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Awakened by a shiver, Spike realized that they had fallen asleep on top of the covers and were lying completely bare. Glancing around the room, using the silvery moonlight that was gleaming through the picturesque windows as light, he spied a quilt tossed over the back of a chair across the room. Easing away from his slumbering lover, Spike stealthily crossed the vast room to quickly retrieve the blanket. Returning back to the massive king sized bed, he stared at the nude goddess peacefully sleeping, blissfully unaware that she was bare to his hungry eyes or the chill in the room, before carefully laying the cover over her slender form and sliding back into bed with her. Once Spike was settled next to Buffy once more, she snuggled against him, shaping her sumptuous body to fit perfectly against him. Spike wrapped his arms back around her slight figure with one hand cupped around one breast; small, but perfect against his palm. Utterly content, Spike drifted back to sleep with ease; the troubling thoughts that often plagued the darkness of his mind absent for the moment.

Hours later, the silver light of the moon replaced by the golden rays of sunshine to light the bedroom, Buffy stirred in her sleep and startled awake with a scream of panic on the tip of her tongue when she felt someone next to her. Momentarily confused, she sharply whipped her head around to find Spike snoring lightly, tucked against her with one arm draped across her waist. The memory of the night before came back to her in a flood, blushing her cheeks with a heat of pleasure, as she recalled the voracity in which she had succumbed to the desire for Spike that had plagued her since the first night they had met and how eager she had been to give in to that desire as he devoured her body eagerly; moving their sensuous tryst from against the wall in the foyer to the bedroom she had slept in alone since being placed in his care.

Watching him sleep, unaware to her keen observation of his naked body that was only partially covered with a blanket that he had obviously covered them with at some point in the evening after she had fallen asleep, Buffy drank in the sight of Spike's smooth, alabaster skin and the taut, flat chest muscles as they rose softly with each breath. Tentatively, she experimentally reached out to touch him, tracing her fingertips lightly across the warmth of his skin and circled them around the edges of his flat nipples, before flicking the bud of one. His breath hitched and his body twitched in his slumber at the sensation, startling Buffy to the point that she pulled her hand away briefly, unsure what to do. Wondering if she should continue in her exploration of his body or not, she watched as he had stilled and was once again sleeping soundly, so she bravely continued down the path she had set out on; eager and curious to learn every inch of his body.

What little of the blanket that had covered his torso had slipped down further when Spike moved in his sleep, awarding Buffy with a new view of the lower half of his upper body and a tantalizing one at that, as she could now see the light patch of hair that trailed downwards from his belly button to the bulge of the penis that was stubbornly still hiding beneath the blanket. Glancing back up towards Spike's face, Buffy made sure he was still definitely asleep before leaning over to place a series of feather light kisses across his very nicely sculpted abdomen and circled the tip of her tongue around the edge of his belly button. A feeling of confidence washed over her as she explored Spike's toned body with her tongue and fingers, bravely leading her towards further down the path from his belly button towards the edge of the quilt that covered his lower half. Pushing away the quilt that appeared to be hand sewn, Buffy was greeted with the satiny smooth tip of his already hardened cock that had apparently been lying in wait for her in anticipation of the tongue that had been eagerly exploring its way down his body. Buffy bit the swell of her bottom lip and pondered her next move for a solid three seconds before dipping her head down so that she could trace the tip of her tongue along the slit of the head of his dick and savored the saltiness that lay there. Grinning at the way his hips writhed, despite the fact that he was obviously still asleep, Buffy pulled herself to a position that would grant her better access to him. She ogled his gloriously naked body momentarily, before gently wrapping her hand around his dick and angling it upwards so that she easily lick from shaft to head in one long line; earning her a deep moan from Spike as he slowly came awake with each lick and suckle from her mouth.

The feel of his hand sliding up her back, the heat of his palm burning a path from her lower back to settle at the base of her neck, Buffy lifted her mouth from his dick when Spike's fingers buried themselves in her hair. She paused long enough to offer a devilish smile to him before wrapping her lips around his dick once more, adding one hand into the mix to stroke his shaft and cause enough friction that his hand tightened roughly in her hair and he fisted the other into the bedding with a strangled curse and deep, throaty moan. Glancing up at him with his dick pushed roughly against the back of her throat, Buffy felt a wave of moisture flood between her thighs at the sight of him coming undone, simply from what she was doing to him; the aching at her center was so potent that she almost straddled him right then and there to satisfy her own greedy need for release.

“Pet,” Spike choked out to her in a strangled curse slash moan. Eyes closed, Buffy felt the tips of his fingers as he tried to grab hold of her thigh and she glanced up in time for him to continue, “Turn around, luv. Lemme taste you.”

More than eager to fulfill Spike's request, damn near soaking herself with desire at the simple thought of his mouth devouring her as she sucked him off, Buffy paused long enough to readjust her position; now perched with her ass in the air and center directly over Spike's mouth. The delicious feeling of his tongue teasing her folds and delving into the heat of her body had Buffy's thighs quivering to the point that she was briefly concerned she would not be able to hold herself up long enough to finish him off, but all concern washed away as she dipped her head and took him into her mouth once more. Sliding her head down to the point her nose nudged against his balls and the tip of his dick pressed roughly against the back of her throat, Buffy relished the feeling of Spike eating away at her while she swallowed him whole.

His hands grabbed at her waist, sliding down further to cup her buttocks; one in each palm as his hold tightened to a point that should have been painful, but was anything but, as he dug the blunt edge of his nails into her skin. Buffy strangled out a groan of pleasure around his dick, faltering momentarily at her ministrations when he bit down not so gently on her clit, before suckling at the throbbing ball of flesh until the sharp pain faded away. A little more than surprised at how much she enjoyed the roughness, the pinch of pain before the rush of pleasure slipped in and washed it away, Buffy suckled deeper and reveled in the way Spike's hips jutted upwards to meet her mouth when she swallowed his dick fully.

Warmth radiated through her lower body, emanating from her core to spread through her hips and upper thighs as the promise of release made its way closer to spilling over the edge. Struggling to keep her eyes on the prize, to suck him in deeper and tighter into her mouth eagerly until he exploded against the back of her throat, Buffy moaned around Spike's dick as he teased her clit with his teeth and tongue once more.

“That's right, luv,” Spike murmured between licks of his tongue against her clit, his voice roughened with desire. “Fucking fall apart for me. Come on my tongue, my sweet.” And so she did, completely caught off guard at the feeling of her orgasm tearing its way through her body, but not before bringing him along with her.

Flopping to the side of where he laid, her body gloriously spent, Buffy felt zero shame in laying there in all her nakedness as they both struggled to catch their breath and calm their racing hearts as the pleasure filled warmth of their orgasm slowly faded. When she calmed down enough so that her words would not fall from her mouth in an undecipherable sentence, Buffy eased her head up onto Spike's thigh, glanced up at him with a devilish smile said, “Good Morning, sunshine!”





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