"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire," Joyce sang softly, reclining back against her lover as they lounged on the couch before a roaring fire in their cozy and luxurious cabin in Steamboat Springs on Christmas Eve.
"Those aren't chestnuts you're fondling, luv," Spike growled playfully then nipped her earlobe, making her whimper.
"Are you sure? Maybe I should taste them." As she spoke, she turned, sliding down the butter soft leather on her belly, her eyes never leaving his. She watched his go hot and felt herself flush with pleasure, then dropped her eyes to his cock that was rising beneath her hands. Pressing it back against his taut stomach she lowered her lips to his heavy balls and ran her tongue around them. "Tastes kind of nutty to me," she said with a smile before sucking one into her mouth.
"Oh...shit...Joyce."
"Ummmmmm good!" She scraped her teeth along the underside and made him jerk and yelp.
There was a knock on the door and Joyce jumped up, giving him a flirty smile. "Must be the refreshments we ordered."
"Fuck that."
Darting out of the way of Spike's grabbing hands, she reached for her fluffy green robe and wrapped herself in it as she yelled, "Coming", then turned back to Spike with a grin. "Shall I open the door wide and give the waiter an eyeful?"
"Don't you dare," Spike barked, yanking a throw over his lap. "And don't give him an eyeful of you, either."
"Bossy!" Dancing over to the door, Joyce opened it and smiled at the waiter. "Just bring it in here." She noticed that, as he pushed the cart inside, he carefully kept his eyes away from the couch and the fire, the romantic trappings and the nearly nude vampire. Well-trained.
After the waiter left, Joyce lifted the lid off a tray of confections and popped a white chocolate truffle in her mouth. "You want anything?"
"You."
She grinned at his growling, deliberately ignoring him, knowing that his desire would continue to build the longer she teased he until he snapped and drove her to the floor or against the wall or over the couch and fucked her until she was boneless and whimpering. Turning to him, she picked up ladyfinger and sucked the end into her mouth, letting the cake dissolve before sucking in more until she was licking her fingers.
Spike's eyes remained riveted to her mouth and she smiled, then licked her lips of crumbs. She gave him one more moment to look, then turned and poured two glasses of wassail. As she carried them to the couch, she purposefully let her loosely tied robe slip off one shoulder, baring the curve of her breast.
Still holding the blanket over himself, Spike took the proffered glass and drained it, then set it aside. "That didn't quench my thirst."
"Well it might have if you hadn't gulped it down." She took a delicate sip and tilted her head back, letting the warm apple, beer and spices slide down her throat. When Spike reached for her again, Joyce took a step back, still smiling at him. As she shimmied, one breast slipped free, the nipple swollen with her own growing desire.
"Joyce..."
Ignoring the warning, she took another sip, then turned to set her glass down on the mantel. Before she could turn back, Spike was on her, his hands tugging her robe from her, then pressing her hands to the beveled wood.
"Hold on."
A rush of wet heat lashed through her and she moaned in anticipation. His cock was hard and wet against the small of her back and she wriggled, earning her a hard smack on one hip.
"Spread your legs," Spike hissed, his hands gripping her hips, holding her still as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her lower back.
Joyce obeyed him, closing her eyes and letting her head fall forward as she began to pant. Her womb ached and her clit throbbed and she knew he was going to drive her crazy before giving her the release she craved.
And it would be wonderful, as always.
One hand left her hip, finding her neck, forcing her down, bending her to the perfect position. The heat from the yule log burning on the hearth hit her face and breasts, raising perspiration on her skin and making her slippery. She felt the head of his cock nudge between her legs, then push into her.
Groaning as he thrust to the hilt, Spike kept her pinned, one hand on her neck, the other on her hip, her hands holding her up. It was a rare moment of domination between them, when the beast in him came out to take its mate. The groan turned to a growl and he let his face slide away, revealing the demon.
Joyce heard the growl, knew he'd changed, but felt no fear. He'd never hurt her, but the knowledge that he could sent her desire skyrocketing. He pumped into her, forcing her to her toes, his hips slapping against hers. The power and strength of the demon made him thrust harder, faster, driving her quickly to the brink before he suddenly stilled, buried deep inside her.
Whining wordlessly, Joyce tried to wriggle, her fingers digging into the mantel until her knuckles turned white. Sweat dripped off her from both the heat and her own lust. She wanted to touch herself, rub her clit until she exploded, but she knew she didn't dare lower her hand. The tiny submissive part that responded to his demon kept her in place.
Spike undulated against her, feeling the heat of her bottom pressing against the base of his cock and balls. Lowering his head, he ran his tongue up her spine, tasting her need, feeling her shudder with it. Keeping the one hand on her neck, he brought the other one up to roughly fondle her breasts, pinching the nipples between his claws but never cutting her.
Joyce moaned helplessly, writhing against him, finally begging, "Please move, please."
"Move?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm at her prim choice of words. He rotated his hips, shifting his cock inside her and feeling her muscles contract around the shaft.
"Fuck me," she screamed, begging, demanding. "Oh please fuck me!"
Yanking her head up and arching her back, Spike pulled his cock nearly out of her, then slammed it in again, over and over, listening to her babbling cries, feeling her tightening and releasing around him, as she fucked him back. His hand left her breasts and dipped between her shaking thighs, quickly finding her clit and rubbing it, his demonic finger rougher than normal, the claw scraping lightly along her labia.
Joyce went still, mouth falling open, and when the pinch came, she nearly screamed, the sound strangled by her own harsh panting. Her body shuddered violently, pleasure blasting through her as she came for what seemed forever.
Spike judged when she'd start to collapse and pounded into her, bruising her hips with the hard smacks of flesh against flesh until his own orgasm poured from him. Wrapping his arms around her to hold her up, he buried his fangs in the soft flesh between her shoulder and throat and felt her come again as he sipped her heady blood.
Carefully sliding his fangs free, he kissed the small wounds, then pulled out of her. Joyce went limp and he lifted her in his arms, carrying her over to the sofa. As he settled back against the cushions, cuddling her on his lap, she opened her eyes and gave him a silly smile.
"Best Christmas ever," Spike proclaimed.
"You say that every year."
"And I'll keep saying it because you just get more and more amazing." As Joyce lay her head on his chest, he brushed a kiss over her cheek and sighed softly, "Love you, y'know."
"I do and I love you back, my beloved demon." Her voice trailed off as she began to slip into sleep.
"My mate," he whispered reverently and held her for as the yule log slowly burned.
End