Site: Kiss or Kill http://members.fortunecity.com/kissorkill
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Rating: R
Summary: Willow makes a Sundae…yeah, it's PWP!
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A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've written Spillow! Here is, hopefully, a tasty little treat :)
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"Damn it, Red, let me go," Spike growled as he pulled at the velvet tying him to the bed. Normally, the fabric would rip easily, but his wicked little witch had performed one of her silly little spells and now the sensuous material was impervious to his strength. He glared at the beautiful redhead when she merely giggled at his growling, his blue eyes narrowing as he saw the mischievous smile crossed her lips.
"Don't be a growly bear," Willow teased as she surveyed her handiwork. She had strengthened the velvet before tying Spike up, knowing him well enough to know that his first reaction at being tied up was to free himself. He wasn't fond of confinement and had a dislike of bondage that stemmed from the early days of his turning and Angelus' fondness for causing him pain. Over the three years they'd been romantically involved, he had slowly opened up to allowing her to tie him up during sex, but it definitely wasn't his favorite activity. She knew he loved her and trusted her and didn't mind giving up control and allowing her to take control, just as she didn't mind letting him take control occasionally. Tonight, she'd not asked permission to tie him up. She'd woken up and seen him sleeping, looking so handsome with his bleached blond hair falling across his forehead and his lips curved into a soft smile as he dreamed, and she'd found herself merely watching him as he slept. After spending an hour simply looking at her lover, touching him lightly on the chest and brushing soft kisses on his neck, she'd found herself with the wicked urge to play.
Willow was familiar with those wicked urges, having them often since becoming involved with Spike. He was completely open sexually, willing to fulfill any fantasy as well as coming up with many naughty fantasies of his own, so she knew he wouldn't mind waking up to satisfy her craving. Besides, it was her turn to do some teasing. It was only fair, after all. They had spent hours that evening making love, Spike teasing her with his tongue and hands and lips, causing her to beg over and over just to feel him inside her. He had used the velvet on her, securing her arms above her head in a position that was comfortable, before he'd begun his assault on her body and senses. Unlike the blond vampire, she had no problems with bondage, rather enjoying the opportunity to give her lover complete control and letting him know she trusted him.
However, she wasn't particularly fond of begging. He knew she resented having to beg, having to plead with him to give her what she needed, and he loved pushing her to that point and hearing the needy words falling from her lips. The feeling always faded as soon as he entered her, her dislike of begging nothing compared to the way he fit inside her, to the pleasure he caused, and she'd soon be begging all over again. Tonight, though, he'd been in a particularly playful mood, teasing and touching until she'd been practically crying with need. She knew he hadn't intended to cause such an emotional reaction, but the tears had silently fallen when he'd finally thrust into her, her body exhausted from the numerous orgasms he'd given her before finally giving her what she wanted desperately: himself. They'd fallen asleep soon after, Willow snuggled against him, her body covered in sweat and release. When she'd woken to find him sleeping, looking so much like an innocent angel, she'd felt a need to be devilish.
That was why he was now secured to the bed with black velvet, a material she knew that he found sensual and erotic, having felt it against her own flesh numerous times as well as using it on his own sensitive areas. He was glaring at her, his full lips curved into a sulky pout that never failed to get her juices flowing, and his brilliant blue eyes were flashing with anger and desire as he stared at her. Willow studied him for a moment, her green eyes looking into his, a silent exchange occurring between the two lovers before she slowly smiled. He was going to be okay with this, though she had a feeling that he would definitely be paying her back for this, that thought causing a fresh wave of arousal to spread over the redhead. She ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes lazily moving over his nude body as she purred, "I'm hungry and I wanna play."
"Willow," he only managed to say her name before he moaned as her hand touched his leg. Her fingernails grazed his pale flesh as her lips twisted into a naughty smile that he knew all too well. "Bloody hell," he cursed huskily as her fingers reached his cock. He arched off the bed towards her warm hand, his eyes narrowing to slits as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He'd forgive her for tying him up if she'd just touch him, he decided, his cock having begun to harden after he'd seen the playful look in her eyes, and, though he'd never admit it, from the feel of the velvet rubbing against his wrists and ankles. His hatred of being tied up had begun to fade after being with Willow, the horrible and painful memories of that act being replaced by the memories of Willow teasing him and giving him so much pleasure. Now, he found it rather erotic and loved giving his lover control. Spike gasped when he felt something cold suddenly envelope his aching cock. Blue eyes flashed open, his brow arching when he saw that Willow was now sitting beside him. He looked from her to his cock, seeing that the cold substance appeared to be ice cream.
"Is it very cold?" Willow asked curiously as she covered his cock in vanilla ice cream. She saw him react to the cold, his cock softening slightly.
"Freezing," he muttered crossly, refusing to ask what she had planned.
"Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you're sulking?" she mused as she moved her hand ever so gently against his hardness. Her voice lowered as she said, "I get to so wet every time you pout, Spike. The way your lips curve into that sullen sulk, it's just so fucking arousing."
"I don't sulk," he denied even as her words and hand caused him to forget about the freezing ice cream and he felt himself starting to harden again.
"Sure you don't," she agreed in a slightly mocking voice before she leaned over and ran her tongue along his pouting lips, sucking his lower lip into her mouth and nibbling on it. She pulled back and smiled before turning her attention back to the area between his thighs. "You look good covered in ice cream, love."
Spike watched through desire filled eyes as she leaned over and removed something from beside the bed. It was then he noticed the small cooler that they used for picnics. The devious minx had planned this, he realized, a proud smile crossing his lips as he waited somewhat eagerly for her next action. Willow was holding a can of whipped cream, something they had enjoyed several times in the past. She shook the can, her breasts bouncing slightly from the action. He saw her nipples harden as his eyes moved over her naked body, her lips curving into a slight frown as she gave him a look.
