Buffy was in Spike's bed. She was naked. Spike was on top of her. He was naked, too. The blonde vampire was pumping his cock into her tight channel.

Spike and Buffy had been having sex for a few months. They always had unbelievably hot sex, considering that Spike was room temperature.

"Buffffffy!" He exclaimed as he felt her inner muscles sweetly surrounding his erection.

Spike continued to crash his hips into hers, deeply entering her with each long stroke. Her body squirmed beneath his and Buffy gasped as she felt the imminent climax approach.

His lips devoured her neck, until his blunt teeth caught a bit of her soft flesh. At this sensation, she bit down on his shoulder as the first wave of orgasm hit her.

Buffy threw her head back onto the pillow. Her whole body quaked with the wonderful burst of desire that exploded through every inch of her body. Buffy's pussy pulsed around Spike as she was overwhelmed by pleasure. "Oh god . . .Spike. . .so good." These words came out in breathy moans.

Spike yelled. "I'm coming baby . . .all for you." Just as the last syllable exited his mouth, he came with growl, filling her insides with his essences. Gradually he stopped plowing into her nearly spent body, but he kept his still hard cock inside her as he explored her sweat-covered chest.

"How was that baby?" He whispered as he lovingly teased her nipples.

"Very nice." Buffy said dreamily.

Spike licked the peaks and valleys of her breasts. "You were incredible." He looked up at her with his blue bedroom eyes.

"We should go somewhere with no responsibility or consequences. Where we can fuck all day and all night." She said like a secret wish revealed. "Like somewhere we can be in public together, without worrying about people finding out."

"Maybe I should plan a weekend trip, just the two of us." Spike suggested as he lovingly kissed the tender skin around her areola.

"Are you kidding?" She asked.

"No." Spike was slightly offended as he climbed off of her body and went for the glass bourbon on the nightstand.

"Who will watch Dawn?"

He answered quickly. "The Wiccas can take care of the Nibblet." He took a sip of his drink.

"How will we explain it to everyone?" Buffy questioned him like he was on the witness stand with crossed arms and a stern glance.

Spike curled up next to her body, holding her in his arms. "A demon hunting mission or something?"

"How will we pay for it?" Buffy looked worried; "money is tight right now."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything." He pet her long blonde hair. "Let, me take care of everything."

"I can't believe, I'll trust you enough to plan a romantic weekend." She used a snotty tone of voice.

"Who said that it would be romantic?" Spike asked as he turned Buffy so she was facing him and finally attacked her mouth with a soft kiss.

A few nights later Spike was with Buffy. They stopped at his crypt in the middle of a patrol to pick up a few supplies and possibly engage in a different form of demon pounding.

"Slayer, I have something for you." He said serious, romantic, and menacing in the same breath.

"If it is that raging hard-on in your black jeans, it is no surprise." She teased, hinting at something she really wanted. "I've been thinking about that all night."

"No, Love. It is something else." He licked his lips. "You can always play with my cock later." Spike looked at his Slayer. "Wait here."

He rushed downstairs as she took a seat in his green living room chair. Before Spike climbed the ladder he called up, "close you eyes."

Buffy did what she was told. She knew better than to disobey Spike.

The vampire held several large shopping bags in both hands.

"Pet, time to open your eyes." Spike seductively purred.

"All for me?" She beamed like a child on Christmas.

"Yep. It is some stuff for our trip."

She opened the first bag and found some black leather pants. Buffy liked them, but worried she might look like Faith in them.

"Were going on my bike." He said. "Want to make you look sexy and keep you safe."

The rest of the bag had other biker gear. A stylish leather jacket and a sleek silver helmet.

The second bag had flowy red dress made of sheer fabric. The garment had an exotic, Spanish like vibe to it. The bag had some open toed shoes with tall heels that complimented the dress perfectly.

"I'm taking my pet dancing in this number, after a romantic dinner." Spike said raising an eyebrow.

"How did you know my size?" Buffy asked.

"I told the sales girl that you were a hot tiny blonde." Spike replied, "she seemed about your size and she thought this would fit."

"You were checking out the salesgirl?" Buffy was a tad bit jealous.

"It was scientific, I swear." Spike proclaimed. "Look in the next bag."

"Alright, Spike. I don't know how you afforded all of this, plus the trip."

"I won a poker game, I even have enough to pay some of your bills." He took off his shirt.

Buffy kissed him. "You quit playing for kittens and switched to regular money?"

"Yea. All for my little Slayer." He said with male pride. "It was fun winning money from humans, especially these college whelps."

Buffy opened the final bag. It was full of sexy lingerie. "I want to see you strut around in these." He wagged his tongue with innuendo.

"I'll give you a fashion show if you tell me where we are going."

"I figure we shouldn't go too far, so we're going to LA. There is a big rock concert I want to take you to--Friday night, Punkfest '02--I went to the one in '79 and it was awesome." Spike smiled. "And a nice hotel for fun on Saturday and then dinner and dancing that night."

