It took a moment for Buffy to think which way her bedroom was.
She took one of his hands and led him to it. The moment they stepped inside and closed the door, they flew back into each other’s arms. He walked her backwards toward the bed as they kissed and groped. Buffy squeaked when her foot caught one of the many clothes boxes, if not for Spike’s arm around her waist she would have fallen.
“You alright?” Spike asked once he helped steady her.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” Buffy kicked and tossed boxes out of the way. She crawled on the bed and pushed the bags off to the floor. “Sorry. That was embarrassing. Here I am trying to be all seductive and I trip over a box.”
Spike laughed lightly. “Someone’s been busy,” he said, indicating all the shopping bags.
“You have to shop when you’re in New York, it’s the law,” Buffy joked, looking down bashfully.
He smirked, coming to stand beside the bed. “Would you like me to take off my clothes?”
“Okay...” She sat back on her haunches, watching him with growing excitement.
Spike undid the buttons down the center of his shirt. Buffy licked her lips, salivating at each new patch of skin exposed. He slowly shrugged out of the shirt, tossing it on an overstuffed chair in the corner.
“You must work out,” Buffy said numbly, creaming in her thong even more.
‘I get to touch that! I get to do whatever I want with that!’ She jumped for joy in her mind.
He was perfect. Spike flexed his developed pectoral muscles and ran his hand lightly over the cut lines of his abs. A line of fine brown hair traveled from his navel down to disappear into his pants. Buffy made it her new goal in life to see where that hair led. The urge to touch that feathery, soft-looking belly hair had her fingers twitching.
‘I can do that to him if I want. I can do anything I want!’ Tingles shot through her body.
“You like what you see?” Spike asked, his voice gravelly.
Buffy nodded mutely.
Spike slowly undid his belt then unbuttoned his pants, lowering the zipper halfway. He dug into one of the pockets of his pants and brought out a handful of condom packets, he placed them on the nightstand next to the bed. Buffy's eyes went wide at the amount of packets.
'How many times are we going to do it? There must be a dozen of them!'
Spike smiled as he kicked of his shoes and took off his socks, throwing them near the chair. Spike approached the bed and ghosted his fingertips up and down her arms. He pushed her robe over her shoulders and down her arms, running his hands back up to cup her face and bent down to kiss her tenderly. He stood up straight and lowered his zipper the rest of the way.
Looking up into his eyes, Buffy reached out and pushed his pants over his butt, letting them drop to the floor. He wore a pair of black speedo underwear that sat low on his hips. She boldly ran her hands up his outer thighs and around to grasp his ass in her hands, squeezing his firm globes while she put her lips on his chest, kissing it softly. Buffy loved the way the muscles twitched under her lips. His body was so taut, she mused that she could bounce a quarter off any part of it. He weaved his hands in her hair as she traced the muscles of his torso with her tongue. He was absolutely luscious; the smell of him intoxicated her, he smelled like an ocean breeze, clean and fresh, no need for cologne for this man, thank you very much. The flavor of his skin made her taste buds tingle. Spike groaned as she bit lightly down on one of his nipples, the sound he made gave her chills, she would definitely try to make him sound like that over and over again. He was a feast for all her senses.
“Ahhh--Darla!” Spike moaned.
Buffy stopped and looked up at him. “What did you say?”
“I said your name... Darla. Beautiful name, for a beautiful girl.” Spike stroked his fingers through her hair.
“Oh, right! I thought you said something else...” Buffy forgot she told him that was her name.
“You’re drivin’ me crazy, you little minx... but we can go about this however you want. If you only want to touch me, we can do that...” He prayed that she wanted more...
"I want... the whole thing. All of it. Um, I never did this before, like I said, so..." She bit her lip.
"You want me to take charge for a bit?"
"Okay..." Buffy agreed readily as she wasn't sure how to proceed.
