Breathless

**A/N- Yea! The muse decided to show up for work tonight! For all you smut lovers, here you go...**

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Once inside the bedroom, Spike slowly removed himself from deep with in her wonderfully tight walls, in order to lay her gently down on the bed. Buffy whimpered at the loss of his rock hard shaft, eliciting a devilish grin from her lover. Kneeling by the edge of the bed, Spike wrapped his hands firmly around her tiny waist and pulled her down towards him. Peppering kisses along the inside of her bare thighs, he worked his way upwards; by the time he reached her apex, Buffy was writhing.

Their earlier tryst had been so hurried, desire and need taking over their bodies, that they were both fully clothed; albeit, his shirt was now ripped open, the buttons probably scattered across the marble floor and her dress was bunched around her waist. In the heat of the moment, Spike had shoved aside the tiny swatch of her thong before thrusting deep inside Buffy. Easing his fingers underneath each side of her underwear, now soaked with both of their juices, Spike slid them down her legs.

Taking one foot in his hands, Spike tenderly kissed the tips of each toe before gingerly pulling one into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue. Patiently, he attentively suckled each perfectly pink tipped toe until Buffy was panting, begging for him to make love to her. With one final nip to her pinky toe, he licked and kissed his way upwards, laying her legs across his shoulders to allow better access to her awaiting mound.

Buffy tensed, realizing Spike’s intentions, uncomfortable because no one had ever done that for her. “Spike,” she started, squirming under his touch, “You don’t have to do that. Um…plus, I’m still all icky from before.”

Spike poked his head up, peering up at her with a confused look on his face. “What?” he asked, leering at her, “You don’t want me to do this?” Darting his tongue out, he licked up her slit slowly, almost teasingly. “I’ll stop if you want me to, pet. Personally, I like the way we taste together.”

As if to prove his point, Spike parted her delicate folds with his fingers and delved his tongue deep inside, causing Buffy’s hips to buck upwards and moans of pleasure to escape her mouth. Satisfied with her response, he continued to lick along the edges of her pussy, nipping at her sensitive bud.

Glancing up, Spike smirked to himself when he saw Buffy’s arms lash out, gripping the comforter, her mouth open wide in ecstasy. Easing one finger inside, Spike caressed her clit with his tongue; lapping at it slowly, building up the exquisite pleasure, then backing off when he felt her inner walls begin to flutter. Waiting for a brief moment, allowing Buffy’s orgasm to falter a bit, he pressed feather light kisses on the insides of her quivering thighs. Once a sufficient amount of time had passed, he slipped another finger inside, curving them slightly until he located the tiny bundle of nerves. He kissed his way back to her clit, licking and suckling until her legs were tightening and her pants became louder. Spike eagerly pumped his fingers in and out, making sure to connect with the ultra-sensitive spot, ultimately bringing her release.

“Oh! Spike, oh God…YES!!!” Buffy screamed loudly, as shocks of pleasure soared through her body as Spike fucked her with his skillful fingers and tongue. Her body was still shaking, aftershocks of bliss, when she felt the bed move. Eyes closed, she peeked out under heavy lids to see a now naked Spike crawling up her body; reminding her of a hungry panther. Being that this was the first time she had seen him without any clothes on, Buffy worshiped his chiseled body with greedy eyes. Reaching out to him, she pulled him closer, caressing his bare skin.

Spike settled between her legs, loving the way their bodies meshed together perfectly, as if made for one another. Dipping his head, he captured one rosy peak between his lips, drawing it into his mouth. He swirled the pert nipple around with his tongue, causing Buffy to grasp the back of his head, moaning sensuously.

His engorged, pulsating member was nestled at the apex of her thighs, the satiny tip pressed against her sensitive opening. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to ease him forward, begging for him to be inside her.

“What’s the hurry, luv?” he asked, taunting her by slipping his member inside ever so slightly.

“Need you…” she panted, arching her body into his, desperately aching for his cock to be fully sheathed within her, “inside me, now!” Tightening her legs, Buffy pulled him towards her, burying him deep within her. Sighing in pleasure, she looked up into his brilliant blue eyes and smiled. “Much better.”

Spike pressed kisses to her throat, groaning into the skin as they moved together rhythmically, in perfect unison. She was so tight and hot around his cock, that he did not know how long he could last; pressure was already starting to rise. Not wanting the moment to pass too soon, he pulled out slowly, taunting her by rubbing the tip around her swollen folds before pushing back inside, burying himself completely.

Buffy cried out loudly in ecstasy as Spike thrust into her, reaching places that no other had ever touched. Her nails raked across his back, no doubt bringing welts to the surface, as their pace became more heated; sighs and moans escalating into screams. His lips crashed down upon hers, tongues delving inside one another’s mouths until they had to pull apart, gasping for air. Panting, she pushed her hips against his, pressing her clit harder and harder against his pelvic bone, sending delicious tingles through her body.

Spike took one of her hands into his own, squeezing tightly, and gripped the sheets with his other. Feeling Buffy’s walls flutter around him, his thrusts became faster and deeper; his balls slapping loudly against her moist skin. Crying out in unison, their orgasms shattered through their shaking bodies simultaneously. Buffy clenched her legs around his waist, pulling him against her tightly as he erupted thick strands of his seed deep within her womb.

Resting his sweaty brow upon hers, they panted deeply, trying to catch their breaths. Their bodies still entwined, Spike settled himself softly on top of her and kissed the tip of her precious button nose. As his cock softened, their juices emerging and dampening the bedspread, he thought to himself ‘I love you, Buffy’ as they both drifted off to sleep.