And she does keep inviting me back.

So now I lie on my side, propped up on one elbow, watching Faith pull her boots on. It's an almost comical sight, considering the fact that she's otherwise naked. She ignores me as she grabs up discarded clothing from around the room. Her skirt proves to be a challenge to find. She ends up halfway under the bed, pawing through a cache of other lost clothing.

At last she emerges, triumphant, if a little mussed. "Found it," she proclaims and pushes herself up to a squat. She pulls the skirt on, a leg at a time, then stands, working the buckle as she straightens. "I wonder how it got way the hell down there."

I merely shrug. "You've got a good arm."

"Not that fucking good. I didn't, you know, bounce it off the wall or anything, did I?"

"I don't know," I respond slyly. "Does leather bounce?"

"Not that I remember," Faith replies, sidling closer to the bed. "And besides, I seem to recall now that you were the one throwing clothes around."

Now she's close enough, so I lift myself off of my elbow and spring at her. We both end up against the nearby dresser. I cringe as I hear the small of her back hit the top of the dresser with an audible thud.

If Faith even feels the pain, she ignores it. Grabbing a hold of a tuft of my hair, she pulls me toward her, emitting a low growl as she does. My breath quickens involuntarily as our bare flesh comes in contact. Faith's mouth curls into a tiny smile and I press forward, stealing the opportunity to dart my tongue between her parted lips.

Faith accepts my tongue gladly, offering hers in return. Our bodies press tighter together and my hands move up, just cupping her breasts before moving up to tangle in her hair. Her hands, in turn, continue to tear through my sweat-matted curls. We maintain the kiss longer than I think is possible, neither of us willing to break apart to take in a breath.

At last I pull back a little, gasping for air. Faith manages a small grin, but she, too, fights for breath. A second later I lean in again, ready for another kiss. The Slayer is, if possible, more willing and eager than before. She enters the kiss passionately, sliding her hands down my back to my denim covered ass.

I exhale heavily into Faith's mouth when I feel her hands squeeze and she giggles lightly, taking it as her cue to further her exploration. The next thing I know one arm slithers out from behind me and comes between us, her venturing hand stopping when it hits the top button of my jeans.

The button comes undone slowly, especially since Faith is so engrossed in our kiss. She gives my bottom lip a quick final tug with her teeth and pulls away, concentrating on the more important task. Her skilled fingers finally undo the button on my jeans and then move down to the zipper. I groan as the zipper comes down, allowing room for my erect cock.

Faith pauses to give my cock a quick squeeze before pulling the zipper the rest of the way down, then hooks her thumbs around the waistlines of my jeans and boxers, tugging them down in one swift motion. Cool air hits my now fully erect cock and I can only moan. I thrust forward, wincing as the leather of her skirt chafes my cock.

The Slayer grins and throws her arms around me again, pulling me toward her with startling force. Not to be outdone, I put all my strength into removing myself from the iron grip she's got me in, then fall to my knees with a grunt. I start work immediately on the silver buckle on her skirt, my hands working with feverish intensity as my throbbing cock begs for attention.

All the time, I can feel the Slayer's fingers running through my hair. Her fingers aren't delicate, but forceful, building excitement that she can no longer create with her tongue. There's just a hint of desperation in that simple action, a plea for me to satisfy her. I'm more than happy to.

It seems ages before my fingers, shaking with my need, finally unclasp the buckle. The skirt slides to her ankles and she's on me, pressing her sex against my face. My mouth is there, half an inch from her entrance, and all I can do is breathe; short painful gasps that want to choke me. Faith pulls me up to her, and my mouth contacts curly black hair, moist from her fluids. I can't help but be flattered that I pleasure her so easily. Our first few times didn't come close to this in ease and pleasure.

I brush my lips against her clitoris then flick out my tongue, lapping up her juices. Faith groans and bucks against me, then tangles her hands in my sweaty hair. I can feel her excitement growing as she grips the back of my neck with fingers of steel, pressing me harder against her sex. I continue probing with my tongue until I feel her hands clamp down on my neck and her body stiffens against mine, signaling her orgasm.

Her fluids slide down my face and I pull back, absently wiping a hand across my slimy cheek. Faith kneels across from me, a little shakily, and presses her lips against mine in a quick kiss. Then she pulls back a bit and her tongue darts out to caress my face, catching her juices in long, deliberate strokes. When she's licked me clean I cup her cheek in my palm and we kiss again, more passionately and frantically than before.

Together we manage to stand and our bodies lock immediately in a tight embrace. My erection pressing against her middle arouses her further and Faith grabs my ass, kneading her fingers into the soft flesh. She pulls back until she's against the dresser, then parts her lips to let past a small moan. Leaning forward again, she whispers, "Just fuck me already."

I respond with a small whimper then grab her by the hips and push her up onto her toes, using the dresser behind her as leverage. One of her hands moves to grab my cock and she pulls gently, guiding me to her entrance. I thrust forward and upward and slide into her, heat coursing through my body as I feel her walls around me.

The Slayer pants as I thrust again with my pelvis, and she moves her arms up, tightening her hold on me. I reach back to grab her ass, barely avoiding the dresser she's pressed against. I pull her until her feet dangle and she pushes back against the dresser, wrapping her legs around me as I continue my rhythm of withdrawing and thrusting.

Assured of my grip on her, the Slayer unwraps her arms from around me, and rests her elbows on the top of the dresser before starting a rhythm of her own. We rise and fall together, push, pull, and thrust, our heaving chests keeping beat to our perfectly tuned rhythm.

We come one right after the other, Faith first, her back arching against the wood of the dresser as her third orgasm of the night rips through her. As her muscles clamp around me and she shudders I follow her to climax, my whole body stiffening.

Everything relaxes after my semen is shot into her and I slump forward, the Slayer still clutched in my arms. She pulls herself up and off of me, then unwraps her legs from around me and pushes back a bit, gently lowering her feet back to the floor. "You're still a good fuck, Xander," she whispers approvingly, stroking my cheek. Steadying herself on the bed, she recovers her clothing and starts to redress, including her shirt and underwear this time. Once dressed, she turns back to Xander. "Are you going to get dressed?"

"I was asking you that earlier."

"I know. Look who's immodest now."

I smile at her and join her beside the bed, wrapping my arms around her. "You have to go?" I breathe into her ear.

"Yeah. I'm already an hour late. B's gonna kick my ass." She glances down at me and smiles lightly, pleased that I'm still aroused. "You're ready for another go-around."

"Faith..."

"Come on," she insists. "I've gotta go. I'm dressed. That's a start. Now let's see if I can actually make it out the door this time. Third time's a charm, right?"

"Right," I agree, looking around for my pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed. I'm coming along."

"What?" Faith asks, lifting an eyebrow. "To help me and B? Stay here. Watch some TV. We'll be fine without you."

"That's not what I meant..." I start, but Faith cuts me off.

"I want you here. I wouldn't bother getting dressed, though."

I know I'm grinning from ear to ear. "See you soon?"

"You can count on it." And with that, she's gone.

I collapse on the bed as the door closes. Stretching out, I glance down at my naked form before reaching for the TV remote. I flip on the set, but watch with mild interest, my mind on other things. Faith mostly. I watch the program in silence, my thoughts pleasantly drifting, and wait for the next go-around.