Spike climbed on the bed next to her on his knees and pulled her against him for another mind-blowing kiss. She thought that he was the absolute best kisser in the world. He had real...commitment to his technique, and terrific follow through. Spike's hands went to her hips, caressing them for a moment before moving around to her ass. He slipped his hands under her chemise, squeezing and fondling her bare cheeks. Then, he lifted the chemise slowly, she put her arms up to allow him to pull it over her head, and he laid it on the bed beside them.
Buffy felt modest all of the sudden and brought her arms up to cover her breasts.
"Don't. Don't cover yourself... You're exquisite," Spike said as he admired her nearly nude form, she allowed him to draw her hands away from her chest.
She blushed charmingly. Spike bent his head and kissed the tops of each breast, then ran his hands up her body to touch them. He licked and sucked at one puckered nipple, stoking the underside of her breast and lifting it to bring it to his mouth while his other hand played with and tweaked its twin. Spike laved her tits with his tongue, making sure to pay equal attention to both. Buffy moaned and held the back of his neck to her chest.
"Ohhh--Spike..." She ran her fingers all through his hair, freeing it from the effects of the hair gel he used. It stuck up a little, giving it a 'spiky' appearance that she found irre-fucking-sistible. Spike put his hands down into the waistband of the thong she wore and pushed it down to her knees.
"Lay down, pet," he said softly.
Buffy did as he said, starting to feel nervous again. 'Here we go!'
She took a deep breath as he slid the thong all the way down her legs and put it aside. She fought the impulse to cover her naked body. No one had seen her completely naked since she had to be bathed as a child, even her one time with Angel had been in the dark. Her eyes strayed to his crotch, wondering what it would look like. She'd never seen a naked man in person before.
'It looks big... what if it's too big? What if it doesn't fit?' Buffy thought worriedly.
Spike crawled up the bed to lay next to her, propped up on an elbow. His hand skimmed over her hip, across her stomach, over her breasts to her face, he stroked her cheek gently.
"What's the matter, luv? If you're having second thoughts..."
"No. No second thoughts. I'm just nervous... I'm sorry, I do want..."
Spike bent his head and captured Buffy's lips in a steamy, melting kiss, she felt her fears falling away as she concentrated on the wonderful way his mouth and tongue pressed onto hers made her feel. He finally broke away to give them both some air.
"Would you like me to go down on you?" Spike asked, trailing a hand down to the apex of her thighs, resting his hand on her mons.
"Huh?" She couldn't concentrate on what he was saying to her when his hand was touching her pussy.
Spike smiled. "Oral sex, luv. Would you like me to pleasure you orally?"
Buffy's eyes widened. "Um, I don't think... I-I don't like that."
"You don't like it?" he asked, puzzled. "Well, the last bloke you were with didn't do it right, then. A lot of guys don't know what they're doing down there, can scar a lady for life." Spike chuckled, trying to relieve her anxiety. "Tell you what, I'll do it for a minute, and if you don't like it, I'll stop. No questions asked."
"Well... I don't know... I-I guess... but just for a minute."
He was so sexy and gorgeous, she didn't want to refuse him anything. But she was nervous, it just seemed... weird for people to put their mouths on... those parts of another person.
"Got a stopwatch?" Spike joked. She was so nervous she didn't get the joke and just shook her head 'no'. "Okay, one minute." He got up and kneeled on the floor by the edge of the bed. "Scoot over here."
Buffy automatically obeyed, he helped her lay in the position he wanted her in. Her ass was near the edge of the bed, her legs dangled over the side.
"Now, just lay back and relax." Spike gave her a liquefying smirk then lowered his head and kissed a path from her stomach, to her hip bones, applying open-mouthed kisses to her hot skin.
Buffy gripped the sheets in her fists and looked up at the ceiling.
'Poor girl. Nobody's ever given her a real seein' to before. Well I'll fix that...' Spike thought with a smile.