"Stop that," she warned, squeezing her thighs together as she readied herself for the next ingredient for her Spike sundae.
"Stop what?" he asked innocently, his eyes continuing to blaze a path over her bare flesh.
"Spike!" she rolled her eyes before smiling slightly, "I suppose I could always have *crushed* nuts with my Spike sundae."
Spike felt her hand gently caress his balls before she squeezed slightly, putting emphasis on the word crushed. With a soft growl, he stopped ogling her breasts and focused on what she was doing. He at least knew she had plans to turn him into a sundae. He struggled at the velvet as he watched her spray the whipped cream on top of the melting ice cream that surrounded his cock, getting some on her breasts. She ran her finger over her nipple and then sucked the whipped cream into her mouth, letting him see her tongue moving along her finger and giving him a heated look before she licked her lips. His eyes moved along the bit of whipped cream that was still on her breast, his tongue running along his lips as he could practically taste the whipped cream mixed with the taste of Willow.
Willow watched him out of the corner of her eye, pleased to see him struggling against the velvet and staring at the dollop of whipped cream she'd deliberately left on her breast. She placed the can of whipped cream back in the cooler and removed the bottle of fudge. She said the words to a warming spell and then turned back to look at the sundae she was creating. She slowly poured the hot fudge over Spike's cock, watching it mix with the melting ice cream and whipped cream.
This was a big old mess and she'd definitely be replacing the sheets, but she was enjoying the idea of creating a Spike sundae. True, she didn't think she'd be able to wait much longer before she stopped playing and simply sunk down onto his ready cock, but she was having fun teasing him. She watched his body arch at the feeling of the hot fudge dripping over his cock, her eyes moving over his slender frame, seeing the muscles in his arms and chest tense as she moved the hot fudge over his flat stomach and ribs before moving it back over his cock. When the jar was empty, she tossed it in the cooler. With a playful smile, she pulled out a cherry from a jar and placed it on the tip of Spike's cock.
"God, you look delicious," she muttered before she removed the cherry and sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes caught his as she ate the cherry, the air crackling with electricity and desire as she used her tongue on the piece of fruit before eating it. It was time to stop playing.
Willow leaned over and moved her tongue over his length, tasting Spike mixed with ice cream, whipped cream, and hot fudge syrup. She groaned as she began to suck his cock, listening to his soft moan as he arched up into her warm and wet mouth. Her tongue moved over his flesh, licking him and teasing him, her lips sliding over his length. She sucked on his head, gently grazing her teeth along his sensitive flesh, rewarded with a soft whimper from her lover. Her hand caressed his balls, squeezing and playing with the twin sacks of flesh as she enjoyed her Spike sundae.
Spike was pulling against the charmed velvet as Willow sucked his cock. He wanted to touch her, struggling against the material as he moved into her sweet mouth. Finally, he said, "Please, Willow."
Willow let his cock fall from her mouth with a soft plop, her eyes catching his as she moved to straddle him. She moved her wetness against his leg as she licked his stomach, tasting the hot fudge sauce and making the appropriate noises to cause him to harden even more against her stomach. Her tongue moved into his belly button before slowly moving up his ribs, her body following until she was positioned over his cock. She teased him, moving her soaking cunt over his cock as she nibbled on his nipples and licked his chest.
"Please," he begged, his eyes catching hers. She smiled softly before she kissed him passionately, her hand holding his cock as she slowly began to move against him. He whimpered as the head of his cock pushed past her swollen lips and entered her wet pussy, the heat surrounding him as she raised and then lowered herself, taking him even deeper. Finally, he was completely inside her. She stayed like that, with him completely buried inside her, as they kissed. Slowly, she began to move, her lips leaving his as she moaned. "Bloody beautiful," he whispered as his eyes moved over her face.
"Love you," she moaned as she squeezed her muscles around his cock as she raised herself. She sunk down with a soft whimper and continued to repeat the action, watching as he continued to struggle against the velvet. With a few words, she released the spell, listening as the velvet was ripped. His lips claimed hers as he sat up, his hands going to her hips. He raised her and lowered her, his body arching into her, his lips covering her face with kisses before he began to lick the claiming bite on her neck. Willow leaned back, adjusting herself as he sat up, feeling his cock go even deeper as his lips finally removed the whipped cream from her breast. Her right hand tangled in his soft blond hair, her left clutching the blanket for support as they fucked.
She felt her release approaching, wanting Spike to come with her. She pulled his head back and kissed him roughly, biting his lip as she tightened her muscles around his cock. His thrusts became more savage as he pushed her against the bed, roughly entering her, moving against her clit with each thrust. The world was soon exploding as she released his mouth and came with a soft cry, her fingernails digging into his back as he thrust into her. He whimpered as he came, biting her shoulder as his seed spilled inside her.
Willow took a few much needed breaths as they lay together, hearing him purr softly as he nuzzled her neck. She kissed his shoulder, her hands moving along his back as she sleepily smiled. He raised his head and gave her a smile before kissing her. When he released her mouth, she moved her hand along his cheek.
"You look sleepy, luv," Spike said with a tender smile. He sat up and pulled the blanket off the bed, not wanting to sleep in the melted ice cream mess that had been made. Luckily, the sheets beneath were clean, though they wouldn't be once he and Willow laid back down. They could be washed, he decided, not wanting to take the time to shower. Willow crawled back to the head of the bed, waiting until he was laying down before snuggling against him. He pulled the sheet over them and held her, listening to her breathing as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Once she was sleeping, he finally closed his eyes, following her into a peaceful sleep.
***THE END***