Billiards and Spuffiness...
I finally got around to getting my Spuffy Smut rewritten... it seemed like it was much better the first time. It's my first NC-17... be kind.
Buffy settled against her pillows, pulling her covers up around her, as Spike began to read...
Ethan lifted the trembling girl in his strong arms. He could no longer deny what he saw there, nor could she. "I love you," she whispered. "I know it's wrong, but I can't fight it any longer, Ethan. Something's changed between us." He couldn't disagree.
He had never intended on falling in love with Amanda Pierce. She had been meant to be a means to an end. He had stolen her from her family threatening to slit her lovely throat if her father could not come up with the ransom for her return. Imagine his surprise when Commodore Pierce informed him that he wouldn't see so much as a single shilling. "Do with her as you please," he'd informed Ethan. And he found himself taking pity on the girl.
"Please, Ethan," she whimpered. "Make love to me."
"Big fan of the Stockholm Syndrome, are we, Love?" he asked.
"Keep reading," she instructed, almost anxious to hear her sinful words tumbling out of his mouth.
He cleared his throat and continued a little further down the page.
He gazed at her nude form reclining on his bed. She was an angel with creamy skin and golden hair billowing around her head in a halo. Ethan crawled up beside her and bent down to capture her lips. He gently stroked her bottom lip with his tongue, seeking entrance. Amanda had never been kissed that way in all of her young life. She gasped at the velvety roughness and Ethan plunged his tongue into her warm mouth. She tasted like sunshine and Christmas. She mewled as his hand began to knead the soft flesh of her breast. "Oh Ethan," she moaned, arching into his touch as her nipple began to pebbled beneath his calloused palm.
Buffy slid her hand over her own breast stopping to pinch the already-pebbled nipple through the material.
His hand travelled down to her wet, hot center. He continued to suckle her breast as his fingers sought out the shiny, pink pearl nestled between her thighs. He stroked her delicately, eliciting a strangled moan to spill from her lips. She bucked up against him when he pushed a finger into her creamy core.
Buffy's hand was moving toward the waistband of her boxers when he stopped speaking.
"Are you still with me, Love?" he asked.
"Hmm? Yeah," she replied absently. "Why'd you stop?"
"You know, Pet," he sighed. "You really could have put a little more into this with it being her first time and all."
"What?!"
Who the Hell was he to criticize her work.
"Don't get me wrong," he continued. "It's very good. But she's a bloody virgin. Just because he's Victorian doesn't mean he doesn't want to make it good for her. It's going to hurt like Hell when they finally shag. If I was taking a girl for the first time, I'd want to make her come for me at least a dozen times before ripping through her maidenhead."
He so was not talking about this with her.
"I mean. think about it -- as a woman, Love," he proposed. "Wouldn't you have rather been taken to Heaven at least once before having your first lover's wanker shoved up inside you stretching you to painful widths?"
Yes, he was.
"Let me tell you how I would do it, Buffy," he proposed.
"I'm listening," she said quietly, not sure why she was encouraging this conversation.
"If I had been your first lover," he told her, his voice low and sultry. "I would have begun by kissing you senseless."
He had done a pretty good job of that out on her front porch.
"But I wouldn't have stopped tasting you there," he continued.
His voice was sending delicious vibrations directly to the center of her body. She could feel the warmth building her belly and fanning down toward her sex. She slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her boxers, seeking out the hard nub hidden between her netherlips.
"I would have taken your rosy nipple in my mouth and suckled it gently until it hardened in my mouth," he told her. "And then I would have turned my attention to the other breast while my hand slid down your body... down your flat tummy, through the soft down of your mound..."
She was stroking her clit in quick circles as he continued to tease her with his words.
"My lips would have followed the trail my hand made and when I got to that untouched spot between your dimpled knees, I would have darted my tongue out to brush over your slick folds while you writhed beneath me..."
She was stroking her clit even faster and had begun to thrust her fingers in and out of her tight channel.
"I would have teased you relentlessly, letting your juices drip over my tongue before slipping my finger into your dripping slit..."
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...
"And when you were just about to go over the edge, I would have taken your swollen clit into my mouth and sucked it hard until you bucked against me, your sweet cum oozing over my hand. And then I would have lapped up every bit of your delicious spendings until you came again."
"Ohhh Gaaaahh..." she moaned, cumming hard.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...
He was silent on the other end of the phone as he cheeks flushed red.
"You okay, Love?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. She wouldn't... couldn't... did she?
Buffy tried to will herself back to the present. Through her embarrassed afterglow, she managed to focus on his voice.
"Buffy?"
"Hmmmm? I'm... uh... I'm here," she mumbled.
"Baby, did you just--"
"I should really get going," she said quickly. "I, uh... it's late. And, oh God... I..."
"So, did I get the job done?" he teased.
"I think you mean did you get the job," she corrected.
He decided not to push.
"I enjoyed talking to you tonight, Love," he told her quietly.
"Yeah," she agreed, her voice a little shaky as she realized that he'd just heard her cum.
"Get some sleep, Buffy," he told her. "And I'll see you soon.