Spike walked from the window and slumped himself into his chair. Darkness had fallen over an hour ago and Buffy was a no show. He was getting agitated. She promised. He reached into his jacket and pulled out his zippo and his smokes. Placing one in his mouth, he flipped the zippo open and lit it. Drawing it in, he felt his thoughts wandering to Buffy. Why was she so late? What was keeping her? Maybe she was still in the city. Yeah that’s it. That’s got to be it. He dropped his smoke to the ground and stubbed it out with his foot. He sighed and stood.

Spike straightened his jacket and brushed himself down. His head was filled with thoughts of only her, her soft warm skin caressing his cool soft skin oh so softly. Her warm breath tickling his cheek and her soft kisses on his lips. The smell of her arousal tickled his nose playfully as he sunk into his bed, not knowing how he got there but not caring.

He closed his eyes, his arousal rising, he felt himself bulging. Spike suddenly sensed a presence; he inhaled sharply, greeted by the unmistakable smell of a female’s arousal.

“Spike.” Startled, Spike opened his eyes. He glanced over at the door and seen a shadow standing there. The figure spoke again.

“You need a hand?” The voice was not all together unrecognisable but raspy and soft even to his ears.

“Yours is most welcome love.” He purred. He felt his guest smile. Spike closed his eyes again and inhaled deeply, her arousal sweet and real. His member begged to be released from the confines of his tight pants. Spike felt a hand slide over him and he snapped his eyes open once more. The figure was now caressing him, teasing him. He felt her climb onto the bed and he let his eyes slide close again, feeling her hot breath on his cheek and then her lips on his, kissing him deeply, her hot tongue circling his.

Spike felt his guest staddle him, pushing her sex against his member, slowly rocking on him, making his hunger for her increase and stiffening more with each movement, if it was possible. He ran is hands through her long hair as she undone his shirt, she grounded herself on him, he let out a small but pleasurable moan, she finally broke the kiss.

He could smell her arousal in the air; it was thick with her sent making his head spin and go light headed. He wanted to touch her, caress her, and feel her. Her pure dominance was scaring him but at the same time he liked it. Suddenly, his hands were cuffed to the head of his bed. He was trapped and there was nothing he could do about it. Startled he cried out.

“What the bloodly hell?”

“Shh. Its quiet time now Spike.” The figure whispered, running her soft finger over his lusting lips.

“Now keep still.” Spike opened his eyes just in time to see a flash of white teeth before her hair blocked her face. He felt her warm hand slide down his bare chest over his abs. Her touch felt like soft feathers and it was giving him goose bumps. He felt her hand go lower, cupping his manhood. Spike bit his lip enjoying the touch of these small hands embracing him. He felt her rubbing him, groping him through his pants. Up and down her hand rubbed him. All Spike could do is close his eyes and groan. He was throbbing for her. His whole body ached for her. He suddenly felt the figure move on the bed. Spike was just about to open his mouth to complain when he felt as sharp tug at his pants and then his member securely in her grasp. She let his hands massage him, slowly at first, then picking up the tempo. Spike moaned again and he managed to pant out.

“Oh bloodly hell yes.” Her hands were assaulting him and she was picking up a steady rhythm. Spike could feel himself slipping and he knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer and soon he felt himself coming, spilling himself all over her hands. The figure watched in amusement through her hair, clearly enjoying the pleasure she was giving him and his facial expressions of pure fulfilment.

Again, Spike tried to catch a glimpse of the mystery figure’s face to see the mystery behind this woman’s eyes but his train of thought was interrupted when she lowered her head to his member and started to run her hot tongue over his freshly spent knob. Spike gasped as she took him in her mouth and he could feel himself getting hard again.

“I see you want more.” The figure purred. Spike growled.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” The figure moved up his body, her sex so close to his member now. Her skirt that he had just noticed her wearing, he saw was hitched up to her hips and he could see her underwear. Was that crouch less?? He didn’t even have the chance to get a better look as the figure removed her blouse. Her naked breasts bobbled lightly as she removed the blouse before being tossed to the floor. Spike couldn’t help but smile. The figure lent over his face and Spike lifted his head and gently let his cool tongue slide over one of her nipples. Her skin tasted sweet. Spike heard the key turn in the lock of his cuffs and seized the chance to gain control. As fast as lightning, his hands were on her and she was on her back. He let his tongue roam each breast, gently sucking and licking them and cupping the other one with his hand as he did so. He heard is guest squeal in delight with each small touch urging him on. He let his hand roam downwards towards her waiting heat where he discovered the true meaning of her undergarment. He let his fingers slide over her hot and throbbing sex and Spike felt a smile creeping onto his lips. Just as he thought. He let his fingers slide into her folds, letting his fingers explore. It was his turn to tease her, taunt her till she couldn’t take it anymore. Spike looked up at the figure, her head was ached back on his pillow and her blonde hair was spilled over the pillow case. He watched as she moved her head back down, her breath ragged her green eyes locking to his. He moved up and kissed her and let his finger slide into her core. Spike felt her body stiffen and a soft moan escaped there entangled lips. He let his fingers rub her, sometimes taking it out and assaulting her already swollen clit. Their kiss became more intense, full of lust and wanting. Every time she broke the kiss for air Spike heard her moan. He could feel her juices all over his fingers; her warm, sweet arousal was all over him. He withdrew his hand and broke their kiss. He heard her moan in displeasure. Spike smiled and pushed her legs apart.

Payback’s a bitch.

Spike moved himself in between her legs and lowered his face into her warm, sweet core. He begun to lap at her and suck her. He licked and nipped her. He let his tongue slide into her and felt her muscles contact around it. He knew she was ready. He removed his head away and knelt above her. She was panting and he smiled down at her wickedly, the slight memory of her was still on his lips. He ran is tongue to clean them before smiling at the sight before him. Spike then embedded his member deep inside her. He could feel her inner walls engulfing his cool member, making him moan in pleasure. He heard her cry out, and Spike felt himself pumping his member into her, feeling her contract around him and heard her moan again. They were both panting and she was begging for release. He could hear her call his name and then she contracted around him, coming all over his member. She grabbed his arse, riding out her orgasm. That was all Spike remembered before he felt himself coming too, exploding inside her. When they had both stilled Spike slowly withdrew himself from her and laid down next to her. He realised he was panting. Un-needed panting but panting none the less.

“Bloody hell that was good.” Spike murmured. The figure turned to him, her green eyes sparkling and a huge smile on her lips.

“Do you like my new piece of lingerie? I got it while I was in the city today.” Spike smiled back at her.

“Love, you couldn’t have picked a better piece.” She lent over and kissed him with her soft lips.

“Just as I thought.” She muttered happily.



The End