Pairing: Spike/Willow
Rating: Some NC17 would be nice ;-)
Line: "You have no idea."
Disclaimer: Joss owns them both
Summary: It's smut. No summary needed
A/N: PWP Drabble to complete my list of challenges!
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“Spike!” Willow laughed as the blond vampire kicked the door shut behind him and pushed her against the wall, his lips moving over her neck as his hands began unfasten her shirt.
“Red!” he mocked her before flashing a sexy smile and lowering his head to lick at her breasts through her pale green bra.
“Oh God,” Willow gasped as she felt his hands on her bare stomach and back, his tongue doing the most decidedly naughty things to her breasts. They’d been dating for nearly a month, agreeing to take things slow so their relationship wouldn’t entirely be about sex. Tonight, however, she had known that it was time to move things to the next level. She’d asked him back to her house and now they’d barely walked in the front door and he had her against the wall.
“Too many clothes,” Spike muttered as he pushed her skirt down to the floor, his hands moving over her bare legs before his fingers found her core. She was so hot and wet, the scent of arousal surrounding her every time they were together. It had taken all of his control not to simply forget about the getting to know you stage and sink deep inside her warmth and stay there for a century or two.
“Spike, let’s go upstairs,” Willow urged, her breath catching as his fingers slid inside her.
“Want you now..need you now,” he replied as he turned his attention back to her perky breasts.
“Excited much?” she asked breathlessly.
Spike raised his head and looked directly into her eyes as he whispered, “You have no idea.”
“Oh,” Willow decided to quit protesting and simply give in to her desire. Her hands moved beneath his T-shirt, pushing him back so she could remove it. She trailed her fingertips across his muscular chest before reaching the waist of his jeans. Cupping his erection, she squeezed, listening to his low groan.
“You’re so wet,” Spike said huskily, his fingers stretching her, getting her ready for his cock. When he heard her breathing grow ragged, he moved her hand and freed himself, thrusting into her in one push. She cried out as her head fell forward, her nails digging into his back as he began to fuck her hard.
“Spike,” she began to babble his name as his thrusts sent her into the wall, her muscles tightening around him as she felt a familiar tension between her thighs. She came with a whimper, her nails digging into his bare back as her orgasm rocked through her body. She felt him sink deep inside her, his fangs piercing her neck as he flooded her with his seed.
Willow smiled at her lover when he finished licking her neck and raised his head to look at her with a satisfied smile, telling him, “Let’s go to bed, Spike.”
*the end*