Xander had been introduced to sex by a brunette, and had spent three years with a brunette who spent most of her time with him dyed blonde, but this was his first time with a redhead.
She was wild, moaning and thrashing and raking his back with her nails, and God, she was like a girl out of a porno magazine letter, coming again and again until he was sure she was going to pass out.
She was incredible, her mouth wide open as she let out a yell that would've scared Tarzan out of his tree, her arms clutching him as she rode out her pleasure. His only regret was that her eyes were screwed shut -- heh, heh, you said *screwed* -- so he couldn't see into their emerald-green depths.
And then she clenched around him again, and it was just too much for him, and he shouted out his own relief as he came inside her, then collapsed onto the pillow next to her.
He gasped for breath, and grinned over at her. "So, was I right, or not?"
Vi grinned back at him. "You were right. Slayer muscles are good for more than just kicking ass."