Author's Note:

Thank you again to all my fellow students that reviewed my last homework! I'm glad all of you enjoyed it. After the simplicity of a kissing scene I'm sure all of you are looking forward to something a wee bit more wild from me, right? Well, then I hope my spicy scene doesn't disappoint! I ended up writing my bland scene first, then my spicy scene, then I moved onto my medium scene. And I have to be honest, I struggled with the medium scene. I figured out through this assignment that I either go all out or 'fade to black' with my smut. I hope all of you enjoy this! Onto the next assignment!

Homework Assignment #2:

The Right Amount of Spice

Bland

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Stefan and I stumbled blindly into his dark bedroom, our mouths melded together in a hot kiss, and began feverishly removing each other's clothing. The teasing he had subjected me to during dinner had turned my body into a live wire and the blood in my veins to liquid fire. The car ride home had been excruciatingly slow and now that we were behind closed doors, my need pulsing beneath my skin to the beat of my heart, I could finally show him how badly I wanted him. I coiled my arms around his neck as he kissed me hungrily, tangling my fingers in his hair, and pulled him down so we collapsed onto his bed in a jumble of limbs. A soft sigh pushed past my parted lips as he brought his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin lightly, and my last conscious thought before I gave in to my inhibitions was relief that his brother wasn't home to hear us.

Medium

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I pulled Stefan down onto his bed with me and captured his mouth in another hot kiss. He chuckled against my mouth and slipped his hand between our bodies, rubbing his fingers between my legs enticingly. I moaned and flexed my pelvis into his hand, my panties already soaking from his teasing in the car on our way back to his apartment.

Stefan exhaled heavily. "Jesus, Bella, you're so wet," he whispered, his Romanian accent sultry. The pressure of his fingers between my legs became unbearable and I squirmed beneath him, my fingers fumbling awkwardly with his belt.

We tore off one another's clothing like they'd suddenly become searing hot, our desire to be joined intensifying with each second that passed. Once we were both completely exposed and positively hungry with need, I still couldn't help but pause and admire his Adonis-esque form.

God, he's just so sexy, I thought. And he's all mine.

"I need you inside me, Stefan. Now," I breathed urgently.

"As you wish," he rumbled, his smile hungry and animalistic.

Before I even had time to prepare myself he surged forward and sank all the way to the hilt on his first thrust, forcing a startled, yet wanton moan out of me. "Oh, yes," I sighed.

Stefan groaned as he began gradually rocking back and forth. "Ah, Bella… God, you're just so tight."

"Fuck me, Stefan!" I begged, absolutely desperate for it.

He was more than happy to oblige. His thrusts turned hard and deep, but I never felt any pain. He was never needlessly rough, but always an attentive and extremely affectionate lover. I lost myself in the erotic sensations that were running rampant through my body and couldn't stop the loud moans and sighs that escaped from behind my parted lips. He filled me perfectly, our bodies fitting together like corresponding puzzle pieces. It was pure and unadulterated bliss.

Once we had collapsed to the surface of his bed, our chests heaving and bodies covered in a thin, glistening sheen of sweat, I finally regained enough coherency to be thankful that Stefan's brother, Vladimir, hadn't been at the apartment to hear what just transpired.

Spicy

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I fell back onto Stefan's bed, bouncing lightly when I hit the mattress, pulling him down with me, and captured his mouth in another hot kiss, savoring the taste of the wine he'd had with our dinner that still lingered on his tongue. The bottle we'd shared had not been cheap by any stretch of the imagination, but oh so worth it.

He chuckled against my mouth and slipped his hand between our bodies, rubbing his fingers between my legs enticingly. I moaned and flexed my pelvis into his hand, my panties already soaking from his teasing in the car on our way back to his apartment. He just loved to tease me, something that I loved just as much, but with how desperate with need I was at this point, any further teasing was just cruel and unusual punishment.

Stefan expelled a heavy breath as his mouth traveled along my jaw. "Jesus, Bella, you're so wet," he whispered, his Romanian accent sultry. The pressure of his fingers between my legs became unbearable and I squirmed impatiently beneath him, my hands straying to his pants, fingers fumbling awkwardly with his belt in my haste to get the offending garment off of him.

Desire pooled in the cradle of my hips as I rubbed the heel of my hand against the hard bulge still trapped inside his pants, making a small sound of protest when he pulled back, but understood as he knocked my shoes off my feet and abruptly yanked my pants off. I'd been so distracted with trying to get him undressed that I hadn't even noticed his deft fingers undo my button and zipper.

I hastily pulled my shirt over my head, grumbling in aggravation as one of my arms got caught in the sleeve, and smiled triumphantly when I finally discarded it onto the floor. The air from the ceiling fan felt cool on my heated skin, but did nothing for the heat between my legs as I watched Stefan peel his clothes off his gorgeously sculpted body. I rubbed my thighs together, fingers bunching in the bed spread, and drank in his Adonis-esque form. My gaze stopped on the still concealed bulge of his erection and I unconsciously bit my lip, my anticipation causing another flood of wetness to soak my panties.

God, he's just so sexy, I thought. And he's all mine.

An impish smirk slithered onto his face when he saw where my eyes were focused and he leaned forward, slowly crawling up my body, his mouth creating a scintillating trail of kisses from the edge of my panties, up my stomach, and stopping to press one last feather light brushing of his lips on the valley between my breasts before pulling back.

