Chapter 8: Pleasure

We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew

Spike whispered against her lips, "Shh luv. Just relax and it will feel good."

Buffy bit her lower lip as she looked at Spike with lowered lids, "You sure it will feel good?"

Spike chuckled, "Yea. Just trust me and relax. It will feel great."

Part of Buffy was even more nervous knowing Spike had experience but another part of her was grateful. It meant she didn't have to worry about the details of knowing exactly what to do. She only hoped she wouldn't be a disappointment to him.

As though reading her mind, he ran his fingertips down her shirt pausing between each button, "You will be perfect Buffy. Don't worry about that at all. Just let your heart take over and let your mind rest."

Buffy closed her eyes as Spike opened her shirt leaving her clothed in a skirt and matching bra and panties. He smiled as he toyed with the straps grazing the edge of her breasts slightly, "Did you wear these red ones just for me knowing red was my favorite color?"

Buffy opened her eyes as she nodded and then gasped at the look in Spike's eyes. She had seen the look of lust on Spike's face before but never so intense.

He leaned down placing a kiss on each of her bra-covered breasts as he whispered gently towards her, "You are sure right?"

Buffy's face melted into a smile, "Never been more sure of anything."

After saying that she sat up allowing Spike to remove the shirt from her arms and then to unsnap the bra. Buffy grinned slightly feeling a bit surer of herself as she joked, "I don't even want to know how you learned how to unsnap a bra one handed."

Spike laughed moving over her as he touched her skin closing his eyes in pleasure, "I don't remember."

Buffy wanted to joke back but was too busy arching her back with pleasure. She felt his lips against her breast and then ran her hands through his hair as he sucked one of her breasts into his mouth. She moaned out in pleasure as Spike whispered against her skin, "Shh luv. We don't want to get caught. We'd probably be killed."

Buffy wanted to laugh but knew he was right so instead she nodded biting her lower lip as he descended his lips on the other breast, gently massaging the other with his hand. She felt like she was on fire and she had never felt such feelings before.

She heard him mumble against her skin and she struggled to hear his words, "Buffy, your skin tastes as amazing as I thought it would, so perfect and sweet. It's so soft and responsive too."

Buffy moaned arching her back trying to force more of her breasts into his hands and mouth. She whimpered his name as he moved one hand lower. She grew nervous as he fiddled with her skirt trying to unbutton that one handed. She sat up to help him releasing the top button then unzipping it for him. He smiled at her whispering, "See I knew you were beautiful Buffy. You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

As he spoke, she lifted her hips, allowing him to lower her skirt, which he quickly tossed next to the bed leaving her clothed in only a pair of red silk panties. She shuddered under his intense gaze as he lowered a finger to toy with the waistband as his other hand rubbed over every bare inch of skin.

He noticed her nervousness and knew he had to relax her. He stood up removing his clothes even as she frowned wanting to do it. She was ashamed of herself for allowing him to be clothed while she was naked but she quickly forgot such thoughts as he lowered himself next to her.

She gasped at the size of him and nervously asked, "Are you sure this will feel good?"

Spike laughed kissing her lips, "Oh yea it will feel good. It will feel so good, you won't know why you waited so long."

Buffy smiled as she felt him run his fingers over her skin as though she were porcelain. She wanted more but didn't know what she wanted. She whispered, "More" still not even understanding what exactly more meant. She was practically naked in front of Spike but every touch he made, caused her skin to burn so hot that it wouldn't be cooled.

She whimpered slightly as he started to kiss her neck, then her shoulders. His hands were busy running up and down her arms producing chills that wouldn't be warmed. It felt wonderful, beyond anything she had ever experienced before but she still needed so much more.

She practically was begging him by the time his kisses returned to her breasts. She felt his mouth nibble on a breast and thought for a moment the teeth should hurt but instead it brought even more pleasure.

She clung to him as her skin glistened with sweat from her desire. She pushed him closer to her and gasped as she felt his erection slid against her stomach to brush against her soft golden curls still covered by her silk panties. She longed for them to be gone because she ached there.

She pleaded, "Please Spike, touch me."

Not needing to be asked twice, he continued to nibble on her right breast while bringing both of his hands to lower her panties off her. She was nervous but eager as she felt one of his hands spread her legs and he stopped his actions on her breasts.

She groaned from the lack of touching then blushed bright red noticing he was looking at her junction intently. She started to close her legs and Spike moved his gaze up to her eyes gently speaking, "Don't Buffy. You are so beautiful even here. You are so wet and I haven't even touched you here."

For some reason Buffy felt self-conscious, "Is that good?"

Spike chuckled slightly then moved his hand to toy with her curls barely brushing his fingertips against her skin, "It's wonderful luv. It means you are wanting me as much as I want you."

Buffy frowned, "I'm making you want me? I haven't done anything yet."

Spike's finger nudged her nubbin slightly as Buffy moaned out his name clinging to the sheets on her bed. Spike smiled as he leaned back allowing her to see his erection. It had seemed to double in size since she had last looked at it, "See what you do to me? Bloody hell I've never been this hard and it's all because of you luv."

Buffy bit her lower lip as she reached forward to with her hand, "Can I touch it?"

Spike nodded but quickly warned, "Not too much or I won't last. I want to make this perfect for you and me getting off before I finish you, won't be perfect."

Buffy clasped her small hand around him admiring the fact she couldn't even close her fist. She gasped then lowered her face to stare intently at it.

Spike could feel her breath against him, which caused him to shudder, "It will be perfect either way but will it fit?"

Spike hissed in pleasure but nodded answering her question as his voice quaked with pleasure, "Oh yes."

She was gently moving her hand up and down it making Spike wonder how he will ever last. He needed a break. He removed her hand despite her protests knowing he needed time before he would have enough control. He pushed her back on the bed as he kissed her then spoke against her lips, "It will fit perfectly. Everything about us fits perfectly so I'm sure that will be no different. Now shh Buffy and enjoy this. No more questions, just feel."

He lowered his hand to her stomach kissing her gently there and then spread her legs a little more with both of his hands. He kissed lower and she gasped, "There?"

Spike looked up at her and nodded, "Yes. I want to taste you. Your skin tastes amazing, so I can only imagine what you will taste like."

Buffy felt nervous again as she clutched the sheets. Say she tasted bad or he hated it? Would he just leave her here needing some sort of release?