The Wedding Singer

Spike and Buffy stopped at a small motel just north of the Mexican boarder. Buffy took thee toe to call Willow and tell her the plan. The plan was that she and Spike would raid a few South American tombs and sell the magickal artifacts to support the household. Just a few would set them all up for years to come. She told Willow what they had done to Angelus and Willow said she would take care of him, so Buffy left it in her hands. Buffy hung the phone up and went to put her arms around Spike. He was standing at the motel window just looking out into the night.
“I belong out there, you know. Maybe this was wrong.” He was doubting their union. He thought it was too good to be true.
Buffy moved in front of him to face him. “No. You belong with me.” She kissed him. A soft kiss, just to tease his lips, then she ran her tongue along his lower lip, sending a light shiver of pleasure through him. “You were right. We’re both creatures of the night. We belong in the shadows, together.” She pulled him toward the bed.
They undressed each other quickly till they stood before each other naked. Spike wanted to savor every inch of her. Somehow, she looked different to him. Then he realized it was because she truly was his now. This was his wife. The word kind of scared him. It felt so strange. He had never expected it. Spike bent his head and started to kiss her neck with tiny feathery kissed. He moved lower to between her breasts, teasing her. Kissing a light feathery trail down her stomach. He could feel her starting to tremble and her heart beat was quickening. He laid her down on the bed and gently parted her legs.
Buffy felt like she was floating. She loved the gentle way he was making love to her. This was so different from before. They always made love hard and fast and savage. She knew it was different now, now that they were married. This was her husband kissing her, caressing her. It gave her this natural high that she never wanted to come down from. She leaned back on the bed as Spike vamped his face out and ran his sandpaper tongue in one long delicious lick from her opening to her clit, making her gasp. She opened her legs wider, wanting him inside of her, but he was determined to take this slow. He ran his tongue in tiny circles around the tip of her clit and she started to keen and grip the bedsheets tightly in her hands. He moved lower and gently plunged his tongue into her opening, tasting her wetness and she bucked her hips to meet him. He fucked her gently with his tongue till she started to beg him. “Please, please, now, please!” He moved his body over hers and ever so slowly pushed himself an inch at a time into her wetness driving them both wild. Buffy had never felt anything so good. She looked into his eyes, loving what she saw reflected there. She reached up and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him passionately as he was finally fully sheathed inside her. He started to move his hips, never fully withdrawing, and she matched each stroke in perfect rhythm. He reached between them and rubbed her clit and she broke away from him mouth, crying out. Her cries got louder and Spike was groaning now, lost in her. He could never get enough of her, her scent, the feel of her. He bent his head and licked her neck and she came screaming, spasming against him. He let her pussy milk him, spilling his cold seed inside of her with a loud groan. He collapsed on top of her and kissed her lips, her neck, her face. And she started to giggle cause he was tickling her. But she kissed him back.
They curled up on the bed, spooning each other and fell asleep.