Buffy woke up feeling wonderful. A deliciously relaxed and happy feeling that seemed to start at her toes and move all the way up her body started the minute she opened her eyes.
It felt like she'd just gone for a long overdue massage after months of tension.
Spike was curled up around her, his arms wrapping her up like a present waiting to be opened for a joyous event. He was still sleeping. Buffy shifted over a bit so she could study his face but he kept burrowing it into her hair.
She giggled and promptly decided she was never going to leave this bed. She would give up school and slaying and never move from this wonderfulness again.
Then her bladder gave her a sharp reminder of why one must get up occasionally and she cursed.
She carefully extracted herself from his arms and dashed down the hall to the bathroom, hastily pulling on her nightgown as she went.
It turned out she needn't have worried because it seemed both Willow and Tara were long gone.
She dashed back down the hall after doing her business and nearly cheered when she discovered Spike was still asleep. She had had a truly devilish plan while seated on the toilet and she was eager to put it into motion.
She stripped off the nightgown again and carefully uncovered Spike. She was comfortable with his private parts after the night before, but there was still one thing she had never done.
She wasn't worried, she was now pretty confident after the night before that she could successfully navigate him to throes of passion again, but she was still a little nervous and she felt it might be a bit easier if she started while he was still asleep.
She picked up his soft penis and stroked it gently, when she felt it start to harden, she bent down and softly kissed the tip.
She couldn't believe how soft the skin was! He tasted nice, too. She flicked her tongue over the slit she found at the head. He was sort of salty and clean tasting. Spike let out a soft noise in his sleep and Buffy tensed, glancing up at his face. When his eyes remained closed, she resumed her exploration.
She licked up the sides experimentally and when that garnered no serious response, she took the head into her mouth.
That got a definite moan. Emboldened, she tried stroking him at the base with one hand and sucking the top and along the sides.
His hips flexed and he groaned, “B-Buffy-“
She glanced up and realized he was still out of it. She smiled around the male parts in her mouth. He was dreaming about her.
Remembering what she had done the night before, Buffy used her other hand to stroke his balls gently and then pressed up behind them.
This resulted in restless thrashing and more moans. Buffy felt powerful, he was completely at her mercy.
This wasn't hard at all. All she had to do was try something and wait for his reaction. She pulled him almost all the way down her throat and he sprung up in the bed, awake finally.
“Jesus fuck! Buffy-Oh, God-“ He was unable to finish a sentence.
Buffy decided that would be on her new ' Things I Want to Make Spike Do with My Feminine Wiles' list and she pressed on.
She was enjoying doing this almost as much as she enjoyed his reaction. He was helpless and throbbing in her mouth and she was in control. Her own parts ached for release suddenly and she realized how much doing this turned her on.
She wondered if that were normal and then didn't care as Spike was arching up, “Buffy-Buffy, love I'm going to- I'm going to come-“
She was waiting for this and prepared, she felt his balls draw up in her hand and he was shooting off in her mouth. She managed to swallow most of it, but it was her first time and there was quite a bit. She dribbled a little on the sheets and wiped the side of her lip.
Spike was a quivering mass of breathless vampire. She wondered why he panted when he didn't need to breathe, but all thoughts were shoved out of her brain again when he scooped her up in his arms.
“Pet, that was amazing! You're amazing! Good God, what a wake up call!” She grinned at his effusive praise and preened a bit in his embrace.
Then she grew a bit more serious, she kissed him on the forehead, then the nose, then the mouth and whispered clearly, “I want you to make love with me.”
Spike's eyes snapped open and he smiled slowly, “I think we might manage that.” Buffy felt a fresh erection nudging against her hip and smiled back.
She immediately lay back and spread her legs a bit to give him easy access. He lay down next to her, “Why don't we reverse it? You be on top this time.” He lifted her above him until she was sitting on his stomach.
Buffy felt a bit apprehensive, she'd only ever done it the other way. That was easy enough, just lie there and let them do what they're supposed to do. But Spike was relaxed and giving her that loving smile of his and she thought that it might not be that hard.
If Parker could manage to control this, she must be able to.
She got up onto her knees on either side of him and he shifted his hips so he was positioned right beneath her. She grasped his penis, now feeling quite accustomed to it and carefully started lowering herself down onto it.
Hoo boy, he was big. She tensed a few time and stopped twice to adjust to his size. Spike didn't move at all, letting her do this at her own pace. When she looked back down at him, half way through, he was looking back, desire warred with deep affection in his face and she slid all the way down.
Oh God. Buffy was frozen with feeling. Nothing in the world should feel this good. It should be illegal because nothing would ever get done. They would market plastic Spike-penises and all production would stop on anything else.
He filled her just right. He was too big and he wasn't too small. She absurdly thought about Goldilocks and the Three Bears. She met his eyes again and she knew her own eyes reflected the wonder she saw in his.
