Buffy/Mr.William. Phone Call

[pepperlandgirl]

Buffy was half asleep when the cell phone besides her buzzed to life. The face glowed bright green as it vibrated, and Buffy grabbed it quickly. It was two in the morning, and the entire house was asleep. In the stillness, the buzzing phone sounded frighteningly loud.

"Hello?"

"What are you wearing, pet?"

"Just my panties?"

"Which one?"

"The black thong." For Christmas, he had given her lingerie. Racy, seductive, lacy, colorful, all kinds. And this cell phone.

"Mmmm, nice. Don't take them off. Leave them on. I love the way they look on you. It makes me hard just to think of it."

"What are you wearing?"

"Nothing. Not even the sheet. I'm laying in bed, naked, thinking of you. Thinking of everything I would do with you if were here with me now. I've been thinking about you all day. I couldn't concentrate on anything else."

"Really? What do you want to do?"

"I want to see you get off, Buffy. I want to watch you get yourself off."

"Huh?"

"I want to see you spread out on my bed, your beautiful hair fanned around your face, with your legs open, so I can see your luscious cunt. But I wouldn't touch it. Wouldn't be close enough to touch it."

"Why not?"

"Because that's what you will be doing, Buffy. Are you touching yourself now?"

"Nooo..."

"Rub your pussy. Are you wet, Buffy?"

"Mmmm hmmm"

"What do you taste like?"

"You want me to lick my finger?"

"Mmmmmm."

"I can't."

"Why not? You taste sweet, Buffy. The sweetest thing I've ever tasted. Try it," he purred.

She did as he said, and was surprised to find that it wasn't nearly as gross as she thought it would be. It wasn't gross at all.

"Do you like it, Buffy?"

"Yeah."

"I want to watch you lick your finger, I want to taste your pussy on your lips when I kiss you. Rub your clit, Buffy...does that feel good?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

"Are you pretending I'm rubbing you? That it's my finger, maybe even my tongue? Oh, Buffy, I can hear you moaning."

"Spi-ike."

"Oh, baby, are you ready for me? Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Wanna feel you inside of me. So ready."

"Lay on your back, Buffy. Put the phone next to your ear on the pillow so you can hear me." He paused, listening to her move around and position herself. "Got it?"

"Yeah," her voice was slightly muffled, but he could still hear her clearly.

"Keep rubbing your clit, baby, don't stop. Use your other hand to fuck yourself, pretend it's my dick pounding into you. Pretend I'm above you, your legs wrapped around my waist, your fingers clawing my back."

She could only moan in response, as she plunged her fingers in deeper and faster.

"Oh, love, you sound like your so close. Love the way you sound when you come. I love the way you moan, the way you scream my name. Could listen to you for hours. Tell me when your going to come baby."

"I'm...so..."

"You're so beautiful, Buffy. I love it when your on top, riding me hard, your head thrown back, your tits bouncing in my face. Your skin gets flushed, your hair falling around your face in waves. Thinking about that right now, thinking about how you look, how you feel, how you sound."

"I'm gonna, I'm close..."

"Need to hear you come, baby. Need to hear you say my name. Missed the sound of your voice so much," he moaned. Her breaths were coming in short pants and gasps as she got closer, and he was panting as well. She pictured him, rubbing his cock faster and faster, his balls getting tight as he got closer and closer to orgasm. "Come with me, baby."

"Spike!" She moaned and whimpered, and he could easily picture her face as the orgasm washed over her. It was that image he used to bring himself off, finishing nearly as soon as she did.

"When are you coming home, love?"

"Soon," she promised. "Soon."