"Shush," Fang said to his teasing, a finger against his lips--but the way she shifted her eyes away guiltily ruined the effect. "I had some extra time on my hands and a priestess gets curious. That, um...that stays between you and me."
And then she found herself in a fresh new pickle: the fact that this had been her idea and she had stage-fright already. Why? For all things holy, he'd already seen everything--he'd been inside her. She'd even had to use a goddess-forsaken chamber pot in his presence. At this point, there were no secrets between them.
But as she met his eyes with a "deer in torchlight" sort of look that screamed now what?!, she suddenly understood, perhaps, how he felt. She was in control.
And that was intimidating in a whole new way.
Spike certainly seemed to be enjoying this, from the glint in his eye!
"R-right," she breathed, meeting his eyes, hesitating. "Just...just kiss me." And then, summoning her courage, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, hard and demanding, and as she did she shifted her body until she was straddling his hips. But she didn't take him. Instead, still gently exploring his mouth with her lips and gentle flicks of her tongue, she settled against him and let his cock rest against the lips of her sex--and then she just stayed like that, not quite ready to go further. She kissed him--his lips, his jaw, his neck, remembering the way his mouth spread goosebumps over her skin and hoping he could feel it, too.
And as she kissed him and that restless heat within her rose, it soon became impossible to sit still. Slowly, gingerly, she began to rock her hips on instinct, grinding herself against him, slicking him up--and then letting out a sharp whimper against his neck when he rubbed against her clit. That was new. So she did it again, shuddering, chasing the fresh new sensation as she focused on just feeling instead of thinking for once.
"Spike..." she breathed, trembling, her hands braced against his chest as she adjusted herself so she could sit up more. Eyes closed, she rode him without even taking him inside her, feeling a fresh new sensation building, tightening, growing until--
She got a little too enthusiastic, and when she slid back--he slid in.
Fang cried out sharply, clapping a hand over her mouth as her body went taut with surprise, but it was not a cry of pain. She was still sore, yes, but this time...
Oh goddess, he was perfect.