"Sounds fun." Buffy's facial _expression told another story. "I don't want Angel to find out about us."

"Why not?" Spike said.

"He would rip your head off and I don't want you to be dead."

"Thanks, Pet." He said with a flirtatious smile. "Now try on those panties, I want to see you in them and pull them off of you and have my way with you."

Buffy began to take off her clothes. First, the top was tossed onto the floor.

Before the next garment was discarded, Spike stepped in to help her strip. "Let me get this for you." He unlocked the front hook of her bra. "So pretty. All for me."

Spike showered her breasts with kisses. She giggled at his sweet caresses and gasped when he sucked on her nipple. He cupped the other boob with his hand, pinching the peak between two fingers.

"You like that Slayer?"

"Yea. But, I though you wanted me to model the new underwear for you." She replied and then regretted reminding him about the original mission.

"No, I want to have you before that. I can't control myself around you." He said and went back to feasting on Buffy's soft mounds of flesh.

"Good boy. I like this." Her words were full erratic breaths of pleasure.

As Spike was fondling her with his hands and mouth, he picked her up like a baby and placed her on his living room chair.

He continued to lick paths around her breasts and down her toned stomach. Buffy unbuttoned her pants to give him the inclination to go further.

Spike knelt before her. "A lady who knows what she wants." Spike said with reverence. "My girl"

Spike's teeth clenched the thin elastic of her panties. He tore the silky garment off her body. Buffy was naked and spread her legs for him.

He licked her from her knees and to her inner thighs, purposely avoiding her dripping wet pussy. This activity was driving Buffy insane; he was just inches away from the spot she desired his tongue to be.

"Spike!" Buffy squealed and exhaled feelings of frustration.

He stopped contact with her body. "What do you need?"

"Please lick me. . ." She pleaded.

"That's what I was just doing." Spike answered as if it was the most obvious reply in the world. He went back to gingerly kissing her thighs. Spike loved to have her beg, because it was unnatural for his Slayer.

"No. You know I need you to taste me. Please suck on my clit and fuck me with your tongue; I need it." She started to finger herself lightly on the clitoris.

Spike pulled her hand away. "No. You are a naughty little girl. Do you know that?"

"I'm a little angel." She teased as she put her hand back to her wetness.

He slapped her wrist. "Don't say that word."

Buffy asked. "What word?"

"Promise not to say Angel in my presence, especially when we are intimate." He said as he moved closer to her warm aching wetness.

Buffy felt these cool unnecessary breaths invade her. It was erotic and he wasn't even touching her. Spike whispered, "come on Slayer, say it."

"Never again." Just as the words left her mouth, his mouth focused on her clit.

He pointed his tongue and aimed the tip to the peak of her clitoris. The first touch sent a shot of lust through her body. He encircled it a few times and then went down her slit, giving her vaginal lips his full attention with little sucks.

As he was nibbling on every sensitive nerve, Buffy had to brace herself on the arms of chair, because she was writhing around like a madwoman and worried she would slide off the chair. Her legs were spread wide and directed up in the air.

Spike loved to watch her squirm as she got off, because she was so wild, animal like. It gave him some indication of what she would be like as a vampire.

Buffy was getting fucked by a long vampire tongue as it pulsed in and out of her pussy. Just about the time she was almost ready to come, he stopped and traveled back to her clit and he poked two fingers inside her. His tongue swirled around her clit as his blunt teeth nipped at her a bit.

She tried to prolong the ecstasy, but she came, as she rode his finger to a satisfying orgasm.

"Ooh Spike, ooh god." A seductive wail and deep womanly moans followed these words.

"I think it is time, you get to play with my cock." He smiled.

"O.k. Spike." She agreed. "You take my place in the chair and I'll get on my knees."

"Just where a naughty little vampire Slayer belongs." He teased.

The positions were switched and he sat with his jeans on and legs spread.


Buffy unhooked his belt and pulled the leather through the belt loops. She quickly tugged at the button and the zipper.

Soon the enlarged member she had noticed all night was finally out in the open. The tip was already dripping with pre-come. She licked the salty fluid off of the head. She then tongued the ridge and down to the base.

"Good little Slayer." He groaned as he slowly stroked her golden hair. "You know what Spike likes."

Buffy gave little soft pecks on his dick from the tip to the underside and everywhere in between; she even treated Spike's balls to the same type of caresses. As time went on, she used more of her lip; it was something in between a suck and a smacking kiss.

Spike's erection was bulging with blue veins. It was ultra sensitive to the wonderful contact of Buffy's sweet mouth. She finally took the entire head into her mouth and nursed on it like it was a nipple. For every moment she sucked him, she pulled more of his cock into her mouth. Soon, Buffy was deep
throating him in a steady motion.

"Buffy, so close, love." He stammered out with uneven breaths.

Spike came and shot his load in spurts. She almost gagged as the evidence of his desire rushed down her throat, but skillfully tipped her head back slightly to regain some control. Spike growled as he released his seed as a perfect orgasm struck his entire body.

