiled. "I knew you'd like it once we got into it."

"Ohhh God, you were SO right!" She couldn't stop gasping and moaning, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the brink. She pressed her hands against the headboard and rotated her hips, but still let him do most of the work.

Spike was very close too. He could go so deep in this position. Feeling her body quiver, feeling her hot, soaked pussy stretched tight around him, seeing her tits jiggle when he thrust in, seeing her beautiful face awash with pleasure -- all of it was helping him build to a crescendo.

"Gonna cum?" Spike asked, upping the tempo again, his pelvis now smacking against her butt on the downstrokes.

"Uh-huh! Ohhhh! Yes!"

"Cum for me, Buffy. Cum all over my fucking cock!"

"Ahhhh -- I'm cummmming! Ohhhh fuck! Yesss!" Buffy's body convulsed.

It was one of the big ones -- the electrocuted, eyes rolling back, Mmmmm'ing kind. Spike held her hips and lowered her shaking body to the mattress. He'd been expecting the full-body spasms from her again. He stilled the thrusting of his hips, letting her ride it out. It wasn't an easy thing to do, staving off his own climax. He needed to cum crazy-bad. But if he kept fucking her in the state she was in right now, it'd be like doing it to her while she was unconscious, and he wanted her to be fully aware and 'with' him.

Spike just rested inside her, holding himself above her, his eyes closing, his breaths coming quick. Buffy was bucking and jerking, her pussy strangling him and making him crazier with lust.

Buffy regained enough awareness to realize that she was having another big one, and that Spike still needed his release. She gathered the muscle coordination to wrap her legs around his waist, still coming down from the last bit of her intense orgasm.

Spike opened his eyes to see her looking back at him. Her eyes were glassy and a bit unfocused, but she knew what she was doing.

"Keep fucking me, Spike," Buffy said breathlessly, tightening her legs around him and thrusting her pelvis at him. "Cum inside me."

Spike couldn't hold back anymore. Since she seemed to be okay again, and with her saying those words, his hips started moving again. "Loosen your leg-grip on me, pet."

"Sorry," Buffy said, smiling goofily and letting her legs fall from his waist.

He put his arms under her knees, elevating her pelvis slightly, then began thrusting fast and hard.

Buffy moaned and gazed into his eyes as he pounded into her from above. "Ahhh -- Yeah! Fuck me hard!"

Spike had been about to stop and ask if he was fucking her too hard, but she didn't seem to have a problem with it. He felt his balls tightening, then a second later he grunted as he climaxed. "Fuck! Ahhh! Buffy!"

Buffy was taken by surprise when another orgasm of her own blazed through her. Feeling his cock lunging and erupting inside of her caused her to experience multiples for the first time. She moaned along with him, humping back at him as he continued to ram into her and flood her pussy.

Spike finally finished cumming and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

Buffy smiled and stroked his sweaty back. "Holy shit, I came again! Not the flopping like a fish kind, the normal kind -- which is still awesome."

He lifted his head and gave her a lingering kiss, taking his weight off of her. "Didn't crush you, did I?"

"Uh-uh, not crushed." She actually liked the feeling of his hard body weighing down on hers.

Spike rolled onto the other side of the bed, laying on his back and enjoying the afterglow. "I definitely need a short break after that," he panted.

She patted his thigh. "I need a siesta after that, too. You take all the time you need." Buffy hummed contentedly as she lightly touched her pussy, rubbing their cum on her skin. She could feel his hot spunk dripping out of her.

"God, that was incredible..." Spike looked at her, smiling brightly. "You liked the position?"

"Ohh yeah!" Buffy enthused. "It was strange at first, but... Wow! You were right about that stimulation. And the way you touched me while you fucked me? Mmmmm, that's the stuff."

"I was afraid it was going to be one of those cramped positions you don't like."

"It was great once we got going. I'm parched though," she said, putting a hand on her throat.

"I'll get us both some water," Spike said, getting up and making his way into the bathroom. His legs felt a bit weak from the orgasm, but he was so jubilant he felt like he could float all the way into the bathroom.

Buffy watched him walk into the other room, admiring his firm, tight ass and muscled back that gleamed with a thin sheen of perspiration. "Damn fine ass," she said with a smile.





