You Should See Him Naked, I Mean Really

Then Spike turned to look at Buffy, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face towards his.
“I’m not going to ask you if I can kiss you. I’m just going to do it” Spike said before pressing his lips softly against hers.
Buffy responded pushing her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues danced with each other, giving and taking. Buffy brought her hands up to twine them around Spike’s neck and gently stroked the hair at the base of his skull with her fingers.

Spike pulled away first, searching Buffy’s eyes for a sign that it was alright to proceed. She pressed her lips to his again, attacking his mouth with her hunger. He had his sign.
He lowered her onto her back and pressed himself alongside her length. They kissed as if they were starving for each other.

Buffy yanked Spike’s t-shirt out of his jeans where it was tucked in and brought her hands up underneath to caress his bare back. Her hands roamed over his smooth muscled skin. He sat up a bit and pulled it completely off much to her pleasure. She reached up and grazed her thumbs over the pebbles of his nipples enticing a groan from him.

“God, how I want you” Spike murmured.
“God help me, but I want you too, Spike” Buffy pulled him back down to her and attacked his mouth again while arching her body up into his. She rolled him so that she was on top and sat up astride him. She moved her hands to the buttons on her shirt and slowly pulled each through their respective holes. Once all were undone, she parted the fabric and slid the garment off her shoulders revealing a red lacy bra.
Spike reached up and cupped each breast in his hands, rubbing the already hardening nipples through the lacy fabric causing an incredible friction of sensation. Buffy arched her back into his hands and moaned as he brought the stiff peaks to an even greater hardness.

Buffy’s skirt was bunched up around her thighs and her damp panties pressed against the crotch of Spike’s jeans. He grinded himself up into her mouBuffBuffy moved off him and stood then reached up under her skirt and slowly brought her matching red lace panties down. Once off, she held then by her finger, dangling them in front of Spike.
“I don’t usually do this on the first date, Spike. I want you to know I’m not that kind of girl” Buffy told him.
“What kind of girl is that?” Spike propped himself up on his elbows.
“The kind that just fucks a guy one time the first night she meets him.” Buffy replied.
“Well, seeing as this isn’t the first time we met and I plan on having you fuck me many more times than just once, I guess you really aren’t that kind of girl” Spike smirked then reached out and grabbed her panties bringing them to his nose and inhaling her aroma.

Something inside Buffy snapped and she felt the need to prove something to Spike and herself. Buffy moved back down to her knees and grabbed his belt buckle, pulling it open then roughly pulling it out of the loops all the way. Before he knew what was happening, she had yanked his arms above his head and wrapped the belt tightly around his wrists immobilizing them.
“Buffy, what are you doing?” Spike questioned.
Buffy smacked him across the face hard enough to leave a slight sting but light enough not to leave a red hand imprint. Spike’s eyes grew wide. His little goldilocks was proving to be quite the paradox.

“You like being in control all the time, don’t you, Spike? Always the predator. Never the prey. How about you get a taste of your own medicine?” Buffy moved back down his body and none too gently, unzipped his jeans then pulled them down his legs. His enormous erection sprang forth out at her, angry and red.
“I should’ve known you’d go commando, Spike. So predictable” she tsked at him wagging her finger.
She pulled off his boots and socks so she could remove his jeans fully. She retrieved her panties from where they had fallen at their side when she belted his hands together and brought them up to his mouth.
“Open up, baby” she commanded him.

“Buffy…maybe it’s me that should be scared that you’re the one who is the serial killer” Spike half teased feeling rather vulble ble and uneasy yet strangely aroused in his current predicament.
“Ssshhh...No talking, Spike. You’ve been a bad boy and bad boys need to be quiet” Buffy shoved her panties into his mouth effectively gagging him.
Buffy wiggled out of her skirt and removed her bra so that she was as naked as he was. She stood up over him and walked around him examining him every which way like he was a piece of meat.
“You know what Spike?”
He couldn’t speak and motioned with his eyes to his gagged mouth reminding her of that fact. Buffy swept down on top of him pressing her full naked length against his. She pressed her forehead to his and looked deep in his eyes.

“I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.” She taunted him.

Spike groaned behind the panty gag. Buffy slid her ass down into position and grasped his rock hard cock that was dripping with pre-cum. She wedged the mushroom shaped head into her tight entrance and pushed down onto him, inch by agonizing inch as she watched his eyes roll back in his head.
“Ohhhh yeah” she moaned as she sunk down until he was seated inside her to the hilt.