"I need you inside me, Stefan. Now," I breathed urgently. That small amount of attention had my whole body trembling with need and I promptly reached for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down so his erection could finally spring free. My hand immediately wrapped around his length and gently pumped up and down, my legs quivering in anticipation.

He started thrusting into my hand, his breathing quickening, and chuckled deeply as he kicked his boxers the rest of the way off, leaving him completely and gloriously naked before me. "Aren't you an impatient one," he rasped as he hooked his index fingers inside the band of my lacey underwear and gradually dragged them down my legs.

I elevated my hips off the bed to help him and breathed an inward sigh of relief once the sticky fabric was discarded onto the floor. "You make me that way." I tugged gently on his member, trying to urge him closer to the center of my desire.

He inched forward in response to my prodding and my legs simultaneously dropped open in surrender, my body positively thrumming with pent up anticipation. Suddenly, I could feel the very tip of his dick press up against my opening, gently parting my slick folds, and I inhaled sharply, so ready for him to fill me.

But then he was gone and I groaned in frustration, frowning up at him. I opened my mouth to demand why he was stalling, but paused when I saw the playful smirk that pulled the corners of his lips up, immediately becoming curious about what he could be thinking of.

He gently tapped the outside of my thigh. "Flip over, beautiful. I want to take you from behind."

I gasped, his request making my body sing with excitement, and promptly scrambled onto my stomach, lifting myself up onto my hands and knees. My eager, desire muddled brain barely registered the sound of a foil packet ripping open as I spread myself wide before him. Glancing over my shoulder, I shot him a demure smirk as he moved into position. "Hit me hard, Stefan. I want to be numb when you're finished with me."

"As you wish," he rumbled, his smile hungry and animalistic.

Before I even had time to prepare myself he surged forward and sank all the way to the hilt on his first thrust, forcing a startled, yet wanton moan out of me. "Oh, yes," I sighed, my head lolling back, eyes fluttering shut at the delicious sensation of being full.

My body hugged him like a tailor-made suit, every tiny movement sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting up my spine, and I couldn't stop myself from gradually rocking back and forth, craving any kind of friction.

Stefan groaned, and it was such a beautiful sound. "Ah, Bella…" He flexed his hips forward, fingertips digging into my sides as I moved, slowly urging himself even further in. "God, you're just so tight."

Gripping the bedspread in my hands, I forced myself backwards and ground into him hard, my mouth dropping open in a soundless moan. "Fuck me, Stefan!" I begged, absolutely desperate for it.

Needing no further prompting from me, he anchored his fingertips on the edges of my hipbones and drove forward again and again and again, the sheer force of his thrusts making my frame quake. I white-knuckled the comforter and anchored my knees to the mattress, moaning loudly as he pounded into me relentlessly.

"Yes!" I encouraged, knowing that if he stopped or slowed down now I would burst into tears of frustration. "Yes, more! More!"

I gasped in surprise when he suddenly pulled a hand back and slapped my ass, the sharp sound cutting through the air around us. His hand connected again, and I couldn't stop the soft moan that flew out of my mouth, the foreign pleasure/pain sensation sending a shock to my system. He'd never spanked me during sex before, and what was even more shocking, I liked it.

"That feel good?" Stefan asked, his voice low and husky, and spanked me again, harder this time. I moaned, my skin stinging, and he sensually massaged my rear to help distill the pain. His pelvis continued to slam repeatedly into mine, the sound of our skin slickly slapping together filling my ears. My body was rocking back and forth lightly from the force of his thrusting.

"Yeah, it does," I breathed, my eyes half-lidded, head turned up, and mouth hanging open. "It really does. God, don't stop."

He was more than happy to oblige and our pulse-pounding rhythm continued. The sharp sting as he smacked my ass, the toe curling pleasure that set my nerve endings on fire as Stefan continually filled me, and even his low grunts and groans threatened to send me into sensory overload. I just felt so unhinged as I cried my lust toward the ceiling. It was honestly the most erotic experience that I had ever been in with him. Our sex-capades had always been insanely hot from the beginning, but this…this just upped the ante. I had no idea a spank could feel so damn good.

The tension in my center coiled tighter and tighter and tighter until I was sure that I was going to explode, every cell in my body crying for release, and my breath hitched in my chest. I was so close. "S-Stefan." His name fell off my tongue as a long moan, my thoughts way too scrambled for anything more coherent than that.

"Come on, baby. I'm right behind you," Stefan growled and he gripped both sides of my ass, his pace becoming frenzied.

If I hadn't been on the brink of falling into an orgasmic abyss right then, I would have laughed at his pun, – as intentional or unintentional as it was – but I just didn't have enough time or wherewithal.

I combusted.

I threw my head back, my muscles seizing and eyes squeezing shut, and cried out in ecstasy, completely swept away by the intense waves of pleasure that were rippling outward from the center of my body. Stefan's pelvis slammed into mine one last time, making sparks fly beneath my closed lids, and his groans joined mine, our voices oddly but beautifully harmonizing to a song that only we could hear. It was pure and unadulterated bliss.

Once we had collapsed to the surface of his bed like a pair of puppets whose strings had been unceremoniously cut, our chests heaving and bodies covered in a thin, glistening sheen of sweat, I finally regained enough coherency to be thankful that Stefan's twin brother, Vladimir, hadn't been at the apartment to hear what just transpired.