With Spike’s Help
Spike’s hands slid down her forearms to settle lightly over her hands. He leaned forward so that his pelvis was nestled against her bottom and his chest was pressed against her back. For some reason he breathed in soft spurts against her neck creating goose bumps along its path. The heat surrounding them made Buffy flushed and left droplets of moisture along her forehead.
“That’s it, Luv, spread those legs wide,” Spike whispered into her ear.
She followed his directions, not once thinking of disobeying his commands.
“Now, use your hand to put it in,” Spike said. “Ah, yes, just like that…”
“I’m doing okay?” She asked, tremulously since this was her first time. “Not too much is it?”
“No, you’re a natural,” he groaned, dropping a kiss on her neck. His hand covered hers to stop her motions. “That’s it…it’s just right. Now take the oil, put just a little in the palm of your hand.”
She did then let him guide her motions.
“Gently now…coat those plump, luscious breasts with it.”
“Ooh, Spike, it feels icky,” Buffy complained.
His fingers entwined with hers, helping her to finish spreading the warm, golden fluid all over skin that was pink from their ministrations. Buffy sighed because what they were doing was more than all right. It was just wonderful in her opinion.
“Perfect,” he whispered, letting her know he thought so too. “Absolutely perfect.”
She leaned back against him as they stared down at their handiwork. Pride filled her as she stared down at her first Christmas turkey prepared by her hand.
~~~The End~~~