“I’m sorry but I gotta know! How big was it? Huh Huh?” Anya begged Buffy to tell her.
“He had to be at least 10 inches. He had the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.” Buffy smiled.
“You’ve only seen two others though, right, Buffy?” Willow asked.
“Yes but I’m sure Spike would take the cake against anyone else” Buffy said dreamily.
“Way to go Buffy. Let your inner Dominatrix out. I knew there had to be a reason I stay friends with you” Cordy high fived her.
Spike still stood outside listening. He found himself growing hard just listening to Buffy recount their sexual escapades. He reached down and adjusted himself and continued to listen as Buffy started to speak again.

Buffy began bouncing up and down on Spike’s cock, rotating her hips in figure eights. She placed her hands on his chest for leverage and slammed her pelvis down into his over and over, taking all of him so deep inside her.
“Oh God, Spike…you’re as big as a horse. Fuck! Are you my pony, Spike? My pony boy? Gonna ride you pony…oh yeah” she moved up and down over and over.
Spike had never experienced such wantonness from a woman. Especially someone like Buffy who never seemed to have this inside of her from the outside viewing. He definitely knew he loved this woman now.

He lifted his hips with each of her downward thrusts, causing them to slam into each other and hit just the right spot inside of her. She reached up and started playing with her own breasts and nipples as she rode him. He watched her slide her one hand down her stomach and to her slight nest of curls, then insinuate a finger inside to rub her little nubbin of pleasure. She pinched her nipples with one hand and flicked her clit with the other while giving him the best ride of his life.

“Oh yeah…fuck…yeah…Spike? What’s your real name?” Buffy panted above him.
Spike never told anyone his real name. Buffy reached up and pulled the panties out of his mouth. He immediately told her, his mind riddled with passion, lust and a need to please this exquisite creature above him.
“William” he groaned.
“Ahh...William….Billy…my sweet little Willy…I’m going to cum all over your big cock, William. Would you like that?” Buffy thrust down hard on him again.
“Ahh…yeah…Buffy…please...luv, Jesus…” Spike begged her.
“But you’re not allowed to cum, William. I’ll be very mad if you You You don’t cum until I tell you to. Do you understand me, William?” Buffy looked him in then eye.
“Ohhh God…I’ll try...” Spreplreplied.

Buffy smacked his cheek again, a bit harder this time. “You’ll do more than try. You’ll do, period.” Buffy resumed riding him at a gallop.
“Unnghhh...yeah...almost there…fuck...you’re so big...ohh…ahhhh…so deep…annnnnnnnhhhhhh….yeah...oh yeah…I’m cumming…I’m cumming...feel it…feel me William…coating that cock in my juices…do you feel it, baby?” Buffy rode out her orgasm as Spike whimpered beneath her, willing himself not to cum as well.

Once her convulsions stopped, she slid her dripping wet pussy off his cock.
“I’m thirsty. Pour me some of that champagne” she smiled at him.
“Uhh...luv, kinda tied up at the moment” Spike motioned to his hands still above his head wrapped in his belt.
“Oh...oops...” Buffy giggled. “Sorry, almost forgot” she reached up and untied him.
He sat up and rubbed his wrists then looked at her, astonishment written all over his face.

“What?” she finally said.
“Nothing…just...not exactly how I pictured out first time going” Spike responded.
“What? It didn’t live up to your expectations or your previous exploits?” Buffy felt herself becoming insecure and agitated.
“No, luv, quite the contrary. It surpassed them all. I’m just in a state of shock is all. And my cock is so hard, I think I could pound nails with it.” He grimaced.
“Well, be a good boy and pour me some champagne like I asked and we’ll see what we can do about that.” She smiled sweetly at him.

Spike reached over and grabbed the bottle and a glass out of the basket and then popped the bottle open and poured her a glass. He handed it to her and she drank it all down in one gulp.
“Another, please” she handed him the glass back,
He poured her another one and then himself one. He stared at her as he sipped his.
“You sure are something else Miss Buffy Summers” he told her.
“You have no idea…” Buffy began.

“Hey! Do you smell that?” Cordy piped up.
“What?” Anya asked.
“That smell...like smoke...” Cordy answered.
“Yeah, I smell it too” Willow stood up on wobbly legs.
Spike froze outside the window then dropped his cigarette to his feet and smashed it out. Stupid git! He told himself. The window is open and they can smell your smoke. He scooted farther down the building more into the shadows and stood very still. low low went to the window and looked out, seeing nothing but smelling the lingering traces of smoke.
“Must’ve been someone walking by smoking. There’s nobody out there” she turned and came back and sat down.
“Ok...now that that mystes sos solved, can I get back to the rest?” Buffy inquired.
“Yes, please. I’m enjoying your orgasms.” Anya smiled as the other girls looked at her with the strangest of expressions.
“So...there we were drinking champagne and feeling no pain…” Buffy continued.

Continued in Chapter 3- Buffy's Story Part III