Coo Coo Ca-Choo

There was a knock on Buffy’s door at 6pm. She opened it to find Spike standing there with two grocery bags in his hands.
“You came back” she smiled.
“Didn’t you think I would?” he asked as he came in and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“I probably shouldn’t answer that.” She told him.

Spike took the bags to the kitchen and began to unpack the items. He had stopped at the store on his way over.
“So...what are we having?” Buffy peeked over his shoulder. “It’s not some British yucky stuff like blood pudding and crumpets or whatever the heck it is you eat over there, is it?” she made a face.
Spike snorted, “Damn Yankees. It’s a surprise. Stop peeking” he patted her hands away from the bags.
“Why don’t you go set the table while I start cooking, pet?” Spike suggested.
“Yes, dear” she reached into the cupboards to start pulling out dinnerware.
She took plates and silverware to the dining area. She got out some place mats, candles and candleholders from the buffet table. She set the table up on one end and then returned to the kitchen where Spike was busy mixing ingredients.
“Done already?” he asked.
“It doesn’t take that long to set a plate and fork out, you know?” she answered.
“Can I help you with anything?” she wandered around him.
“Nope, got it all under control” he told her. “Why don’t you go watch TV or something while you’re waiting?” he suggested.
“Trying to get rid of me?” she teased. “I think I’ll go take a bath, if that’s alright with you?” Buffy decided.
“Of course, luv. Go on ahead. Dinner won’t be ready for at least another 1 to ½ hours.” He informed her.
“And you thought 3 minutes setting the table would somehow take up all that time?” “Sorry..my meat won’t be tender if it doesn’t cook long enough” Spike informed her completely innocently
“I bet I could get your meat tender in no time flat. I’m an expert at beating meat…er tenderizing meat…” Buffy grinned as Spike blushed.
“I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” he chuckled.
“Yeah, you did” Buffy smiled, getting a bottle of wine out of the fridge and pouring herself a glass then she walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bath.

30 minutes later she was soaking in hot water filled with fluffy bubbles all around her drinking her wine. She sat the glass down and grabbed the soap and lathered her hands all up. She then began to run her soapy hands all over her body. She thought of the boy slash man in the next room and before she knew it she had two fingers on one hand inside her pussy and the other hand’s fingers were massaging her clit.

Spike wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted him when he opened the bathroom door to tell Buffy the status of dinner.
“Hey..it’s in the oven..has to bake an hour or so….Guh!” he faltered when he saw her writhing, wet, nude, and soapy body before him.
Water was sloshing outside of the tub as she worked herself, head thrown back, moaning his name.
“Bloody ‘ell” His cock went from 0 to 60 in 3 seconds flat, straining against the material of his jeans, threatening to bust his zipper and burst forth.

He had wanted to wait, take it slow but Christ almighty, she was killing him. Buffy sensed him in the doorway and her eyes opened. Instead of stopping, she deliberately put on a show for him, thrusting another finger up inside, moaning louder, arching her hips out of the water, displaying her pretty pink pussy to him, spreading her lips so he could get a good look.

He crossed the bathroom floor and knelt down by the side of the tub, not caring that he was getting his clothes soaked through. Buffy removed her hands and used them to keep her balance to arch her hips up so her pussy was out of the water. He leaned his head over the tub and grabbed her hips and dove his head between her legs, wedging his tongue inside her, licking and sucking for all it was worth.
“Oh God…yes! Suck my clit, Spike…please…” Buffy begged.

He ran his tongue in circles around her clit then pushed two of his own, longer fingers inside of her. In. Out. Suck Suck Suck. In. Out. Suck Suck Suck. He alternated a rhythm between his mouth and fingers on her dripping wet pussy.
“Ahh, you taste so good, Buffy…so sweet and juicy…could suck your pretty little pussy forever” Spike panted.
“Oh God! I’m going to cum, Spike. I’m going to….oh oh..right now…” she careened.
“That’s my girl…cum for me…squirt those juices in my mouth…do it..do it!” he demanded then resumed sucking and thrusting.
Buffy jerked and convulsed around him, squirting warm fluid into his mouth, feeling him drink it all up still happiappiapping away at her.

Buffy’s body went limp and she lost her balance and crashed back down into the water, bringing Spike’s head with her, dunking him.
“Oh..god..sorry!” she said as he shot back up..head and shoulders dripping wet with a few bubbles clinging here and there to him. He looked like a drowned puppy dog, he was so cute. She started to giggle and told him just that.
“Yeah, I’ll be real cute, dead. Were you trying to drown me?” he pouted.
“Awww…poor baby…got all wet. Guess that makes two of us” she purred.

Bustoostood and reached over to let the drain out, presenting Spike with her ass almost in his face. He reached out and playfully slapped it. The sound of his hand hitting wet flesh was louder than expected, seeming to echo off the walls.
“Ouch!” Buffy said playfully and stepped out of the tub.

“We better get you out of these wet clothes” she told him and started to unbutton his shirt as he kicked off his shoes. She removed his shirt then moved to unbutton and unzip his fly. His cock sprung out angry and hard from deprivation too long. She pulled his pants the rest of the way off. She leaned into him and kissed the tip of his erection. She looked up at him from her position on her knees.
“I thought you wanted to take things slow…” she trailed off.
“I did…but some naughty girl decided to put on a little show for me. I’m just a man, Buffy. I can only take so much. Guess I need to teach you a lesson.” He said huskily.

Buffy loved how William…er Spike…she kept reverting back and forth between the two names still not completely used to the nickname, was becoming more assertive and confident each time they were together, sans what happened the day before when he was “play acting”. She didn’t count that.

