Breathless

Ever so slightly, Spike eased closer into her body and grazed her bare arms with his calloused hands. He felt her tremble and briefly wondered if it was from fright or arousal. Dipping his head down lower, he breathed into her ear “Where you going in such a hurry, luv?” Smirking, he felt her shiver, his warm breath on her neck sending chill bumps down her exposed skin; making him grateful that she had worn such an exposing dress. Toned, tanned shoulders and bare neck had him yearning to lick, kiss or even bite the supple skin.

“I…I have to, um, get up early?” she stammered, turning her statement into a question as he turned her to face him. Overcrowding in the bar area had their bodies pressed together, making it very obvious to Buffy what his intentions were. Somewhere deep in her conscience a voice was telling her this was a bad situation, but the burning low in her belly was sending different signals. Ignoring her inner demons, she shifted her stance, trying to put some distance between their bodies. Her desired effect didn’t occur; he sensed what she was up to and tightened his grasp around her waist.

When she tried to pull away from his hold, he growled deep within his chest and pulled her closer, causing her breasts to be pressed tightly to his chest. “Right, pet, are you positive that you don’t have time for a drink?” He asked, lightly touching her chin, gazing lustfully into her eyes. Even through his liquored haze, he had a fleeting thought that he could stare at her emerald eyes forever before it was rapidly replaced with a more perverse thought.

Buffy blushed deeply as he gazed into her eyes, his deep sapphire eyes were hypnotizing and she felt a tingling sensation down below. She now blushed deeper at her reactions, no man had ever made her feel this aroused, even in a sexual position. This man, a total stranger, currently had her so on edge with passion that she was unable to think straight. Her brain stem was obviously disconnected, because nothing came out when she opened her mouth to tell him that she had to leave and to let her go. She sighed and stammered…”O…ok.”

In a blur, Buffy found herself being bustled along into one of the cozy booths by the bar. Her blonde captor made his way towards the bar. Miraculously he returned with her purse and guitar thrown over his shoulder and drinks in his hands. The momentary separation had allowed blood flow back to Buffy’s brain, anxiety had quickly set in. She was plotting her escape when he slid into the booth. Scooting in closer, his denim covered leg pressed against her thigh; she was amazed that the small amount of contact sent her straight into a sexual overdrive. Her head swam, dizzy from the sudden rush of emotions and alcohol in her system. His head dipped towards her neck, his lips brushing her ear. Buffy’s anxiety disappeared, replaced with pure lust.
Within seconds, his hands were tangled in her hair, his sensuous lips devouring hers. One hand was lowered, moving slowly down from the nape of her neck, pausing ever so slightly to hover around her breast as if for a brief moment he was unsure of what to do. Recovering, he caressed the edge of her breast, his thumb gingerly massaging her nipple sending shock waves through her core. Buffy squirmed in her seat, unable to remain still any longer. She reached around his neck and pulled him closer, his leather duster was cool on her arms. Not wanting any space between them, she edged herself closer to his lap lightly wrapping one leg across his muscular thigh.

Spike deepened his kiss, firmly embracing her luscious body in his embrace. He was astonished that this little minx already had such a hold on him. Her hot touch sent ripples of desire through out his body. Parting their embrace momentarily, he whispered…”Bathroom. Now.”

Clutching her hand, Spike moved swiftly through the bar towards the bathrooms, entering the Women’s room. Simultaneously, he locked the door and pinned her against the cool metal; running his hands from her shoulders down her waist and cupped her firm bottom, lifting her into a heated kiss. She moaned into his mouth and pushed herself into his groin. Desperately needing to feel his skin, Buffy slid her hands under the rim of his shirt, caressing his rippled abdomen, slick with sweat; she realized he was just as hot as she was. He pulled her deeper into his embrace and slid his hand down around her firm thigh; she complied with his unsaid desire and lifted her leg, wrapping it ever so slightly around his waist. His hand was on the move again, upwards. Realizing his intent, she gasped into his mouth, breaking their kiss, and opened her eyes. He was already focused on her face, smirking, when he found she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Lil’ minx,” Spike thought to himself. He could feel the heat from her center, begging for attention. Tracing his finger around the edge of her pussy, he felt her body jerk and moisten with anticipation. Devilishly, he parted her delicate folds and slipped one finger inside her slick opening. She sighed into his mouth again and pushed herself into his hand, plunging his finger into her heated cavern. He moved his mouth away from hers, peppering kisses down to her the base of her neck. He nipped and licked along her collarbone, down to her breast where he pushed down the top of her dress, taking her pert nipple into his mouth. Sliding another finger inside her he used his thumb, rubbing her clit until she was panting in ecstasy. His looked up at her face just in time to see that his goddess was on the brink of orgasm. At the sight of her lips parted and panting, he groaned; his cock throbbed, painfully, screaming to be freed. He eased his fingers from her, coated with her juices, and tore at his zipper setting free his rigid member. Placing himself at her entrance, he was about to slide in when his cell phone rang.

“Bloody Hell!” he muttered into her ear, waking Buffy from a passion induced fog. Her eyes wide, she pushed him away from her and quickly pulling her top up to cover her exposed breasts. “Come on kitten, jus’ ignore the bloody phone and get back over ‘ere, hmm?” He cocked his eyebrow and reached for her hand. Buffy glared at him, shocked at her own behavior. The cell phone continued to ring shrilly. Shaking her head, she gathered her shoes from the floor, unaware that they had fallen off, and rushed from the room with tears welling in her eyes.
“Bollocks!” Spike hollered, hitting his fist against the closed door. He quickly tucked himself back into his pants and grabbed the cell phone from his pocket. “What!?” he said rudely to the person on the other end, listening for a moment he responded, “Yes, Dru, I’m on my way home, luv.”