Willow woke up, feeling a coldness behind her. She whimpered as she
moved
back towards the cool. She felt an arm around her waist as she felt
lips on
her neck. She was still dreaming, she realized. It had been the most
fantastic dream with Spike and her doing things she'd only seen on
late night
Showtime. She arched back as she felt the hand lazily drift over her
abdomen.
She moaned softly as the hand cupped her breast, the lips on her neck
sucking
the flesh between blunt teeth. She felt a body move in tighter against
her
and moved back more. She suddenly opened her eyes as she felt an erection
against her ass. She heard soft murmerings from Spike as he shifted
in sleep.
Good grief. She was awake. He was really touching her like that. She
realized
she had two choice. The first was the logical one. She could get out
of bed
and act as if nothing had happened. Or, the second, more irrational
one, she
could stay and enjoy his sleeping caresses and never let him know what
had
happened.
She felt his thumb run over her hardened nipple and licked her lips.
Her
decision was made for her. She had never felt anything like this before.
Even
in sleep, he managed to arouse all of her senses. She closed her eyes,
enjoying the feel of his body cool against hers. She wondered who he
was
dreaming of....who he was touching in his dreams. She felt jealous
of his
dream lover...wished it were her he was touching with such passion.
She bit
her lip as he moved against her, his erection against her. She knew
it was
strange to be jealous when it was really her he was touching, even
if he was
unaware of it. She felt his hand drift over her breast again, squeezing
it
roughly as he moved again.
Spike heard her breathing catch and smiled against her neck. She had
been
asleep when he had first given in to his need to touch her. But, she
had
quickly woken up when he had moved in behind her. He was glad she had
decided
to feign sleep. It meant he could touch her without her even realizing
it was
her he wanted to touch. God, she smelled delicious. Vanilla and peaches
and a
scent that was all her own. He could find himself becoming drunk of
her scent
alone. He ran his tongue over her neck, tasting the saltiness of her
flesh.
He drew the flesh between his teeth, scraping it until it was slightly
reddened. He wanted to mark her so badly. Make everyone know she was
his. He
moved against her, running his hard cock against her firm ass.
He was rewarded by her small intake of breath. He twisted her silk covered
nipple between his thumb and finger. He heard her heartbeat increase
as he
roughly played with her breast. She liked it rough, he realized. Smiling,
he
bit into the back of her neck, tasting the essence of her. He lapped
at her
blood, his hardened cock throbbing against her ass. He wished she were
as
nude as he. He brought his hand down to her boxers, slipping it inside.
He
heard her gasp as he brushed his thumb over her clit. He began to rock
his
cock against her, moving against the smooth cloth covering her. He
slid a
finger inside her wetness, hearing her soft moan. He continued to suckle
from
her small wound as he began to move more rapidly. She pushed back against
him, moving against his hand. Too soon, they were both exploding. He
spilled
his seed against her, grunting as he found release. Willow groaned
out his
name as she came, her breathing ragged.
Willow felt him flop over. He groaned in his sleep, murmering to himself.
She
felt something cool and cold on the back of her boxers and knew that
he had
cum. She closed her eyes, waiting until she was sure he was back in
his
place. Then, she slid from underneath the covers and padded barefoot
to the
bathroom. She was glad that Cordelia and Angel were still asleep. She
didn't
want them to see her. She felt as if she were wearing a sign that said
wanton
woman. She had practically molested him while he was sleeping. What
was she
turning into? She had barely fought the impulse to turn around and
impale
herself on him. Ride him until they both found release and then waited
a few
minutes to begin again. She used the bathroom, cleaning herself up.
She
glanced at the boxers and ran her fingertips over the white substance
covering the back of them. She slid the fingers into her mouth, tasting
him.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. How was she suppose to face
him
knowing what they had done when he had no idea what they had done?