KISS OR KILL (6/?)
Spike's mouth moved down her neck, nipping the flesh with his blunt
teeth. She arched against him, her hands running over his chest. He
chuckled as he moved her hands to the bed, taking both in one hand.
"Keep them there pet or the game ends."
Willow's eyes widened slightly but decided to obey him. She was feeling
things she'd never felt before and she knew that he was the only one
that could stop it. She gripped the brass headboard, giving into the
sensation of his mouth on her collar bone. She heard fabric rip as cool
air sent goosebumps over her arms. She whimpered softly as Spike's mouth
found her breast. Soon, her cotton bra was clinging to her, wet from his
mouth's embrace.
"Pesky material" Spike griped, running his cold hand underneath her and
loosening the bra. "Beautiful" he said huskily as her pale breasts were
bared to his hungry eyes.
Willow felt a flush cross her skin at his words. He was just being nice,
she knew. Her breasts were rather small, especially compared to Cordelia
or Buffy. But, she was happy with them. She felt his teeth scrape her
nipple and moaned. Spike seemed to think they were fine too.
Spike smiled against her skin. She was so responsive. He was glad to see
the hair was an indicator of her fire. He moved lower, his tongue
covering her pale skin. She had freckles covering her flat stomach. He
hadn't seen anything so cute in decades. Lord, what was happening to
him? It was her, he knew. She was putting some sort of spell on him. He
heard her soft moan again and continued his journey. At least it was a
nice spell.
Willow looked down, watching the top of his blonde head. She wondered if
he knew his roots were starting to show. Perplexed for a moment, she had
to wonder who colored his hair. She almost giggled at the thought of him
going to a salon and ordering the full treatment. She gasped when she
felt his fingertips brush against her core. All thoughts of coloring and
hair went from her mind as he began to tease her through her now soaked
panties.
He could smell her arousal thick in the air. She was so wet...so
warm...so tight. His cock throbbed at the idea of sinking into her. He
felt a rush of pride knowing he would be her first man...and her last.
He stilled, wondering where that thought had come from. This was just a
one night thing. He wanted her to fall in love with him, not the other
way around. So what if she had cute freckles on her tummy...and she made
those cute little half sighs as he touched her...and she wrinkled her
nose in the cutest way when she was aroused...He roughly plunged two
fingers into her, needing to remind himself who and what he was. He
wasn't about to do something foolish like fall in lust with the slayer's
little shadow. Not him. He loved Drusilla, when he wasn't wanting to
kill her for whining about her precious damn Daddy, that was. Nodding at
his decision not to care for the girl, he began to thrust his fingers
into her.
Willow arched up, feeling him enter her. She had never even done that to
herself, though there had been some times she was tempted. She began to
ride his fingers, her cries growing as he added another finger. She
heard fabric rip again and knew her panties were destroyed. She no
longer cared. Tremors passed through her body as she began to rock
against his hand. When his thumb brushed against her clit, her world
exploded.
Spike smiled as her juices soaked his hand. He saw the shaky way she was
trying to breathe and almost laughed. Poor chit had never cum before. It
was a nice for firsts after all. "Did you enjoy that, luv?"
"Uh huh" Willow said, trying to catch her breath.
"What do you say, pet?" he said, his voice teasing as he stood.
"Thank you Spike" she said, amusement and lust in her green eyes as she
looked at him.
"Very good. My turn, Red" Spike said, unzipping his jeans. She watched
him with interest as he bared his cock. Her eyes widened as she licked
her lips. Soon, he stood before her nude. Gorgeous.