They each had a glass of water and relaxed, lounging against the headboard for a few minutes. Spike had also filled up a large squeeze bottle with water, anticipating that they'd need to get re-hydrated again later. He'd set the bottle on the nightstand to have it within reach, just in case he wasn't able to walk as easily next time one of them needed a drink.

Buffy said, "You know, Cordy and I discussed if we had to choose a guy we knew to get jiggy with, it'd be you."

"Did you, now?" Spike asked, amused and proud.

"Mmmhmm. We both thought you'd have 'the goods'."

"Hunh... I never would've guessed. Thanks for picking me for your hypothetical stranded on a desert island shag. Would've been memorable if we'd gotten the chance."

"I'm sure it would've been... This is memorable too though, right?"

"Oh!" Spike said immediately, afraid that he'd hurt her feelings and given her the absolute wrongest impression. "This is too, Buffy. I didn't mean that it -- this -- wasn't..." He didn't know how to convey how special being with her like this was without blurting out how deep his feelings for her actually went.

She smiled. "You're cute when you're nervous."

"You know you're amazing." Spike leaned in and kissed her lips sweetly.

"Maybe I just need to hear it... a lot. Wasn't feeling too desirable after getting dumped. I don't like feeling needy."

"I know what you mean. Nothing like having the woman you love leave you to make you self-conscious about everything. I wondered if Dru didn't find me attractive anymore, or what I'd done wrong."

"Well, it wasn't that you weren't good in bed, 'cause -- Wow. I'm saying 'wow' a lot tonight, huh?"

They chuckled.

Buffy continued, "You're a great guy, Spike. The problem was hers, not yours."

"I want that to be true... But if it was me, I'd like to know so I could try fixing it before I fall in love again and have the next woman leave me, too."

Buffy held his hand and rested her head on his shoulder. "I always thought you were so good to Dru, better than she deserved. You... what's the word? Doted? You doted on her, and you were so passionate and romantic. She was crazy not to try holding onto you, she'll regret leaving you someday. The next woman you fall for will appreciate you."

"I think the same thing about you, the problem wasn't you, it couldn't've been. Cordy's never gonna make it in Hollywood, and she'll see how good she had it with you. She'll regret throwing what you had away once she's failed at getting legitimate work and is spit out the bottom of the porn industry."

Buffy giggled. "That would be so funny -- Cordelia doing porn."

Spike took her empty glass from her hand, and put both on the nightstand. Then he turned back to Buffy, laying on his side. Buffy smirked and went onto her side, facing him.

Spike put his hand on her hip, rubbing gently. "You still curious?"

"Mmmhmm." Buffy was happy to see that Spike was getting hard again. She curled her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking. "I liked the sensation when you came inside of me... Made me feel so warm." She tried not to say too much. To say that old cliché: I never knew it could be like this. That, at this moment, she couldn't even imagine wanting another man, another lover, after being with him.

Spike moved closer to kiss the side of her neck. "Being inside you feels so good, Buffy. So wonderful... it's indescribable." He felt a bit tired from their exertions, but he'd also never felt so exhilarated. He wanted to keep going until he didn't have the energy to move a muscle, and give this gorgeous creature the best shag she'd ever have in this lifetime.

Their inner fires rekindled as their lips crashed together in a hungry, lust-filled kiss. Their hands wandered purposefully over the other's body; touching, exploring, fanning the flames of their mutual desire.

"You have another position in mind we can try?" Buffy asked eagerly.





Spike growled playfully in her ear, nibbling on the lobe. "Indeed, I do. Would you be interested in a position that lets you be dominant?"

She gave his butt a small slap. "You're not talkin' S&M, are you?"

He pulled back to look at her. "No, nothing like that. I just mean a position that allows you to have the control."

"Oh, okay, I've got no problem with that." Buffy beamed and laughed.

Spike gave her a quick, hard kiss, then moved away to prepare. He stacked a few pillows at the headboard, then went into a semi-sitting position with the pillows helping to prop himself up. "This one is a variant of Cowgirl. Mount me, luv," he said with a naughty smirk.