Before she knew what hit her, Spike was down on the floor himself and had pulled her into his lap, face down and gave her a good hard smack to her bottom, leaving a nice red handprint there.
“Oh!” she yelped. “What are you doing?”
“Disciplining you. Naughty girls get spankings, don’t they?” he questioned as he brought his hand down again.
“Ahh…yes” Buffy groaned from the pleasure/pain.
“Teach me my lesson, please.” She pleaded.
Spike reigned several more spanks to her now rosy ass, then nudged her legs apart and insinuated his hand between them, delving into her folds.
“Unnghhh” she moaned.
He then withdrew them and brought his hand down again but this time spanked her directly on her pussy. Spike didn’t know what overtook him but his mind just told him to do these things and his body obeyed without thinking.
“Oh god..yes!” Buffy cried out.

Evidently I’m doing something right, Spike thought to himself as he spanked her pussy lips again, stimulating her engorged clit.
“You like that, eh?” smack smack “Getting that pretty pussy spanked?” smack smack Look how swollen and red those lips are...” smack smack. “You are such a bad girl…” smack smack.
“Oh God..William…please” Buffy begged for release.

Spike pushed her off his lap and positioned her on her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her, he spread her legs wide. He reached down and separated her folds, placing his thick hard cock at her entry and taking her hips in his hands, rammed himself home.
“FUCK! YES!” Buffy pushed her ass back against him sheathing him completely.
“OH God!, Buffy! So bloody tight and hot…fuck…squeeze my cock…oh yeah” Spike stayed still just feeling her muscles clench and unclench around his throbbing cock.
“Christ, I love how you do that…feels so bloody good” he told her.

Buffy began moving her ass back against him, trying to get him to start moving inside her. He took her hint and pulled almost all the way out so just the head of his cock was encased in her warmth, then plunged back in, deep and hard. This was Buffy’s favorite position and fast becoming his too. It hit just at the right angle as he thrust, filling Buffy deeper and harder than any other way.

“Yes…Spike…fuck me…god..it’s so deep…fuck..el yel you so deep inside me, Spike…I love it..I love your cock so much….fuck me with it…fuck me with that cock…” Buffy rambled off her nasty words that they both knew spurred him on even more.

“Ahhh..Buffy…love it too….so wet for me…squng mng me…making it so tight for me…” he replied as he pounded into her from behind. He reached around and massaged her clit and she began backing her ass into him with such force, he thought he was going to be knocked off.

“Uuugnnn…gonna cum…oh fuck…so hard…Jesus…William! I’m cumming…” Buffy wailed.
“Yeah…that’s right…come on…cum for me….baby…I can feel it…all around my cock..oh fuck yeah…love it…love you” he thrust one last time, embedding himself so deeply in her she thought she was going to be split in two, than began jerking and spurting thick wads of cum deep inside.

He lay there draped across her back trying to catch his breath for a few moments before moving away. She turned around and smiled. Her face fell when she noticed his expression. He looked somehow, ashamed.
“Everything O.K.?” she questioned him.
“Yeah..fine…uhh…just gotta go check on dinner. Don’t want it to burn” he said hastily fumbling with his clothes.
“Spike…your clothes are all wet. You can’t wear those. I’ll put them in the dryer. Here, use this” she said handing him a towel with which he wrapped around his waist.

He moved to leave the room and she placed a hand on his arm.
“You sure nothing is the matter? I…I thought you wanted this…”she faltered.
“It’s not you, Buffy.” He sighed. “It’s me. Just kinda mad at myself for losing control like that.” He tried to explain.
“I didn’t mind if you hadn’t noticed” she replied.
“I just don’t want you to think that this is all I’m after from you. I don’t want you thinking I’m like those other wankers…that and I…uhh..still get a little embarrassed after we…you know…sorry” he lowered his eyes.
“You aren’t like them or anyone else I’ve ever known, William. You could never be. And I don’t think that’s all you’re after…and the blushing virgin routine is very cute” she said with a twinkle in her eye. She reached up and kissed him softly then grabbed his wet clothes and left to take them to the laundry room.

After she had loaded the dryer and started it, she donned a little halter dress for dinner and went out to find Spike. He was just putting the finishing touches on the table, placing the dish with beef stroganoff on the table along with another dish of noodles. He had lit the candles and dimmed the lights a bit as well. Everything looked and smelled so good but Buffy couldn’t hold back a laugh of seeing him standing there in nothing but a towel surrounded by this wonderful romantic dinner.

“What’s so funny, pet?” Spike asked her nervously.
“It’s just…the towel…sorry! Just out of place with the rest of the atmosphere” she grinned.
“Well, seeing as YOU soake clo clothes, it’s either this or buck naked” he grinned back.
“Hmmm…do I get to choose?” she teased.

Spike walked over and pulled her chair out for her, seating her, then served her before taking his place in the chair next to her.
“What is this? It smells and looks delicious” Buffy asked.
“Beef Stroganoff and it is delicious. I made it after all.” He smirked.

Buffy took a bite. “Mmmm..this is very good…hey do you know what they call a cow masturbating?” Buffy asked him.
“Uhh..no…what?” Spike answered.
“Beef Stroking Off” she laughed.
Spike groaned. “Don’t give up your day job, pet” he said as he dove into his own dinner.
“I’m famished” he said inbetween bites.
“Yeah, we gotta replace all those calories we just burned off” she winked.

“I’m sorry if this night didn’t turn out exactly the way I had planned. I wanted it to be romantic and nice for you. Here I am sitting in a towel and you’re making cow jokes.” Spike told her.
“It was. It is, Spike. It’s the best candlelight dinner I’ve ever had. Promise.”
He smiled “Good thing I didn’t make chicken or you’d be choking my chicken instead of stroking off my beef”.
“I’ve created a monster!” Buffy groaned teasing him. “Good thing I like a little monster in my man”

Continued in Chapter 10- Kissing Cousins