Breathless

**A/N** Thanks to everyone who has left a review. I love hearing from my readers, finding out what they think of the story and even hearing ideas from them. So, to all that have read and reviewed my little story, this chapter is dedicated to you.

Also, I had truly planned on writting more on the plot aspect of this story tonight. However, my muse had other ideas. So, more smut for now. I promise PLOT soon, I am just really at a stand still on how I want things to pan out. Any thoughts or suggestions would be greatly appreciated on the matter. Alas... on with the story...


Settled comfortably on the chaise lounge, Buffy doodled along the edges of the otherwise blank piece of paper. Originally, she had planned to work on some new songs, but her mind was refusing to cooperate with her and continued to wander back to Spike.

It had taken them several hours to emerge from the tangled silk sheets to take a shower, the gurgling sounds emanating from deep with in Buffy’s stomach had prompted them to take a shower. Once inside the expensively tiled shower, he had taken it upon himself to wash every inch of her body. Her mind wandered back to the sensuous experience of being bathed, something she had never had done for her before. Instantly, her body was flushed with desire at the thought of how his hands caressed and massaged every part of her, leaving not a single patch of skin untouched.

Unconsciously, Buffy slid her hand between her legs, her notebook shielding her actions. Closing her eyes, she drifted further into her daydream, all the while languidly massaging the aching point just below the smooth material of her sundress.

He was behind her, his hardened shaft teasingly poking at the crease of her ass. Desperate for his touch, she arched her back further; swaying her luscious bottom against his cock. Easing the throbbing member forward, he settled it between her quivering legs; rubbing it against her swollen lips. She whimpered shamelessly as she spread her legs wider and tried to urge him forward.

His laugh had rumbled low in his belly as he pushed her arms forward, splaying her hands across the cool tile. After several agonizing minutes of sheer pleasurable torture, he had succumbed to his own desires and plunged deep into her heated cavern.

They had moved in perfect rhythm, slowly and sensuously at first, before giving in to their passion. He nuzzled her neck, peppering the area with kisses, along with the occasional nibble.

Buffy’s movements had become more frantic as she rubbed at her clit through the dress, sending the pink spiral notebook crashing to the floor. She bit down on her lip, trying to smother her impending cries.

His hand slid down her flat stomach, settling over the neatly trimmed patch of curls. As he plunged into her pussy, he flicked and rubbed at her sensitive clit, bringing her easily over the edge. She had thrown her head backwards, coming in contact with his muscular shoulder; resting there, their cheeks were pressed together as their bodies shuddered in a thunderous release.

After a brief moment, his softening cock slid from within her, their juices mingling as they ran down her inner thigh. She leaned forward, resting her heated forehead against the smooth tile. Her eyes still closed, he reached for the bottle of jasmine scented gel and poured a generous amount into his palm. Hands on her shoulders, he massaged the aching muscles before sliding down to lavish the same attention on her back. She sighed in contentment as his skillful hands massaged and bathed every inch of her skin.

Jasmine filled the air as rivulets of soapy water cascaded down her body. The attention he was lavishing to her legs and bottom had instantly caused her clit to throb. Once again, she arched her back and moaned sensuously, subtly sending him the signal that she was ready for another round.

In her vivid daydream, his soapy fingers had found their way to her swollen lips. In reality, her hand had navigated its way underneath her sundress and pushed aside the tiny scrap of underwear, before easing two fingers inside her weeping pussy.

Panting, her eyes closed in deep concentration, she pumped her fingers in and out while massaging her throbbing clit with her other hand. Buffy was on the brink of orgasm when she heard the patio door slide open.

“Luv?” Spike asked as he eased open the massive glass door. “What would you like for din…” He stopped before finishing his question, captivated by the sight before him.

She squealed in embarrassment as Spike rounded the corner, totally ashamed at having been caught masturbating. Quickly, Buffy shoved her hemline down as she blushed furiously.

“Spike! “She exclaimed, breathlessly. “OHMYGOD! I am so embarrassed!”

Spike crossed the space between them, grinning devilishly at her. Sitting at the end of the chaise, he placed his hands on her legs and pushed the dress up so that her dampened underwear was visible. “Don’t be, pet.” Spike said, curling his tongue behind his lips in an incredibly sexy way, “In fact, don’t let me stop what you were doing.”

“What?” Buffy gasped, “I…I couldn’t do that?” Her blush deepened at the thought of pleasuring herself in front of Spike.

“Pretty please?” he begged, jutting his lower lip out in an adorable pout. “Show me.” Hooking his fingers around the waistband, he slid her underwear down her trembling legs and quickly tossed them aside.

With a shaky hand, Buffy tentatively pressed her fingers against her clit. Averting her eyes shyly, she massaged the sensitive nub until a fresh wave of moisture leaked from her core. Her movements became faster as Spike kissed and licked along her inner thigh, glancing up at her as she panted heavily. Clamping her eyes shut tightly, she tossed her head backwards as the warm sensation of her approaching orgasm washed over her lower body.

“Open your eyes, luv.” Spike whispered from between her trembling legs, “Look at me when you cum.”

Gingerly, Buffy opened her eyes and stared directly into his smoldering azure gaze. His lips were parted, his breath coming out in ragged pants. Glancing down briefly, she took note that he was just as turned on as she was; his cock jutting out painfully beneath the thin material of his black jogging pants.

Seeing Spike’s obvious desire sent her spiraling over the edge. Buffy cried out loudly as her release consumed her body, tingles of pleasure jolting through her core. Just as the hazy fog of passion began to clear in her mind, she felt Spike moving between her legs, crawling further up her body. She was about to open her heavy lidded eyes to see what he was doing, when his cock plunged into her deeply.

“I couldn’t take it any longer, kitten. “ He breathed into her ear, “You are so fucking beautiful when you cum.”