Spike parted her thighs, licking and placing delicate kisses on each before moving his face over her pussy. He inhaled her heady scent, reeling slightly from the powerful aroma. Buffy was highly aroused. Her neatly trimmed bush gave him a good view of her sex. Her labia were glistening with moisture. Every part of her was beautiful. Looping his left arm around her right thigh, he brought his left hand back around to her pussy. He rested the heel of his hand on her mons and traced her slit with his nimble fingers, parting her swollen lips and gently fingering her clit. Spike swept his tongue along her slit, then quickly repeated the action when Buffy gasped in surprise and mewled like a kitten. He kneaded the muscles of her left thigh with his right hand while the left massaged her clit, he dragged his tongue up and down -- up and down -- her gash, wagging his tongue back and forth.
Spike was getting a lot more excited than he usually did at these times. Not only did her scent drive him mad, the taste of her juices was almost too good, too delicious.
'My ripe, hot little peach...' Spike thought as he devoured her. Her flavor and the squeaky, breathy sounds she was making were affecting him. His cock was becoming rock-hard in the confining speedos he wore.
Buffy squealed and writhed around when Spike snaked his tongue between her lips and into her waiting hole. His tongue dove in and out of her, stroking her moist inner walls while his fingers worked her clit. She thought she was losing her mind.
'Sweet Fancy Moses! That can't be his tongue! It's sooooo long!' She squirmed in delight under him, arching her cunt into his face as he fucked her with his tongue. Buffy gasped when he suddenly stopped.
"Huh? Wha?" She looked down her body at him in alarm and dismay.
Spike smirked, his face shiny with her juices. "That was one minute, I believe. What's the verdict?"
"Don't stop! Oh God, PLEASE, don't stop!" Buffy begged, arching her pelvis at his face.
Without another word he dived back down to her. Spike lapped at her sex steadily, her sticky juices flowed as if from a tap, running freely down his lips and chin. She'd never known this kind of pleasure was possible. He ate her out for what seemed like an eternity, time had no meaning for Buffy anymore, time seemed to stretch and warp around her. She was all too happy to admit she was wrong about oral stuff seeming weird. She wished she could do this ALL the time!
"Ooooh, Spike! Ohhh YES! Don't stop, NEVER stop!" Buffy pressed her thighs against the sides of his head, she was half afraid he'd stop again.
She felt panicked for a moment when he removed his tongue from her hole but keened loudly when he started flicking her clit with it instead. Their eyes met as she looked down to watch him, Spike looked up at her through his lashes as he moved his tongue in, what should have been, an impossible rippling motion. His tongue moved like waves in the ocean. The pleasure it caused was indescribable.
‘He just has to be demon! No human could do that with their tongue! Oh, I love me some demons!’ Buffy moaned and groaned loudly.
She 'ooohed' and 'aaaahed' as Spike wriggled and wrapped his oh-so-flexible tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves. He wormed one long finger into her hot channel as he sucked on her clit.
'Fuck! She's tight!' Spike thought.
The thought of what it would feel like to have his cock squeezed like his finger made him shudder, he couldn't wait to be inside her. A second finger joined the first in her pussy.
Buffy bucked and moaned under his ministrations. His slender fingers pumped in and out of her at a quicker pace, he sucked on her clit and ran his tongue over it harder. Buffy gasped and wailed as an orgasm of epic proportions shook her entire body. Colored lights flashed in front of her eyes, her hips bucked up at his face frantically. The one orgasm that she’d had with Angel seemed like nothing compared to this. This one was like the other’s Mama.
“OOOOOHH SPIKE! YESYESYES!” Buffy screamed, her body convulsing in ecstasy.
Spike lapped gently at her as she began to come back down from her high. Finally, he pulled away from her, wiping his face with his hand as he stood and sat next to her on the bed.
Spike smiled at her, trying not to focus on his raging hard-on. She might not even want him to fuck her tonight, some ladies liked only the oral play. Their husbands or boyfriends notoriously didn’t go down on them. He never understood why other men could be so squeamish about that...personally, he loved the way women tasted and went wild under his mouth and hands. If you could eat pussy well, they would always come back for more. He thought briefly about having that embroidered on a pillow, words to live by.
“So, how was it?” Spike said teasingly.