She just sat on him then, savoring the feel of him inside her. Then she snapped her eyes open. Oh, yeah. She was supposed to be moving or something. She shifted her hips, thrusting forward and discovered the true wonder of being on top.
She did it just the right way to grind her clit against his pubic bone and a flare of pleasure flashed through her. She couldn't help the grin that took over her face. She didn't have to wait for anyone to move just the right way! She could do that all the time!
She found a pace and focused on the vampire beneath her. He certainly looked like he didn't mind what she was doing. He was moaning and purring and thrust up a bit to meet her movements.
She watched his eyes open and felt a swell of self-importance when she noticed he was watching her breasts sway like a man dying of thirst watches a vending machine.
She leaned over impulsively, bringing them in close to his face and she ground against him a little harder. They both groaned and Spike captured one nipple in his mouth and nibbled it gently.
Buffy increased her pace and felt her orgasm build, Spike placed his ands on her ass and just massaged the cheeks and that nearly sent her over the edge.
“Oh-“ The utterance escaped her mouth before she could stop it and unleashed a string of similar, “Oh-Spike-Oh God- Yes-“
And she was gone.
She felt like she had left the planet.
She felt like this was living and everything else was just slowly dying.
She shuddered with the intensity of it and sprawled down across Spike's body and hugged him close.
Spike shifted them onto their sides so he could pull her in. She came back into reality and realized he was still within her and still very hard.
She blushed beet red, “Oh, didn't you-?”
This had never happened before. She was the one who was left wanting before. He was the man, wasn't he supposed to be the one getting off? Was there something wrong with her that he couldn't come?
“Hmm, oh, yeah I did. Vampire, remember? We have pretty good refraction time when we want to.” Spike was stroking her sides and she relaxed again into his embrace.
Oh, good. He did come. She must be all right then, it was just freaky vampire horniness. Though she did feel a little guilty being so caught up with herself to not even notice his orgasm.
He didn't seem to mind, though, “And about that, love.” He said, thrusting in her gently.
Buffy moaned, she couldn't help it, her flesh was ridiculously sensitized now and he felt like heaven. She spread her legs almost without thinking consciously about it and he moved in between them.
This was quite nice too, she thought, loving his weight on top of her. He was just the right height and weight to do this, they fit perfectly and he was comfortable without crushing her.
He thrust properly this time, rubbing against her clit and creating the most glorious sparks behind her eyelids.
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Buffy woke again in Spike's arms feeling downright giddy. Everything was nice. The sun warming up the sheets was nice. The tingling oh-so-pleasant ache between her legs was nice. Spike-pillow was very nice.
She realized two things, he was awake and she needed to pee again.
He was smiling sleepily down at her, “Sweet dreams, love?”
“Yep, but I have to go… er, wash up.” Buffy carefully slipped off the bed and dashed down the hall.
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Spike grinned listening to her tinkle. She could wake him up with one of the best blowjobs of his entire existence but she couldn't tell him she needed to go to the bathroom. It was such a cute little contradiction. She was so full of those.
He loved that about her.
He loved her.
The thought hit him suddenly, stunning him a bit with the truth of it. He loved her.
He smiled widely went she came back into the room, still a little pink-cheeked. He held out his arms and she crawled back in to them quickly. He felt the sudden urge to tell her, but worried that it might be too soon.
He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He knew she was there yet and he didn't mind but she might.
So he held his tongue and offered to make her breakfast in bed.
“You can cook?” She asked incredulously.
“I'll have you know I make a mean Spanish Omelette, and I can toast bread with the best of them. And boil water with startling precision. I can even use the microwave.”
Buffy giggled, “O.K, I'll risk it. I may be staking my life on it, though, which you have a vested interest in after-“ She broke off and blushed again and Spike grinned. He knew she had some raunchy teasing in her! He knew it! She just needed some time to be comfortable enough to use it.
“Damn right I do. Now don't move, I'll be back in a 'mo.”
He bolted down the stairs and began preparing a morning feast for his lover.
Lover.
He'd always liked that word. He scrambled the eggs and dashed out to garden in the morning sun to pick her a flower for the tray.
When he brought it up to her he was rewarded with Ooohs and Aaahs and a very hungry Slayer demolishing a rather large plate of food in less than five minutes.
“O.K, this was the best thing ever! What did you do to the eggs? Was it a spell? Did Tara teach you a Food Delicious spell?” Buffy scraped the plate with the last of the toast and demanded, “'Cause if she did, she needs to teach me that puppy today!”
Spike laughed, “No, no magic. I put Cheez Whiz in, though.”
“That's brilliant!” Buffy stated climbing over the tray to kiss him.
He responded eagerly, nearly forgetting his surprise.
He pulled out a pint of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chips Cookie Dough ice cream from behind his back, “Ready for dessert, pet?”
Buffy whimpered, “Marry me?”
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