Breathless

It was nearing one in the morning when their guests decided to leave. Angel pushed a very talkative Cordelia out the door, closely followed by Wesley with Fred in his arms since she had fallen asleep on the couch over an hour ago.

Spike eyeballed Buffy suspiciously when she darted up the stairs as he was shutting the door, informing him that he should go ahead and clean up their mess in the dining room before coming to bed. Shrugging, he followed her instructions, figuring it would be best to go ahead and get the dishes into the dishwasher anyway.

Upstairs, Buffy sprinted into the massive closet and began opening drawers and flinging clothes around haphazardly. She had a mission and a very short amount of time to accomplish it. After a few minutes, Buffy shrieked with success when she finally located what she was looking for.

After placing the final dish in the washer, Spike flipped off the downstairs lights and made sure all of the doors and alarm was set before heading up the stairs. As he walked down the hallway, he noticed the bedroom door was already shut which seemed a little strange to him since Buffy usually crawled into bed and waited for him to close the door.
When he opened the door, all of the lights were off, so he figured that she was already in bed and began to quietly make his way to the bed. About halfway there, he stopped when the door to the bathroom opened. Turning towards the bright light, his mouth dropped when he saw Buffy. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, completely at a loss for words.

“Wow. Figured you would like it, but never thought you would ever be speechless.” Buffy stated, walking towards him seductively. She paused near the dresser and lit a few candles before moving in front of Spike and pushing him into the chair that she had already placed near the bed.

Spike was shocked. Buffy stood above him with the naughty school girl outfit on that she had worn for the photo shoot, complete with pigtails, white knee socks and shiny black shoes. His cock instantly hardened and throbbed beneath his jeans at the sight of her, the zipper pressing painfully into the sensitive skin. Raising his hands, he slowly skimmed the soft skin on the backs of her thighs; moving upwards towards her frilly, lace covered ass.

“Tsk…Tsk…Tsk.” Buffy said, playfully, as she wrapped her hands around his wrists and moved them away from her. “No touching, Mister. Don’t make me tie you up.” She laughed when she realized from the look on his face that being tied up would not be the worst thing in the world to him.

Stepping away from Spike, she went back to the dresser and pressed Play on the CD player that she had already put there. It took a moment to start, but when the music began, she crossed the small distance between them and to move slowly in front of him. The only CD she had been able to locate in such a short amount of time had been Prince and she had appropriately selected the song “Get Off”.

Spike couldn’t control himself. His hands had a mind of their own, because every time Buffy would shake her ass in front of his face he would get chastised for grabbing it. Finally, she slid out of her white button up shirt, disappeared behind him, grabbed his arms and tied the shirt around his wrists.

Leaning over his shoulder, Buffy slowly traced her tongue up his jugular, stopping just below his ear, where she whispered, “See where being naughty gets you.” She smiled to herself as his only reply was a garbled stutter. She moved away from him and walked around the chair, once again settling herself between his shaking thighs. Kneeling down, she reached up and slowly began undoing the buttons on his shirt, displaying his chest; which she teasingly licked all the way down to his belly button.

“Fuck,” Spike whispered, “Fuck, Buffy, you’re driving me crazy.” He wiggled his hands, hoping he could get the shirt to fall off, but was surprised when he realized that Buffy had secured it very well. He ached to touch her, kiss her… fuck her.

“That’s the point.” Buffy informed him, gazing up at him with lust filled eyes. She was amazed that she had been brave enough to get this far before chickening out. This was definitely more along the lines of something Faith or Cordelia would do.

Buffy slid her hands down until they rested on his thighs and pushed up to stand between Spike’s legs. With a shake of her hips, she turned around, reached under the short pleated skirt and slowly untied the ribbons on each hip before removing the lacy underwear and tossing them back at Spike. Clad in only her bra, skirt, shoes and knee socks, Buffy lifted one leg and placed it over Spike’s, then did the same with her other leg so that she had his legs pushed together. Slowly, she lowered herself so that she was sitting in his lap and began to taunt him by grinding against his hardened cock to the beat of the music.

‘Fuck she’s hot. I can’t take it much longer.’ He was going to explode. Literally explode, right there in his pants; then die of embarrassment shortly after. Spike groaned when Buffy slid up his body and wiggled her lace covered breasts in his face. “Now, pet. Please, I can’t take it much longer.”

The song was about over, so Buffy settled herself back in his lap and grinded against his crotch. She was so hot that her pussy was already seeping with moisture, leaving a wet spot on the front of his jeans. To be honest, she didn’t know if she could last much longer either. Putting both hands behind her back, Buffy released the clasp and slid the straps of her bra down her arms before taking it off and tossing it across the room. With her chest fully exposed, she eased up slightly and once again wiggled them in front of Spike’s face.

With a sudden burst of energy, Spike ripped his hands free of his confines and grabbed Buffy around the waist; pushing them both of the chair and stumbling over to the couch where he put Buffy. He was in the midst of taking off his clothes when he noticed Buffy reaching down to take off her own.

“Leave ‘em on,” Spike growled as he kicked off his pants. “For fuck’s sake, kitten, leave ‘em on and turn around.”

Buffy nodded, unable to speak, and did as she was told; turning around so that her knees were on the cushions and her arms were on the back of the couch. Peeking over her shoulder, she watched as Spike came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her up so that she was almost kneeling. With one fast movement, he entered her pussy and buried his cock in to the hilt. Buffy gasped at the sensation, their new position allowing him to push deeper inside; hitting places that had Buffy screaming in appreciation.

With one hand wrapped around her hip for support, Spike slid his other hand up her body and grasped her hair; tugging slightly so that Buffy raised her head. Leaning over to meet her, Spike pulled her head to the side and devoured her lips with his own; their tongues furiously wrestling for domination. Changing his angle ever so slightly, Spike felt her inner walls flutter as he pushed deeper; hitting the tiny bundles of nerves just inside her core. Releasing his hold on her hair, Spike pulled back from their embrace as he slid his hand down her belly towards her clit. Slowly he began to massage the swollen nub, making Buffy pant deeply as she pushed back against his thrusts. Within mere seconds, Spike had her screaming his name at the top of her lungs, arching her back and pushing her weeping center against him; her whole body shaking. Spike followed close behind, crying his release as he tightly grasped her hips and pumped into her quivering core from behind.

Buffy pulled herself up, leaning over the back of the couch for support as Spike rested behind her. She could feel their mixed juices leaking down the insides of her shaking thighs, but was too limp to do anything about it; deciding instead to just bask in the afterglow with Spike.

They rested for a minute before Spike stood up, pulled Buffy into his arms and carried her over to the bed where he undressed her. “Kitten?” He asked, lying down beside her. “You all right?”

Buffy turned her head to look into his eyes, still darkened with desire, and nodded. “Did you like your surprise?”

“If you have to ask that, then what we just did on the couch must have not been too satisfying for you, luv.” Spike chuckled, playing with one of her messy pigtails. “Maybe I should give it another go?”

“Hmm…Maybe you should.” Buffy replied, grinning wickedly as she straddled his waist, his member already hard. “I think we should definitely give it another go.”

“Pet, you are going to be the death of me!” Was Spike’s only response as Buffy reached between them and impaled herself on his cock.

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