Buffy was breathing hard, she looked at him with glazed eyes. She licked her lips and felt her arousal start to build up anew as she watched him licking her juices off his hand with that amazing, glorious, inhumanly nimble tongue of his.
“I was wrong about not liking it. Thanks for showing me the light... I don‘t think I'll ever play the piano again...” Buffy smiled goofily.
He laughed richly. “Anytime, pet.”
Spike bent down and kissed her gently. Buffy scooted back to lay long-ways on the bed, anxious to experience the rest of his repertoire.
“Ready for more?” Spike asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes!” Buffy said enthusiastically. She got a sudden burst of confidence. “Take those off,” she commanded, pointing at his speedos.
His straining cock stretched out the thin material, she didn’t want to wait anymore, she had to see it, to see all of him.
Spike smiled and removed his underwear, throwing them towards the chair the rest of his clothes were draped over. He laid down next to her on his back. Her eyes were fixed on his throbbing member. He felt himself getting impossibly harder under her scrutiny.
“I... The other guys I’ve been with... they never let me look at them in the light. Do you... mind if I... touch it -- you, I mean you,” Buffy asked shyly, blushing.
“Be my guest.” Spike grinned as he stretched and flexed his muscles like a big cat.
‘My God, he’s beautiful... and he's all mine...’ Buffy ran a slightly trembling hand over his chest and down his stomach. His muscles contracted under her palm.
Spike watched her hand moving ever closer to his dick with growing anticipation. His breathing was becoming more rapid. The effort to act nonchalant was getting more difficult.
‘Take it easy, mate! You’re a professional, for Christ’s sake!’ He took some deep breaths to regain some control of his body. He didn’t want to blow his wad as soon as she touched him, the ladies who paid him expected a lot more of him. He sucked in air when her fingers wrapped around his hard cock. She turned her head to look at him, a smile spread across her face.
“Does that feel good?” Buffy asked as she tentatively started pumping up and down his length.
Spike kept an easy smile on his face but nodded furiously. Watching her as she explored him was too much for him, so he shut his eyes. He went over all the tricks in his mind to keep from cumming as she stroked his cock and weighed his balls in her hands.
Buffy was fascinated by his genitalia. She never had an opportunity like this before (and probably wouldn’t again) to inspect a guy’s equipment without feeling self-conscious. It was big... and long... and thick and was a bit bent towards the end. She tilted her head to look at it from different angles. She didn’t know how guys could walk around with these things dangling between their legs. Buffy loved the way it throbbed and would occasionally jerk in her hand, like it had a life of its own. It felt so hard, but the skin was baby-soft, like a steel rod covered with silk. She felt like a powerful woman for the first time in her life, not a naive child.
Pre-cum oozed in a syrupy strand from the tip and down the side of his cock. The impulse to run her tongue over the drooling head was too great. Buffy wanted to see what it tasted like, he seemed to enjoy the way she tasted, but more than that, she wanted to see what reaction she could get out him. She dipped her head down quickly and swiped her tongue over the head and down the sides of his prick, slurping up the pre-cum greedily.
Spike couldn’t control his initial reaction, he hadn’t expected her to do that, and his hips bucked off the bed.
“Ahhh! Ohhh! Darla!” Spike moaned.
Buffy frowned momentarily, not liking another woman's name passing through his lips. She decided to just pretend that he was calling out her real name, he was calling her name in passion... as far as he knew. She smiled widely and lapped at his prickhead again and again, then feeling braver, she took the fat spongy head into her warm mouth and sucked at it lightly while her tongue swept back and forth. She felt pride that he was obviously enjoying what she was doing and she absolutely loved the way he tasted; slightly salty and... what was it? Melon juice? She wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, she craved it. Buffy started raising and lowering her mouth around his shaft, sucking harder while she cupped and gently squeezed his balls. She never thought she'd have the nerve, or will, to do this to a man. The power she had over him at this moment thrilled and excited her to no end.