Buffy didn't need to be told twice; she straddled his waist, sitting on his thighs. "You don't mind me being dominant over you?"

"I enjoy having control, or at least the illusion of it, so I reckon you do, too."

"Mmmm, I do. How is this different than the other way? Do I put my ankles behind my ears or something?"

They chuckled.

"Nothing too complicated. You straddle me just like this," he ran his hands down from her thighs to her calves, "while I lay back and let you ravish me."

"You get to take it easy while I do all the work, eh?" Buffy teased.

"I'm submissive this time around. You can put your hands on my shoulders or hold onto the headboard." He glanced behind him at the headboard. "And feel free to rattle it all you like, it's securely attached to the frame."

"Okay, but I still don't see how it's that different or improved from normal Cowgirl."

"You won't let me finish explaining it to you, luv. Be patient." Spike kissed her and then rested back against the pillows, putting his hands on her hips.

"Sorry, go on, Professor."

"You take my cock in deep, then we see what kind of inner muscle control you have. You massage and squeeze me inside your magnificent quim -- massage and release, massage and release. That'll drive me bonkers after a few minutes."

She laughed, silently test flexing those inner muscles she'd be using on him in a minute. "You're actually telling me how to make you insane?"

"Yeah. It's like torture, but the sweetest torture there is. Plus, I know I'll be rewarded if I'm a good boy." He gave her an openmouthed smile, poking his tongue out.

"Yes, you definitely will be rewarded." Buffy held his hard cock and slid down onto it.

Spike moaned at being encased within her sugar walls once again. "Uhh, okay there's a little more to what you can do. You can also swing your hips in wide figure-eights, p-putting your weight on your feet and pressing down onto my cock."

Buffy put her hands on his shoulders, gripping him with her hands, and gripping his dick with her pussy muscles. "You sure do know a lot about sex stuff."

"Ohh God, that feels brilliant already!" Spike gasped.

He tried grabbing her hips and thrusting, but Buffy pushed his hands down to the mattress.

"I'm dominant, remember? I control the ride, baby."

He growled lustily, his eyes blazing. "Yeah, that's right. You have to tame me, pet. Keep me from trying to take over."

She laid her hands on his shoulders again, squeezing his trapezius muscles in synch with her inner muscles squeezing his cock. "That's right. Don't try my patience."

Buffy thought her muscles would be weak or sore from the workout they'd gotten already tonight, but she was happy to find that she had lots of strength in them. She was able to massage and grip his cock like a fist while moving slowly up and down.

The sounds Spike made while she worked him, and the expressions on his face, increased her enjoyment of this particular position. He looked utterly lost to passion. He gasped and moaned, muttered obscenities, told her how hot and beautiful she was as she moved on him. His hands kept being drawn to her hips, and she kept scolding him, giving him an extra firm inner hug. It was thrilling to see and feel how mad with desire Spike was becoming. Because of her, all for her.

Buffy ran her fingers up through his hair, then held onto the top of the headboard. "If you feel like you're going to cum, I don't want you to hold back."

"But..." Spike tried protesting feebly.

"I don't care how long it takes to get you hard again. I'll put in the time and effort. I want to feel you exploding inside of me over and over again."

"Bloody hell," Spike moaned and strained forward to kiss the front of her throat. "You might end up killin' me, but I'll go out with a bang."

"Several of them," she smirked. "You may put your mouth on my tits while I ride you."

With a hungry groan, he immediately dropped his mouth to her chest and latched onto a nipple with his lips like a hungry baby.

Buffy moaned and started swinging and swaying her hips in the figure-eight pattern that he'd suggested. Gripping the headboard and pressing herself down onto his cock as she swung her hips back and forth, feeling him go so deep, his big cock hitting every single hot spot inside of her. She didn't think she'd be able to take it much longer, she was going to cum, and it was going to be a big one.

"Ohhh fuck," Spike mumbled against her chest, puffing quick breaths onto her sweaty skin. He didn't try grabbing her hips, he only skimmed his hands over her thighs, occasionally digging his fingers into her flesh.

"You like that?" she asked huskily.

