[ she gives a little groan at that, straightening up onto her knees and reaching behind her. she leans forward some, straining to keep her balance as she shoves a finger into her slick passage from the back, shutting her eyes and imagining it's his cool body rocking against hers while she pushes her hips back against her own hand. she wets her lips, breath growing ragged as she responds. ]
That how you're gonna do it, Spike? Over the kitchen counter? Where anybody could just walk in?
Yep. Think you can stay quiet? [He pushes into his fist, shutting his eyes to help imagine it.] You know I wouldn't make it easy. I know how to make you scream.
Oh, I can hold it back. Might have to drop a dish or two, but I can be very quiet. Can you keep giving it? Sure you're not gonna lose it early, watching me bent over the counter, feeling how tight and -- ahh so tight -- and warm I am around your cock? [ she bucks her hips into the hurried movements of her hand, another finger working into her dripping cunt easily, straining to keep the phone wedged between her ear and shoulder. ]
Oh, it'd be hard. [He pushed into his hand on the double entendre. Hard indeed. He wished it was her tight and warm cunt instead of his cold, dead hand. But he had to make due. At least until he convinced her to come out here.] But I am very good at this.
Plus, can't lose it when I've still got you to satisfy, right? Trying to hold it back, but I can hear those quiet little gasps. Drive me right mad, they do. I wanna hear you, Buffy.
[ as if on cue, she relinquishes a loud warble of a moan, giving one sudden jerk of her fingers deep into her core. she whines out her exhale, following it with panted breaths as she continues to fuck herself on her fingers, hips rocking back and forth as she gets going. ]
Unh. Ah. Feels so good. You always make it feel so good. [ she works her fingers over her clit with one hand, continuing to fuck herself from behind with the other.
Yeah I do. [He smiles into the phone, squeezing his cock a little harder than was comfortable to try and slow himself down. He had to keep his head long enough to get her off with words alone.] Feels good, baby? All big and hard and I know how rough you like it. I'm pounding you into the kitchen counter so hard it might crack.
Well, no fantasizing about breaking my kitchen. [ it's said in a pouty way. she shifts a little, rather like a petulant child. there's an awkward silence because oh she should try to salvage the mood. ] I'd throw you off. Make sure you know you've only got me against the counter like that because I let you.
And then I'd get you on the kitchen floor and ride you -- nice and slow at first. [ she slowly starts to move her hand again, slipping it around to slide inside from the front this time, two fingers working her sex in a practiced way. ]
[Buffy is a little bit crazy, but he supposes she wouldn't be her without the ridiculous hang-ups. Honestly, it's not like she'd ever let him do her in the kitchen in reality even without the furniture breaking. Too much chance she'd have to come clean with her friends.]
Might have to hold me down. I liked being on top. [But he likes the image of Buffy on top of him, riding him slowly just as much. Maybe even more.]
Like that, Slayer? Like how all that struggling's only pushing me in deeper? [He moans into the phone as he runs his thumb over the head of his cock.] You feel so good.
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That how you're gonna do it, Spike? Over the kitchen counter? Where anybody could just walk in?
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Plus, can't lose it when I've still got you to satisfy, right? Trying to hold it back, but I can hear those quiet little gasps. Drive me right mad, they do. I wanna hear you, Buffy.
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Unh. Ah. Feels so good. You always make it feel so good. [ she works her fingers over her clit with one hand, continuing to fuck herself from behind with the other.
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And then I'd get you on the kitchen floor and ride you -- nice and slow at first. [ she slowly starts to move her hand again, slipping it around to slide inside from the front this time, two fingers working her sex in a practiced way. ]
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Might have to hold me down. I liked being on top. [But he likes the image of Buffy on top of him, riding him slowly just as much. Maybe even more.]
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