Roomies | By : lovesbitca Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 11944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Seeing that Dawn was in more trouble than she’d ever been in Buffy made her excuses and slipped out the door, leaving the sound of her mothers tirade behind as she walked back to the dorms only remembering Spike as she ascended the last step to their floor and saw him trudging up the corridor the other way.
Eyes meeting in the middle they both smiled at each other. Letting Buffy enter before him, Spike locked the door behind him breathing a huge sigh of relief.
“Where’ve you been?” Buffy asked as she sat down on her bed, releasing her feet from their high heeled, strappy prisons and massaging her aching toes. Scooting her over, Spike took over the job encouraging her to lie back as he rubbed her feet, pressuring those magical points to relieve her tension as he explained that he had gotten caught up at his mothers.
“Where were you?” He asked, pushing his thumb deep into her foot making her moan with pleasure. Whether it was sexual or just tension she couldn’t tell but she never wanted him to stop. He grinned at her, his teeth shining in a predatorial way as his ears caught her erotic moan making his trousers tighten.
“Caught my sister in the Bronze.” She croaked out, afraid to use her voice too much in case she let loose another moan.
“Your sister?” He asked, forgetting about her foot for a second as he waited for a reply. She soon solved that. Nodding vigorously she thrust her foot back into his lap practically melting when he massaged it between his hands, not even realising that he could see all the way up her skirt at this point.
They were so engrossed in the sensuous massage, Spike moving his hands up towards her ankle, then her calves that when her phone rang, the loud chirruping didn’t even pierce their lust. Buffy pushed herself upright, her hands moving of their own accord to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to her, their breathing increasing with intensity.
All conversations were forgotten when Spike surged forward, his lips sought out Buffy’s and the movement caused her to rock forward almost sitting herself directly on top of his straining erection. He pulled away, his mind a cloud of lust as he gulped giving Buffy the fraction of the second she needed to make her decision.
Fumbling for the hem of his shirt she held it tight and pulled the shirt over his head, neither noticing the potential embarrassment of it catching on his chin before she discarded it carelessly allowing him to mirror her actions. She allowed him to remove her top, untying it for him and helping him to peel away the tight layer that was preventing his skin from touching hers.
Feeling himself bob with anticipation seeing her clad in nothing but a leather miniskirt he tried to clamp down on his excitement, his mind wandering as much as his hands as they explored each other, stroking and rubbing over backs and breasts as they lost themselves to their feelings.
Buffy gasped as Spike tweaked her nipples with his hands, the twin volts of pleasure shot straight down to her core making her rub her leather clad crotch against his leg for friction. By this point the pair had worked themselves from her straddling him to him lying over her, her small hands running up and down his strong muscular back, pulling him closer every time the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her whenever he found a new spot to gratify her needs.
Sliding her hands down under the waistband of his jeans, she was shocked to discover that there was no underwear of any kind to create a barrier between her hands and the firm and slightly fuzzy skin of his ass. She gave him a teasing squeeze and he thrust his hips into hers, all sense disappearing with that single move as Buffy was spurred into a frenzy, yanking madly at the buttons that held up his jeans until they fell away leaving her to push them down his legs with her feet where he could kick them off.
Realising that he was naked when the girl of his dreams was half clothed in his arms impelled Spike to take action. Kneeling over her body he bent his head hastily to each nipple giving it a lick before he worked his way further down her body, placing a kiss just below her belly button where her skirt began and reaching for the zipper.
He undid her skirt slowly, savouring each extra inch of skin as it was revealed, pulling it first off one leg and then the other leaving her in the most delectable underwear he had ever seen. The tiny black triangle of lace was topped with scarlet trimmings and neatly covered his prize below. Slipping a finger under each side he gently tugged, gliding them down to reveal a perfect triangle of honey coloured curls. Forgetting all about taking off the thong he swooped down, his tongue practically guiding itself to the sweet smell of her quim and licking her glistening outer lips.
Arching off the bed with shock Buffy grasped Spike’s shoulders so that he looked up at her. Her face was a picture of sheer terror.
“Shhhhh pet,” He whispered against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Placing a chaste kiss on each thigh he smiled, “not gonna do anything you won't like.” And with that his tongue extended, worming its way between her nether lips to the sweet nectar between, thrusting as far up the tight passage as he could stretch it.
He licked and sucked, nibbled and blew until she was practically sobbing out her pleasures just waiting for the release that she could feel building in her womb. Her back was arched off of the bed, her legs spread akimbo as she shuddered and jolted and still he continued. No one had ever done this to her before but she knew she was about to have the most amazing climax of her life. She could feel it building and building as his mouth continued its assault, she could see the world turning a brilliant shade of white, fading away from reality as she screamed her climahighhighs clamping down on the sides of his head as she fell back against the pillows.
Giving one last kiss to her swollen, angry looking clit Spike shifted back up the bed to her chest, laving them with his much overworked tongue as Buffy lay there panting. Forcing her head up she smiled at him nervously,
“Spike,” She said softly. “Stop.”
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