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Second story in the trilogy, ‘Labour of Love’ series Although this story can be read on it’s own, if you want more background as to how Buffy and Spike got together, then read ‘You Only Un-Live Twice’ first.
Buffy breezed in through the front door, after patrolling alone, and immediately grinned.
She quickly pulled off her hat, coat and gloves, and kicked off her shoes. She mounted the stairs, every other one having a lighted scented candle on it, and a trail of fresh rose petals carpeted her steps.
She got to the top of the stairs, There was Spike, waiting for her, bare chested, tousled haired, his jeans slung low on his hips.
“What’s all this?” She gave him a knowing smile.
“Your bath awaits…” Spike pushed open the door to the bathroom, and revealed yet more lit scented candles, and a tray with a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket, two glasses, and a bowl of chocolate dipped strawberries. The bath was filled with fabulously scented bubbles. Buffy was out of her clothes in a blink of an eye.
“Ahh…” Buffy sensuously shimmied back nestling against Spike’s chest, as he squeezed the contents of the sponge over her shoulders, sending the deliciously fragranced water cascading over her breasts.
“Open” Buffy turned her head and opened her mouth, Spike popped in a strawberry.
“Hmm…yummy!” She settled herself back.
“Champers?” Buffy took the glass of bubbly amber liquid off him and drank. She put her glass down and nestled back, smiling, her eyes closed.
“So baby…gonna tell me what this is all about?”
“Do you like it?” Spike asked, nuzzling her ear.
“No, I LOVE it…I love you!” She turned and reached up and kissed him with passion.
“It’s our second anniversary…when we got together that first glorious night eight days before the Dracula affair” Spike was nuzzling and kissing her neck.
“You old romantic thing you! Gods, I love you so much…” Buffy raised a soapy leg and smoothed down it with the sponge.
They finished the strawberries and Champagne, showered off and got out of the bath, and dried off. After blowing out all the candles Buffy said,
“Come with me…” leading Spike by the hand to the bedroom.
“You really think I’d forgotten what today was?” Buffy said giving him a sexy grin, and then she added,
“Now, get into bed, close your eyes, and then you can be a BIG, BAD, vampire for your little slayer…ok?” Spike growled low, setting her all a-tingle.
“Don’t open your eyes until I say”
“I promise!” Spike heard her leave the room.
In the spare bedroom, Buffy quickly shimmied into a Victoria’s Secret black lace basque, sheer stockings and spiky high heels.
She also took some fur-lined handcuffs from the chest of draws. She draped herself in the doorway.
“’Kay Big Boy, you can open your eyes now” She posed sexily, swinging the handcuffs from one finger, her tongue tip running along her top lip.
“OH GODS! Come here, NOW!” Spike commanded, kneeling up on the bed.
Buffy gave a growl herself, and launched herself at him, they tumbled to the bed, kissing and caressing, Spike ‘allowed’ himself to be wrestled on his back, and Buffy snapped the fur-lined cuffs on him, and through the wrought iron bedstead.
“Now…I’m going to start up here………” Buffy kissed his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, lips, cheeks and chin…
“And I’m working my way down…” she continued down, maddeningly slowly… caressing and stroking him, occasionally giving his massive manhood a squeeze and a rub, making him buck, and beg.
By the time she got to his stomach, the tip of his massive, thick cock had made it wet and sticky with the pre-come he was oozing.
She glanced up to see if he was watching, when she saw he was, she lapped at it like a cat, occasionally swiping her tongue over the leaking slit.
She then slipped the whole head into her mouth, sucking down the angry purplish knob. Spike was incoherent with want, he raised himself up off the bed. Buffy shifted to between his thighs, so Spike got a great view of her tits being pushed up and encased in the sinful black lace, while she sucked his balls and stroked the sensitive ridge of flesh between his scrotum and anus.
She licked a finger very wet, and gently circled over the little rosette of his anus, while she pumped and sucked his huge length at the same time.
“Hmm…delicious…don’t come yet…want to make this…last…! She slipped her wet lips up and down; she’s stopped stroking his peritoneum and anus, and began to fondle his balls instead, squeezing gently, rolling them around, massaging circles over them, all the time pumping slowly but firmly on his monster sized dick.
She teased him for a good hour, bringing him to the edge, then easing off…it got to the stage where he was really begging her, and she took pity as his cock looked fit to burst.
Pumping faster and more firmly, sucking on the head, then sliding her lips down as far as she could go without gagging. Spike’s hips bounced on the bed, and he began to cry out,
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