"I need to get back," Buffy gasped, then moaned as hard lips fastened around one of her nipples and sucked, stirring her passion again. The hands she'd pressed against his shoulder and hip to push him away now clung to him, pulling him down to her. "I'm going to miss Thanksgiving dinner."
"I've been to one of your Thanksgiving meals. Nothing remarkable about it."
"You were tied to a chair."
Spike grinned wolfishly up at her. "I could tie you to the bedposts, maybe spread eagled, muscles pulled tight just to the point of pain..."
Buffy blushed and squirmed.
"Then I'd lick every inch of your body...slowly," he breathed into her ear before nipping the lobe and making her yelp.
His lips traveled down her neck to her shoulder and he morphed, letting his fangs scrape along her heated flesh. "Or maybe I'd tie you face down and take you here." One of his fingers pushed into her tight back passage and Buffy squirmed in embarrassment.
"Stop it. That's gross."
"Not gross." Spike pumped his finger gently, groaning at the tightness and the thought of how those muscles would feel around his cock. As Buffy's grunt of pain trailed off into a groan of pleasure, Spike sank his fangs into her shoulder and pressed his thumb against her clit.
The pain from the bite, the erotic feel of her blood being pulled from her, the fingers teasing her were too much for Buffy and she shuddered in pleasure, body arching to his, fingers digging into his shoulders.
Shifting between her spread legs, Spike slipped into her, thrusting lazily as he sipped at the heady nectar of her blood. He continued to press his finger into her and rub her clit, bending his body to accommodate them both.
Buffy wrapped her legs around his thighs and rocked her hips up to meet him. When he lifted his head from her shoulder, she cupped his cheeks and drew him down for a passionate kiss, tasting her blood in his mouth, cutting her lips on his fangs, the new pain only making her hotter.
As their bodies moved together faster, Spike abandoned her back passage with regret, but bet himself that he'd be there soon enough for real. Rubbing her clit harder, pushing the hood back to pinch the sensitive flesh, he watched as she stiffened and cried out before her orgasm crashed through her, leaving her shaking and limp.
Raising to his knees, he slammed his cock into her, flinging his head back to stare blankly at the ceiling as his balls ached and pleasure throbbed through him. With a loud grunt, he came and slowly stilled, hands on her knees, head now hanging as he panted softly.
"I'm missing pumpkin pie," Buffy whined petulantly.
Spike wondered if now was a good time to introduce spanking into their sex life...
End