STRAWBERRIES


Willow walked into 'their' room. She saw the blindfold waiting for her. In the beginning, she had seen it as her means of freedom. Now, she saw it as the thing keeping her from what she wanted most. She knew her shadow man was Spike. She had figured it out her second night with him. She had her him say luv in that sexy tone she knew so well. The next morning, he had left. She had decided it that he must have a reason for not telling her. She had played his game. Now, two weeks later, she wondered just how much longer she could play. When they researched, her body ached for his touch. She knew she was always watching him, trying to be discreet. She only hoped he had not noticed. How could he? He never looked at her. He had continued acting as though nothing had changed. For him, it may not have. For her, she just couldn't forget the feelings that he brought on her. The desire, the passion, the need. He was always in her thoughts. She put the blindfold on, having perfected the task the last week. She stripped and laid on the bed. He would be here soon.

Spike walked into the room and paused. She had beat him here. He had gone for a bite thinking she wouldn't be here until 9pm. He liked to watch her undress. He liked to watch her do anything. Had since he had returned to Sunnydale. When the wolf had broken her heart, it had taken all his control not to gut him. She was so beautiful. So perfect. And here, in this room, she was his. He wondered how she would react if she knew who was making her feel such emotions. She'd probably run for the slayer and he'd find himself a pile of dust. No. He would never reveal himself to her. Right now, in her eyes, he was perfect. He never wanted to see the hurt and disappointment in her eyes he knew he'd see if she knew that it was only him. Her enemy. He slowly stripped down and headed to the bed. To his love.

Willow felt the bed move as he joined her.

"I'm hungry" he whispered.

She felt something against her lips. She opened her mouth and tasted cream cheese. She took a bite. It was a strawberry. The gesture was repeated. This time with a different piece of fruit. He continued the feeding, getting more demanding and messy with each one. Pretty soon, she had fruit juice dripping down her chin and cream cheese dip smeared all over her lips. She raised her hand intending to wipe her mouth and chin clean. She found it held down. Confused, she waited. Spike straddled her, sitting gently on her abdomen, as he held her hands above her head. Leaning over, he began to lick and suck on her chin and lips until all signs of fruit and dip had disappeared. The familiar warmth began to spread through her body once again.

Still sitting on her stomach, he reached for another strawberry, and immersed it into the cream cheese dip. This time, he took the fruit, starting at her neck and slowly moved down, leaving a trail of pink cream behind it. He slowly encircled one breast, then moved it upward to completely cover her nipple in cream. When all the cream was removed from the strawberry, he sucked on the end, holding it in his teeth. He leaned over for Willow to take it from him into her mouth. Their lips and teeth made contact, the strawberry bitten in half during the kiss.

After Spike swallowed his portion of the fruit, he again licked her body clean, following the trail of tip to her taut erect nipple. Next, he selected a juicy, round grape, completely covering it with the white, sticky cream. He continued where he left off, bathing the other nipple and trailing down to bury the grape in the crook of her navel. Again, his lips and tongue set her on fire as he assaulted her second nipple and pillaged the grape from its resting place, leaving no trace of its existence.

Spike selected another strawberry, a big fat juicy one. No longer sitting on her stomach, he started at her belly button and began to spread the cream downward, causing her stomach to contract and flutter, until the strawberry was resting directly on her clit. Agonizingly, he slowly spread the cream in circles, unmercifully teasing, even stooping so low as to obtain a second helping of dip to ensure a thick and complete coverage.

Dipping the fat end of the strawberry into more of the cream, Spike centered it against Willow's moist and eager opening. Pushing it in, spreading her lips wide open, he poised the fruit right on the edge, keeping from being sucked inside as well as from being pushed out. It was positioned just perfectly to keep her open and wanting, each flex of her pussy causing a drop of strawberry juice to trickle down across her lips to stop in a pool at her anal opening.

"Don't let anything happen to that strawberry, Willow. It had better be there when I'm ready for it." he threatened playfully. She wished she could see his face.

Willow sucked in her breath when Spike's tongue began to move downward from her navel, slowly licking across her mound and centering finally on her buried clit. It only took a second for him to uncover it, as his wet mouth and tongue completely engulfed it. Withing moments, Willow was hurled into the throes of a phenomenal orgasm. The poor strawberry becoming mush as violent contractions swept through her body. Spike wasted no time in gobbling down what was left of the strawberry, marvelling at the exotic flavor achieved by the mingling juices. His tongue dived deep inside, making sure every last drop was accounted for.

"Please" Willow begged...."I need you" she caught herself before she said his name.

He wasted no time. He entered her, replacing the strawberry that had been there just moments before. He pumped into her hard and fast. She matched him rhythm for rhythm. Soon, they were both moaning in release. He calling her name. She biting her lip to refrain from saying his. He collapsed on top of her, careful to keep his weight on his arms. He reluctantly pulled out of her. He started to get up when he heard her whisper.

"Please....hold me."

After a few moments, Willow thought he hadn't heard her. Soon, she felt the bed move. He laid down beside her and pulled her into his arms. She sighed as she felt the comfort of his embrace. It was getting much harder to play this game. To act as though it was just sex. She didn't know how long she could continue this. Sighing again, she closed her eyes.

When she woke up, he was gone. She felt tears at the corner of her eyes.

"I will not cry. He isn't worth it." She said angrily. She saw the note.

Willow-----Until next time.....remember me

She closed her eyes and let the tears fall. She couldn't forget.
 

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