"Sweetheart, you were so damn good baby." He used heavy unneeded breaths as he enjoyed the sensation of Buffy lapping up the remaining bit of come off of his dick.

She looked up at him, distracted from her mission. "You're not so bad yourself." Buffy went back and cleaned up the last few drops of semen.

He put his hands behind his head in a relaxed a satisfied manner. "You should know better, I'm the big bad."

Buffy looked down at his large cock. It was getting hard again. "That you are."

Xander eyed Spike, like a father disapproving at a daughter's date. "Buffy, are you sure about this?"

"Yea, we need to go to this concert, cause Spike was at Willy's and heard these demons are planning a massacre." She expanded the story. "They said it will be really bloody an deadly."

"I don't like you spending the night in LA either." Xander continued to lecture.

"The concert is on both nights and we aren't sure when the demons will strike." Buffy explained. "Plus, we each have our own separate hotel rooms with totally different beds."

"Maybe we could call Angel?" Willow suggested. "Maybe he could help?"

"Red, that's good in theory, but you get the grand poof in there and he'll muck it all up." Spike smiled. "Buffy and I are enough to scare away these idiot demons."

Xander gave in and turned to Buffy. "Alright, but if this is one of Spike's plans to get Buffy all cuddly, I will stake him myself."

"What if this is the Slayer's twisted plan to get me in bed with her, ever think of that Harris?" Spike said with a sneer.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Like I would ever let me touch you in a sex way. "To add emphasis she added the phrase, "eww, Spike's well eww," but it still seemed a half-hearted declaration.

Spike bit his tongue. "Stranger things have been known to happen, love."

"Like I would ever . . .with Spike." Buffy snickered.

Spike thought he should remember to punish her for this denial later.

"Already saw it with the Buffybot and that was enough for me--with the whole straddling." Xander said.

Dawn walked down the stairs with Buffy's overnight bag. "What'cha all talking about?"

"Nothing. Nothing." Buffy blurted out nervously.

Anya finally poked her head out of her bridal magazine. "Sex. They were talking about sex."

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Of course Buffy changes the subject when I walk in the room."

"I just think she wants to protect you from things." Willow said.

"Hello. I'm 15."

"Nibblet, your big sis protects people and she's bloody damn good at it too, so its only natural that she would want to protect you as well."

Buffy looked at the clock. "Spike, I think we better go, can't be late for a massacre."

"OK, pet. Put your helmet on and we'll be ready to go." Spike instructed as he walked out the door roughly grabbing Buffy's hand. No one really saw the gesture, since nothing was said.

Buffy pulled back to give Dawn a kiss and a hug. She also gave farewell hugs to Xander and Willow, "Bye everyone, we will be careful."

Spike whispered in her ear. "No we won't since vampires don't need condoms."

Xander, Willow, and Dawn watched them drive away from the porch. "I still don't like the idea of Buffy on the motorcycle with him driving on the highway."

Dawn said, "I think its kinda romantic."

In unison Willow and Xander replied, "No its not."

***

Buffy loved the fact that she drove off into the sunset with Spike. It was the first time she felt like she could hold onto him in public without any guilt or fear.

At the first stoplight she kissed the back of his neck and nibbled on his earlobe.

"Slayer, that feels so good." Spike looked back at her, "I knew I had a reason to love you."

"It's just. . . ." Buffy started to say as the light turned green and Spike sped up again. She didn't want to scream her words over the wind and the motor of the vehicle.

As Buffy held on to him, she wondered if she really loved him. There were things about him that she loved like the way he would smirk and the most inopportune moments and how he knew her better than she knew herself sometimes.

"God, he smells so good." Buffy said under her breath, just before they turned onto the highway.

Spike heard her over the loud motorcycle and was pleased.

Buffy loved touching his attractive body. It was so exciting, feeling the wind in her hair as she rubbed up against his leather clad back. She couldn't wait to go to the hotel room.

***


Spike pulled the motorcycle in front of the hotel. It was a nice hotel and Buffy thought it was more extravagant than she had originally imagined. He got off of the bike and helped Buffy dismount.

"So pet, did you like the ride?" He said with a confident smile.

"Yea, it was fun." Buffy said as she took off her helmet. "The time just flew by."

"Was it that I drove 30 miles over the speed limit or were you enjoying the buzzing between your silky thighs?"

Buffy flipped her hair around and blushed. "Kinda both." She admitted.

"I can smell the bike got you all lubed up for me." Spike leered at her seductively.

"Is that all you think about?" Buffy asked, slightly annoyed as his over hyped libido.

"If you mean sex, the answer is yes." He answered.

"You're a pig, Spike."

"No, I'm just a man that can't get enough of my sweet little Slayer." He grabbed the bags off the bike. "If we check in, now we might have time for a quickie before the concert."

Buffy walked into the golden double doors of the hotel.

"I can't wait."

CONTINUED...