Long Way From Home - Chapter 24

Buffy clenched her teeth as she tightened the muscles around his cock, she grasped the edge of the bed and bucked slightly moaning his name. She noticed it drove him nuts and she felt his fingers rub her harder. Buffy moaned again and watched Spike grit his teeth and push into her harder, closing her eyes she felt the tidal wave building up inside her and pushed against Spikes cock, begging for release.

Spike grasped her hips in both of his hands and pulled her tight to him, pumping her hard and fast he watched himself fucking her in the mirror, suddenly wishing that he had a side view. Pulling himself out of her he moved her round the bed and she looked at him, seeing what he was up to Buffy moaned and raised her ass to him.

He slipped himself back inside her and smiled at her in the mirror. Buffy was fascinated as she watched his length delving into her and then out again, the slick motion of his hips meeting hers then falling back again. She wondered how something that long was fitting inside her as he pulled it almost all the way out and teased her with it.

"You want this?" He grinned at Buffy in the mirror as he held his cock so his head was just inside her and rubbed her nub with the tips of his fingers.

"God yes. Spike yes." She tensed her muscles as she pushed back onto his length, feeling it push hard into her and her wetness envelope him again.

Spike pounded her hard from behind, she moaned his name and as he watched her watching him in the mirror he couldn't take anymore. Biting his lip Spike grasped her tightly and growled, pounding her harder and harder Buffy closed her eyes and moaned hoarsely.

"Spike, fucking fuck me Spike." She bucked against him and felt him push up harder inside her, the feeling in her stomach exploded and she came hard moaning his name and panting into the sheets.

"Buffy!" Driven on by the feeling of her walls milking his cock Spike pounded her fiercely for a few moments longer before spilling his seed with a harsh moan and collapsing forward on top of her. He could feel her heartbeat reverberating through his body and he pressed his cheek to her back.

"That's some mistletoe." Buffy giggled underneath him and he rolled off her and laughed.

Buffy fell silent and listened for a sound in the flat other than Spikes fast breathing. "I don't think anyone's home."

Regaining control of his legs Spike walked off to the bathroom. Buffy sprawled herself out on the bed and gave in to the delicious feeling in her abdomen.

As he walked back in Spike looked at her, she was cupping her breasts and had her eyes closed. She looked incredible.

"What you thinking in there kitten?" Spike slipped his jeans back on and handed her panties to her.

"You're kinky." She sat up smiling lazily and ran her fingers down his chest.

"That was sedate Buffy, kinky hasn't even reared its ugly head." Spike looked at her and grinned. "Don't tell me Angels Mr Missionary."

Buffy blushed under his gaze and slipped her jeans on, reaffixed her bra and slipped her top on over her head, fearing that at any second his friends would return. Coming to stand near him she smiled and pushed her panties into his pocket.

Spike grinned and peered out into the living room. "All clear."

Sitting back on the couch together Spike slipped his t-shirt back on and looked at Buffy with an arched brow. "So, know you were comparing in there so why not share the comparison?"

She bit her lip and smiled. "Honestly? I don't have much to compare with, unlike you I imagine."

"There's only been Angel before me?" He smiled as she nodded. "You should know then there's only been Dru and she was a kinky bitch but didn't hold a candle to the fire in you." Spike grabbed her waist and pulled her across the couch to him, raining kisses on her face.

Buffy giggled and pushed him off her. "You truly excel in the art of being a pervert Spike."

He frowned for a moment then looked playful again. "That means I'm better than him right?"

When she nodded he rained kisses down on her again. They both held their breath as they heard voices coming up the stairs. Buffy shot to the other side of the couch and grinned mischievously at him. Spike took up his guitar and started strumming the same chords as before.

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