The Wedding Singer

Buffy threw the dead rat at Spike. He caught it, surprised it was still warm. She sat down in a chair near the window and opened up a paper bag. Spike watched her as she started to eat her taco. “Buffy, I know what you’re trying to do.” He bit into the dead rat and drained it quickly. “It’s just a legend. It’s probably not real.”
Buffy finished her taco. “The Bloodstone Cross of Amantillado is real. Spike, I saw a picture of it. It was in an old book Giles had. I know it’s true. It’s the only cross in the world that a vampire may touch and it will let you walk in the daylight.”
“Buffy, you shouldn’t get your hopes up like that, luv. It may never happen.”
Buffy went to sit at Spike’s feet. She put her head in his lap and he started to stroke her hair. “It will happen. I know it will.”
“Don’t you think if it was around some other vamp would have snatched it by now? Like Angelus? That’s not something he would miss.”
“But it is. It’s hidden. The location wasn’t in any of the books because the Watcher’s stole it and hid the map in their archives in England. But Giles found it. And I got to see it, I found it when I was in the basement of the Magic Box.”
He moved his hand to under her chin, making her look up at him. “How long have you known about it?”
She looked down. “Awhile.”
“Awhile? You mean you were going to save it for Angel, right?”
She didn’t say anything and he sulked, till she slid up his body and kissed him. “You’re the only one I want,” she said softly as she unzipped his pants. She slid back down, holding his rapidly stiffening cock. Buffy bent her head and ran her tongue along the under side of it in one long lick. Spike threw back his head and groaned deep in his throat. She started to concentrate on the tip of his cock. She ran her tongue in little circles over the tip and just under it and he started to buck his hips in the chair. She was driving him wild. She moved forward alittle more and deep throated him, sucking hard. He yelled her name. She loved driving him wild like this. She gently nipped the tip of his cock with her teeth, then she moved away from him. His eyes were burning with desire as he watched her strip in front of him. He sat up more in the chair, quickly pushing his pants all the way off. Buffy climbed onto the chair, straddling him. She impaled herself on his hard cock, taking him all the way in. This position allowed her to have full penetration and his cock slid right up against her G spot and rubbed her clit in a delicious way. She threw back her head, keening. Spike started to play with her nipples, rubbing and pinching them. She felt the sensations all the way to her pussy and her juices flowed, coating him. She rode him hard and fast and he matched each movement, both of them groaning and crying out. She leaned forward alittle more so her clit got even more stimulation and then she was screaming as she came and her pussy contracted hard against him, bringing Spike over the edge. He came with a groan, spilling himself inside of his wife. He couldn’t help but grin when he thought of that. Buffy was his wife. He wondered if he would ever get used to that.