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While there was no possible way for the moon to shine on her skin— what with sitting in a space ship and the moon having been destroyed— the fair purple hue of the bedroom lights complimented her bare complexion and emerald eyes all the same. All Spike could do in this moment was sit back and watch the show. Not that he was complaining. Excited was simply the way to explain himself.
Of course, he couldn't resist the warmth pooling in his stomach once she'd sit comfortably on his lap. How could he help it? She's wearing dangerous satin-lace lingerie and fuck there was nothing else like it. No one could rock something so revealing like Faye did, he was utterly and completely mesmerized by her talent to just do that. One could say he's met his match when it came to absolute sex appeal, if he were that egotistical.
But that's not all. She has such a goofy smile too, like she was excited to finally ride him. Spike can admit that it took too long to be convinced to let her; but in his defence, he was never good with being the one under control. Shit. It was worth it though. Her smile, her blush, her hands sliding up his chest, the glint in her dark eyes. Yes, she had sex appeal. (Like, a whole lot). But Faye was so much more than that. A woman of passion, and a woman after his own heart.
"Spike..." She whispered, sultry and risky all the same. He loved when she said his name. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please." He'd only ever give her that, just this once. It proved to have a lasting effect on Faye though, because she kissed him like never before. Sloppy and so goddamn arousing. He was inclined to grab her hips (which, he couldn't help but do), leaning forward in response since she can't have all the fun after all. It's not like she minded being manhandled anyways. Benefits in knowing your partner.
He paused.
"Cherry?" He smirked.
Faye laughed. "Yeah. Keep kissing me if you like it so much."
And so he did.
It was great foreplay, really. Spike can admit that the woman knew exactly how to push his buttons. Running her fingers through his hair as she'd subtly grind on him.. Not to mention how she'd tug at his bottom lip and give him a few hickeys here and there. Now he understood just how great he makes her feel when he's the one in control, which only made him wish he'd done this sooner.
"Mm, you gonna keep teasing me or what?"
Giggling, Faye scooted back to her perfect resting spot on his crotch. "Hey, payback for how much you tease me. You're lucky I don't charge interest." Though, the fierceness in her eyes told him the complete opposite. Exciting.
She grabbed his hands and let them rest on her lingerie. Knowing exactly what she wanted, he began to undress her from underneath. It was a great new perspective for sure, and it was especially pleasing to see her breasts slip into their natural position. Before Spike knew it, he was groping her and all she could do was giggle some more.
"Slow down there, Cowboy. I'm in charge, after all."
"Can't a man relish in his beautiful girlfriend?"
"I'm afraid not, unless you want me to handcuff you."
Oh.
That awakened something.
"Now," She licked her lips as she would tug at his sweatpants. A clear invitation. So he followed suit; letting himself free from the shackles of his clothes. "Oh my." Suddenly, he was a little embarassed. Especially for always being the initiative. Yet Faye was gleaming.. Was he that hard already? Probably, as proven by her grabbing the bottle of lube nearby.
"Let me do it." Spike said, sheepishly.
"Alright."
At least he wasn't the only embarassed one here. It was cuter on her though.
"No prep?" He asked, looking up with concern. Faye shook her head, looking a little desperate.
"No, I'm okay... I'm used to your size at this point."
He laughed at that. No arguments there, he supposes.
Finally, Spike laid back on the pillows and allowed himself some leisure. He kept his hands resting on her sides, and Faye was thrilled to lift herself up with only her legs. Spike was already feeling quite heated, biting his bottom lip while he watched her put aside her panties and eventually sink down onto his length. Groaning, they stayed like that a little while so Faye could adjust. She was awfully snug, telling of how turned on she really was. Spike relished in it.
She began rolling her hips at a steady pace, resting her hands on his legs for support as she slid up and down, whimpering at the stretch. Spike couldn't help but push up at the pleasure, running his hands up and over her torso because he truly couldn't get enough of her in this position. Faye would savor the comforting feel only to gasp at the sheer size that was inside of her so intimately. It's different when you're on top. Completely different.
"Mnh... keep going baby," He sighed with content, softly rubbing at her clit which had her trembling at the mere touch. In return she quickened her pace on his cock, seemingly already adjusted and ready to have this man seeing stars. "Fuck— you're doing so good..." He breaths out, a few groans escaping here and there. She liked the praise.
"Spike," Faye moaned. And god he loved her moans. "Spike— please.. You're gonna kill me.." That only had him play with her clit more, and she rolled her head back with delight at the sweet feeling. Of course, it wouldn't end there. Between them it was always a game of wits and Faye simply couldn't let him win.
At this point she wasn't just rolling her hips anymore, but bouncing on his cock with a firm pace; making sure not to end up slipping in the process. It was reaction enough when Spike further threw his head onto the pillow, but his fingers digging into her sides had her more convinced that she was spoiling him bliss.
He groaned at each bounch, struggling to keep his eyes open. "Faye... Just like that..! Shit.."
She was winning.
And perhaps she was more into roughness than she admitted. The bruises that will soon form on her lovehandles is going to be a great look on her, after all. She was already the type of person to not cover up any markings from sex much to Spike's amazement and much to Jet's discomforted gawking. Maybe next time she'll have to introduce handcuffs, which would definitely not just be limited to her.
But on the matter at hand, she was winning and Spike was too occupied with her movements to fight back. Faye already knew he'd love a good riding, Spike just needed a little push since he's clearly so shy to ask. It's truly funny to put "shy" and "Spike" in the same sentence.
"Mmn, Spike..." Faye managed to say in-between breaths, bouncing all the same. "Fuck— I can't... I love your cock.." Adding a little whine there, she knew it would drive him up the wall with the dirty talk.
"Dammit Faye," He laughed despite himself, still relishing in her. "That's so hot."
Bingo.
Faye realized she was getting closer and closer to the edge if she kept going at it like this, and so she reached down to grab Spike's needy hands and lock her fingers with his, mewling at each maneuver she had on his length. It was ending up sloppier and sloppier rather than strategized over time, yet still thoroughly thrilling on both parties. "Close?" He asked, desperate. Faye merely nodded. "M.. Me too... C'mere baby,"
She complied, allowing Spike to brush some locks of hair out of her face and kiss her with passion. He thrusts up to meet her pace and sighed at the way she tightens around him, watching as she threw her head back and let out an intense, satisfied moan. Spike followed suit, moving back at his original position, gripping her love handles. He'd arch his back at the sheer delight of their orgasms, filling her up completely meanwhile panting from a mixture of satisfaction and exhaust.
They stayed like that for a while, too absored in the afterglow to really move all that much. It was until Faye flopped onto his chest with content, sure to be more exhausted than him considering she put in the work tonight. Spike smiled and wrapped his arms around her.
"Man... That was great, Faye. I don't think I can forget this moment for a long while."
"You better not, I hope you realize you're the only person I'll ever ride like that."
"Then I'm honored."
She snickered at that, closing her eyes because his arms were just too damn comfortable.
"Nuh-uh. We still have to clean up."
"Ugh, in a bit. I'm definitely going to be sore tomorrow morning." She huffed, trailing her finger over the scars of his chest. "But you know... This opens a lot of doors." Oh no. She's smirking.
"I don't like where that's headed."
"Oh, you will."
Spike decides, it's concern for another night.