“Oh God, Darla!” Spike gasped, putting his hands in her hair, gingerly pushing her head away from his groin. His cock slipped out from between her lips and dropped forward onto his stomach with a meaty slap. “I have to warn you, pet... I’m going to cum pretty damn fast if you keep doing that. If that’s what you want, then I’m all for it. But it will take me a bit to recover...” Spike's eyes were hooded and stormy with desire for her. He wanted her, he wanted her bad.
Buffy was worried that she was doing something wrong when he first pushed her away, she was relieved that it was only because she was doing it so well that he couldn’t take it anymore. The pure lust in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat and her pussy throb in response. She considered what he said for a split second. As wonderful as taking him in her mouth was, she desperately wanted to feel him inside her aching cunt. She sat up, throwing her shoulders back.
“I want you to fuck me... right now,” Buffy said huskily.
She was brimming with confidence. Feeling like a seductive, forceful woman. For tonight, he was her slave and she would reap every possible benefit of the gift she’d been given. It had to be fate. Spike showing up at her door, when she was so horny she was ready to scream in frustration. Buffy laid on her back, teasing her nipples with her fingertips, smiling seductively at him.
Spike pounced on her with a growl, she squeaked and giggled at his energetic reply to her statement. The giggles dried up fast when he fused his mouth to hers, his tongue diving in to explore her mouth. She kissed him back with just as much passion. Their hands traveled over each other's body, caressing, squeezing, pinching. His mouth moved to her neck, licking, sucking and nibbling then moved on to her breasts. Buffy was breathing hard, her hands moving over his back and shoulders.
"Spike, NOW, please!" Buffy panted.
She almost cried out in protest when he raised himself off of her to sit back on his haunches. He took a condom packet off the nightstand and opened it easily. She watched as he rolled the condom carefully onto his fully erect penis. Once it was on, he settled his body back between her spread legs. Buffy let out a shaky breath as she stroked his arms.
Spike gave her a toe-curling kiss then smiled as he reached down to guide his cock to her entrance, rubbing the head over her lips and clit. They groaned with mutual desire. Buffy spread her legs further apart, inviting him in. He eased into her slowly until he was fully encased in her sweltering pussy.
"Ahhh! Fuck! You're so bloody tight!" Spike trembled with the effort of trying to remain still while she adjusted to his size, he was dying to start screwing her into the mattress.
"Spike!" Buffy whispered, her head tilted back.
It felt so good to have him inside of her. It felt like it filled her up completely, perfectly.
Spike took advantage of her exposed throat, kissing, nipping and licking at the tender flesh. Cautiously, he began moving his hips. It was still a tight fit, but she was lubricated well enough and was stretched enough to allow him to move easily within her. It felt like she was made for him. Their parts interlocked so well that it couldn't be a mere coincidence, Spike mused as he started pumping deeply and slowly in and out of her. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt some kind of connection with this woman. The moment he laid eyes on her, he felt the electricity flowing between them. Now, when they were joined in the most intimate of ways, he felt the voltage going off the scale.
“Spike! Uhhh! Ohh Yes!” Buffy panted, running her hands down his back to grasp his ass in her hands as he pumped into her.
Heaven. She had to have died and gone to heaven. If so, she would happily spend eternity like this: Spike on top of her, grunting and moaning as he fucked her. This was the most fun she’d ever had without laughing.
Spike managed to stave off cumming too soon, as he feared he might. He pushed in and out using long, slow thrusts, kissing and nibbling at her face, neck and chest, driving them both mad for a good 20 minutes. She brought her knees up along his sides. A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies.
“Spike--Ohhh! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” Buffy yelled wantonly, scratching down his sweaty back, thrusting her hips up at him, she was desperate for release.
Spike surrendered to what his body wanted to do all along and began ramming his cock into her tight hole, bouncing them off the mattress with every thrust. They grunted and gasped as they both neared the pinnacle.
“Oh! OH GOD! YES! YES!” Buffy screamed as her orgasm rocked through her body.
It was even better and more intense than the one she had when he pleasured her with his mouth. She felt like bursting into song, like Madeline Kahn’s character in the movie ‘Young Frankenstein’. The song ran through her mind:
’Ah! Sweet mystery of life, at last I've found thee;
Ah! I know at last the secret of it all!’