"You're a goddess!" He fell back against the pillows, panting and swallowing hard, moving his hips ever-so-slightly. "You're so fucking beautiful, Buffy!"

A large feminine smile spread across her face. She loved hearing him utter those words. Buffy couldn't believe how right all of this felt. She was taking to hetero sex like a fish to water, and loving it. Not only was she having the time of her life, she was apparently a natural at making a man's knees weak. Spike's body was sweaty and trembling with desire, his cock was swollen and throbbing deep within her. It was time to let them both have their reward. Perhaps she'd been a tad hasty two years ago when she'd deduced that she was gay... A little sampling and research back then would have helped her come to a more informed conclusion.

Buffy rattled that headboard as she rose and fell and screwed down onto his cock.

Spike's body stiffened and arched, he clutched her hips shouting as he came. "Ahhh, Buffy! FUCK!"

She felt him blast-off, which set off her own explosion. "Ohhh -- OHHHH! Y-YEAH!" Buffy yelled, her body jerking, hips grinding.

Buffy collapsed against his chest, shaking more strongly and Mmmmm'ing. Spike's arms went around her, holding her as they both shuddered and rode out their mutual release. His hot cream filling her pussy, and her muscles milking him dry.

Spike finished first, a silly smile curled up on his lips. He wasn't worried about Buffy's well-being, not more so than he would be normally. He just held her, caressing her back and waiting for her to come back down to Earth while savoring the pleasure flowing through his body.

'Oh God, I think I love her...' He feared that this was the only night he'd ever be with Buffy like this. But she would have to at least consider switching back to Team Hetero after tonight... right? She'd told him that she'd never cum so hard or felt so good before, so... Spike still had high hopes that Buffy would think about making this an activity they would engage in on a regular basis. But he wanted more than just great sex with her and that was the part he was most concerned about. It was one thing to have a physical relationship -- to engage in some sexual experimentation after a bad breakup, and another to have loving, romantic feelings. Would Buffy want more with him too once her curiosity was completely sated? Would he end up with another case of a broken heart, and if so, would he be able to bounce back again? Only time would tell. He wouldn't bring any emotional issues up tonight, afraid that if she knew he was falling for her that she would put an end to their evening.

Buffy's spasms petered out, she sighed happily and rested against him. "Mmmmm, oh my God... That was amazing." She nuzzled his neck.

"Fuck yeah," Spike agreed readily. He swept her hair away from her face with his fingers, and kissed her forehead.

She grinned that beautiful grin he was coming to love as well. "I'm all sweaty, and getting you all sweaty."

"Just some body fluid exchanging between friends."

Buffy giggled, then kissed him softly before rolling off of him onto her back. Spike sat up, taking one of the pillows and putting it under Buffy's head, then laid down on his back next to her. They looked up at the ceiling, both just relaxing and marveling at how fucking good everything had been so far.

"You really did a fantastic job with the... hip shaking and muscle control. Bloody hell, I'd swear you'd had a lot more experience."

She turned to him, smiling. Buffy felt like she'd never be able to stop smiling. "Thanks, I was hoping I'd do it right."

Spike put his hand on top of hers, entwining their fingers. Then he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her wrist gently. "You did it more than just right, you were... perfect."

"Aww, you're so sweet." Buffy's heart fluttered at just the feel of his soft lips on her wrist.

"You're okay? After cumming like that again?"

She nodded. "Better than okay, I just need a few minutes. You still... up for more?" she asked hopefully.

Spike stretched his muscles and smirked. "Not yet, but I will be."

Buffy admired his lean, glistening body. His big cock lay against his flat, toned abdomen, still impressive when soft. It shone with their combined juices, making Buffy automatically lick her lips. She wanted to suck on that gorgeous cock again -- but would wait to give the poor guy a chance to recover. She was proud of her performance, and knew she wanted more. Her hunger for him hadn't been completely satisfied yet, she wondered if it ever would be.

Spike was grateful that he did indeed feel like he had a few more rounds left in him. His appetite for his sexy, petite, blonde friend was enormous. And apparently her appetite for him was just as vast.

They were both pleased that their night wasn't over yet.


Chapter End Notes:
Happy Birthday, P4S! =D



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