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"Luv, get off the computer, please," Spike whined from Willow's bed. He was naked, laying on top of the covers, idly stroking his half-hard cock as he watched his lover reading her email.
Willow too was naked, sitting on her hard desk chair, squirming slightly at the itch of pleasure between her thighs. She ignored her lover, clicking on the final email message.
"Petttt," Spike whined. Willow rolled her eyes. Thirty minutes ago they had finished reading the transcript of the Blue Ralph Awards show, then spent the next twenty minutes 'celebrating'.
Willow had ended up on the floor, her ass in the air, Spike pounding his cock into her from behind. She just knew she was going to have nasty rug burns on her knees. Of course, she really didn't mind.
Concentrating on the last message, Willow began to grin. Finished reading it, she turned the monitor off and turned around to give her lover a lusty look.
Spike growled at her and she rose to her feet, shivering as desire flooded her.
"What was so damn important?" he asked testily.
"That last message was from Laure." She knelt on the bed and Spike began to suck and lick her throat. "Umm...ooh, yeah...um, where was I?"
"Don't give a shit," Spike muttered into her ear before biting the lobe.
Giggling, Willow shoved him onto his back, then straddled him and rubbed her wet cleft against his now erect cock. "Laure. She wants to thank all the readers who voted for her little smutfics and she needs our help. She's just thrilled that they deemed her worthy of five Blue Ralphs."
Spike chuckled. "Best Line, yeah, that was a great sight," he said, remembering. Willow glared at him and he quickly changed the subject. "Oh, yeah, our first time...lovely, just lovely."
Willow's eyes narrowed even farther. "Uh huh."
Spike licked his lips in desperation. "And they liked it when we went to the hotel and you tied me up."
"So, did I," Willow replied. "Maybe we should do it more often," she threatened.
"Now, Willow, pet, luv," Spike babbled, raising his hands in surrender. "I didn't touch Dru."
Willow swiveled her hips, grinding her pussy against his throbbing cock until he groaned, then replied in a sugary voice. "That's why you still have this attached."
Spike grabbed her hips, trying to raise her, but Willow dug her knees into his sides. "What the fuck does Laure want?" he yelled.
Willow gave him a mischievous grin. "She said that words can't express her gratitude for the awards...so maybe we could put on a little show."
"So now we fuck at her command?" Spike groaned.
"Well, if you REALLY don't want to..." Willow began to move off of him.
Grabbing her and growling, Spike flipped them so that he was leering over his lover. "Oh, Hell. She commands...I come...you make that cute little face and come...we all have fun. Spread your legs, luv, and hang on tight."
Willow giggled and wrapped her legs around his back as Spike thrust into her hard and fast. Pleasure swamped her and she arched her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis. As their bodies slammed together, Spike caught one of her swollen nipples between his lips and began to suckle.
Willow moaned and grabbed his ass, pressing him to her. The bed began to squeak and bang against the wall as he thrust harder and faster. His mouth continued to suck and nibble her breasts, sending her insane with pleasure.
"Spike," she wailed, drumming her heels on his back as her clit began to throb and her pussy clenched around his cock.
"Willow," he groaned against her breast as the pleasure overwhelmed his senses. Spike drove into her and exploded, filling her in hard jerks of his throbbing cock. Mindless he shuddered in satisfaction and collapsed on top of her.
"Spike," she again wailed, this time in frustration. Her body was shaking with lust, on the edge of a climax.
At her wail, Spike raised his head and gave her a wicked look. "Oh, dear, did you not come, luv?"
Willow hit him across the chest, arching her body against his in desperation.
Yawning, Spike pulled his softening cock from her grasping pussy, then rose to his knees, dislodging her legs from his hips. He grinned down on her red, twisted face and flashing eyes.
"I hate you!"
Spike scooted backwards and dropped down between her legs, his mouth only inches from her inflamed clit. "No you don't, my sweet." He forced air from his lungs and blew across her clit, sending it twitching and her legs into mini convulsions of pleasure, then looked up at her again. "But, it wasn't nice of you to say," he said in pretend sorrow. "Maybe you should apologize...and beg."
Willow gave him her own version of a growl and kicked her heels against the mattress. She held out for nearly two minutes before the throb in her pussy became too much and she babbled, "I'm sorry. I don't hate you. Please make me come. Please..."
Grinning, Spike dipped his head and touched her clit with his tongue. Willow yelled and her knees tightened around his head. He began to lap her clit, twirling his tongue around the sensitive bit of flesh.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Willow yelled and came in great shudders, nearly squeezing his head off. As her body began to relax in satisfaction, Spike gently licked her juices from her, then placed a sweet kiss on her sensitive clit. Willow whimpered in pleasure and let her legs slip down onto the bed.
Spike crawled up her body and curled up next to her to whisper in her ear. "Do you think the readers enjoyed this?"
Willow forced her eyes open and turned into her lover's embrace, replying sleepily, "Not half as much as we did."
End