Spike stiffened and groaned loudly, cumming like a freight train. It was all over when he felt her inner muscles ripple around and squeeze his cock, he went hurtling over the edge.
“Darla! Unnngh! Ahhh!” Spike grunted, pumping wildly into her.
After a few minutes, they began to slow their movements, until he sank down against her, burying his face against her neck. They panted and sighed, caressing each other’s slick flesh as they floated back down to Earth.
Spike lifted himself up and off of her to sit on the edge of the bed. He disposed of the used condom in the waste basket and laid on his back beside her. With a contented sigh, she curled up against him, he smiled and held her in his arms.
'Wowiewowwowwow!' Buffy thought as she snuggled into his embrace.
'Bloody hell! That was incredible! It hasn't been that good in a long time...' Spike thought as he stroked up and down her back.
He was astonished at the chemistry he had with her. For the first time since he began his career as a gigolo, he wasn't able to keep business and pleasure separate. He could fall for Darla, very, very easily.
"That was really... Thanks... I so needed that!" Buffy giggled.
Spike smiled. "No thanks are necessary. It was my pleasure," he purred, squeezing her a little tighter for a moment.
She traced the muscles of his abdomen with her fingers, brushing her fingers over the fine line of hair there. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to be totally honest... okay?" Buffy looked into his eyes anxiously.
"Okay." Spike could see she was going to ask him something serious.
"Um... was there anything... that I could have done better? I mean, what would you say I need improvement on?"
"Are you talking about your... technique? Because I wouldn't change a thing. And I'm not just saying that," Spike said sincerely. He cupped her cheek in his hand and gazed deeply into her wide green eyes.
"Did someone give you reason to believe you were less than... perfect?" She nodded slightly, her bottom lip trembled. Spike felt his temper rise. He wanted to wrap his hands around the bastard's throat (probably her husband) that made this exquisite woman doubt herself and squeeze till his head popped off. "Well, whoever he was, he's an idiot. You were wonderful, luv. I wish that wanker could have been here a few minutes ago, show him how it's supposed to be done. Maybe he could take some notes..." He smiled.
Buffy laughed, picturing Angel sitting by the bed, watching them go at it and taking notes was too funny! Spike could definitely teach her ex a thing or two about pleasing a woman.
"There's that smile. Knew I could get a grin." Spike kissed the top of her head.
"Thanks." She looked at him gratefully.
'Maybe he's right... maybe Angel is just a "wanker", whatever that is... Maybe he's the one with the problem, not me...'
"Told you, pet, no thanks necessary. I just tell it like it is. You're a beautiful, desirable woman. Who happens to be sexy as hell and a dream between the sheets. Don't let any man tell you, or make you feel differently."
"You're so sweet. You're just a big ol' sack a sugar!" Buffy gave him a peck on the lips.
"That's me, so sweet I can rot your teeth... You did say a sack of sugar, didn't you?" Spike said jokingly, poking her in the side with a finger.
"Yes!" Buffy giggled.
She was starting to get hot for him again, having her ego stroked by him made her want him to stroke some other choice parts of her anatomy. She climbed on top of him, kissing him with increasing intensity.
"How long before you're ready for some more?" she asked between nibbles at his luscious lips.
"Hmmm, not too long." Spike smiled against her lips, taking one of her hands and guiding it down to touch his re-hardening cock.
She squealed when he suddenly flipped them over and began kissing a trail down her body.
The next several hours were spent exposing Buffy to levels of pleasure previously unknown to her.
Spike played her body like an instrument, and he was a virtuoso. He knew exactly where to touch, where she needed to be kissed, stroked, sucked and licked. It was like he could read her mind. Buffy wasn't passive either, she experimented with his hard, lean body, doing all the things she'd ever thought or read about. They were in sync, instinctively knowing what the other wanted and needed. Neither had ever felt this kind of connection with another person.
When they finally had their fill, they fell into an exhausted sleep, their sexual appetites well fed.