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Sweet Torture (Willow/Spike)
Title: Sweet Torture
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Willow/Spike
Author: Emmy
Rating: Adults Only/NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story. Willow and Spike belong to Joss Whedon et. al.; no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Some Spillow smut written for PurpleFeen. Can't really expand past that ... it's short smut.
Word Count: Around 513.
Distribution: Emerald Illusions, my LJ, and any group/lj community/website I post it to. All others please ask first.
Warning: PWP; strong sexual content.
Feedback: Yes, please. Make me smile. :)
Author's Notes: Thanks to Femail for reading this over for me. Also, {{hugs}} Feen.
***
She was exquisite, his Red. Beautiful, fiery, passionate . . . the poet inside of him could think of so many, many ways to describe her. But, it was seeing her like this -- her eyes closed, her lips parted, her hands gripping the sheets as her breath came out in harsh pants -- that almost made him come undone. She was absolutely perfect, and she was his. Only his.
Spike's tongue darted out again, flicking her clit back and forth as his fingers thrust in and out of her pussy. She was close and he knew it. He had kept her on edge for so long now, had denied her release until she was left quivering in sheer need. He would let her come this time, he decided, if she asked him nice enough. Curling his fingers inside of her, his demon crowed in triumph when she gasped his name, need clear in her voice. She wanted him, no one else, just him. He pressed a finger to that hidden spot inside of her, bringing her even more pleasure, and she bucked against his hand.
She was begging now. The pleas fell off of her lips as though begging came as naturally to her as breathing. His aching cock twitched at the thought, and he had to force himself to continue his game, had to force himself not to take her right then. He could wait. He could wait forever if he had to. Somehow, though, he didn't think Willow would last that long.
"Spike, please!" she cried in frustration. "Please. Please let me come."
He sucked her clit into his mouth, chuckling softly. Pulling back, he looked up at her once more, and curled his fingers again. "Let you come? Why, luv? Why should I do that? Torturing you this way is . . . just so much fun."
"Spike, please," she tried again. "I want you to take me, fuck me, please."
"Love it when you talk dirty, pet," he said as he lowered his lips to her once more.
She thrust her hips against his mouth as he began teasing her clit the same way he'd been doing for over an hour. His witch was so beautiful, and he knew he was damn lucky to have her. She cried out his name yet again, and he finally gave in, allowing her the release she so desperately needed. He bit down on her clit with blunt teeth -- gentle pain, she called it -- and Willow came hard, screaming for him.
He loved watching her come, loved seeing her caught up in the rapture of complete bliss, the expression on her face reminding him of why he tried to keep her in this state as much as possible. He grinned when she glanced down at him, her body still quivering. "Feel better, luv?"
Her eyes darkened. "Spike," she whispered, "more . . . more, please."
His grin widened as he kissed his way up her body before settling himself between her legs. "Always, Red," he said as he thrust his cock into her. "Always."
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Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Willow/Spike
Author: Emmy
Rating: Adults Only/NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story. Willow and Spike belong to Joss Whedon et. al.; no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Some Spillow smut written for PurpleFeen. Can't really expand past that ... it's short smut.
Word Count: Around 513.
Distribution: Emerald Illusions, my LJ, and any group/lj community/website I post it to. All others please ask first.
Warning: PWP; strong sexual content.
Feedback: Yes, please. Make me smile. :)
Author's Notes: Thanks to Femail for reading this over for me. Also, {{hugs}} Feen.
***
She was exquisite, his Red. Beautiful, fiery, passionate . . . the poet inside of him could think of so many, many ways to describe her. But, it was seeing her like this -- her eyes closed, her lips parted, her hands gripping the sheets as her breath came out in harsh pants -- that almost made him come undone. She was absolutely perfect, and she was his. Only his.
Spike's tongue darted out again, flicking her clit back and forth as his fingers thrust in and out of her pussy. She was close and he knew it. He had kept her on edge for so long now, had denied her release until she was left quivering in sheer need. He would let her come this time, he decided, if she asked him nice enough. Curling his fingers inside of her, his demon crowed in triumph when she gasped his name, need clear in her voice. She wanted him, no one else, just him. He pressed a finger to that hidden spot inside of her, bringing her even more pleasure, and she bucked against his hand.
She was begging now. The pleas fell off of her lips as though begging came as naturally to her as breathing. His aching cock twitched at the thought, and he had to force himself to continue his game, had to force himself not to take her right then. He could wait. He could wait forever if he had to. Somehow, though, he didn't think Willow would last that long.
"Spike, please!" she cried in frustration. "Please. Please let me come."
He sucked her clit into his mouth, chuckling softly. Pulling back, he looked up at her once more, and curled his fingers again. "Let you come? Why, luv? Why should I do that? Torturing you this way is . . . just so much fun."
"Spike, please," she tried again. "I want you to take me, fuck me, please."
"Love it when you talk dirty, pet," he said as he lowered his lips to her once more.
She thrust her hips against his mouth as he began teasing her clit the same way he'd been doing for over an hour. His witch was so beautiful, and he knew he was damn lucky to have her. She cried out his name yet again, and he finally gave in, allowing her the release she so desperately needed. He bit down on her clit with blunt teeth -- gentle pain, she called it -- and Willow came hard, screaming for him.
He loved watching her come, loved seeing her caught up in the rapture of complete bliss, the expression on her face reminding him of why he tried to keep her in this state as much as possible. He grinned when she glanced down at him, her body still quivering. "Feel better, luv?"
Her eyes darkened. "Spike," she whispered, "more . . . more, please."
His grin widened as he kissed his way up her body before settling himself between her legs. "Always, Red," he said as he thrust his cock into her. "Always."
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