Chapter 3b --- This is NC-17, and I mean it, so if you aren’t of age (or inclination), skip this section (yeah, that’ll happen …)
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Tara’s hands gripped the straps of her backpack and pushed her back against the closed door. Ever practical, Willow fumbled for the lock behind her and turned it.
She was suddenly the jam in a sandwich – not that she minded that in the least as her lover’s mouth hungrily met hers. She wound one hand into the blonde tresses and pulled Tara even closer. Tara’s tongue slipped between her lips and Willow moaned, suddenly ablaze with need.
A need that Tara played with, her hands releasing the straps, stroking up to her shoulders, then palming down over her breasts. Willow’s nipples hardened as Tara simply rested her hands there for a long moment. She could feel their warmth through her shirt and camisole, and she arched her back when Tara finally continued the caress down to her waist. Breathing heavily, Willow tried to pull her head back, but her lover refused to allow her retreat. Tara kissed hotly along her cheek and jawline as she tried to find enough air in the suddenly over-warm room.
“MMmmm, Willow for lunch,” Tara murmured in her ear. Closing her teeth on the lobe, she slipped agile fingers inside the waistband of Willow’s pants.
Willow moaned again as Tara’s mouth abandoned her earlobe to nuzzle behind her ear. She turned her head further to the side, stretching to make the skin and the underlying muscles in her neck taut. There … she wanted Tara’s hungry mouth there. Tara obliged, sliding her lips over her exposed neck in a series of searing kisses.
Willow wanted more. She ran her hands up and down Tara’s back, over her shoulders and sides. Trying through her caresses to let her lover know how much she … wanted … she was beyond wordless.
But Tara knew, and began to nibble – catching, pulling, and sucking with her teeth and lips – until Willow was quivering. Willow slid one hand down the strong back and over the firm butt. With the other, she held the blonde’s mouth against her neck.
“I know what you want, love,” Tara’s voice was a hoarse whisper, “but ….”
“Winter ….” Willow managed the one word. She felt Tara chuckle as she caught the meaning – that turtlenecks or scarves would hide any marks – then the hardness of her lover’s teeth as she sucked harder and lightly bit her neck.
“Ahhhh!” Willow moaned even louder, trembling so hard the door rattled as Tara left her first love mark. Dimly, she heard Tara echoing her passion more softly.
Then Tara-mouth released her as Tara-tongue swirled gently over the small bruise. Tara-lips kissed her skin, and tracked around so that Willow found her head being nudged up and back. Her lover slowly ran her tongue from the hollow at the base of her throat to the underside of her chin and then eased back.
Willow dropped her head and found herself looking into the hot, smoky blue of Tara’s eyes. Saw the full lips curve upwards in a mischievous smile, and gasped as hands slipped upwards beneath her shirt and cami to capture her breasts. She hadn’t even felt Tara undoing her belt and pants button, or pulling her shirt free. This, though – she definitely felt this. She gasped as Tara’s thumbs made identical stroking motions over her already hard nipples.
“Tar…” Willow’s voice trailed off as her lover lightly tongued her lips.
“Shhhhh.” Tara nuzzled her until she turned her head to the other side. “Can’t neglect this side ….”
Willow collapsed against the door and dropped her hands to the doorframe, her legs no longer able to support her by themselves. She closed her eyes as the sensations of Tara’s hands on her breasts and Tara’s mouth on her neck threatened to overwhelm her. She whimpered a little as one hand left her breast to caress her side and hip.
Tara shifted to the side slightly, at the same time giving her neck sharp little bites. On some level Willow knew that the bites were a distraction, so Tara’s hand suddenly slipping between their bellies wasn’t a total surprise. Tara-fingers played with her pants zipper, and she tightened in eager anticipation of a hand slipping back inside her pants.
Then Tara licked one spot on her neck a bit harder, and Willow arched expectantly. Muscles tensed, she still jerked back as Tara gently bit her again.
“Tara!” She half-screamed as the blonde rubbed her hand hard along the crotch seam of her pants. And she was suddenly there, the room whirling as a short sharp orgasm swept through her.
Trembling, Willow pressed against the door as Tara nuzzled her neck and now – finally – slid that hand within her pants. She wasn’t sure what was keeping her erect. It certainly wasn’t force of will – she had no will left.
Tara nuzzled her ear and asked in a soft whisper, “A little better now, sweetie?”
Willow opened her mouth to answer but instead hissed in pleasure as Tara’s fingers slipped beneath her panties.
“MMmmmm, wet Willow,” Tara sighed, and gently began to stroke her. “Just hold on and let me play a bit, hmmm?”
Willow swallowed hard – and gripped the frame of the door harder – as she spread her legs for Tara’s hand.
Tara gave a delighted chuckle and slipped a finger within her, her blue eyes watching her face. Watching as her lips parted, as her eyes narrowed to mere slits. “My Willow, so beautiful. So hungry.” Tara leaned close and kissed her lightly while adding a second.
finger.
Willow was distantly aware of the rhythmic thudding of her backpack against the door as she bucked her hips in time with Tara’s thrusts. That was unimportant. Important was Tara’s lifting her blouse and camisole until her breasts were exposed. Important, too, was the tongue that peeked between Tara’s lips as she bent down. Tara-tongue, yes, that was important … she wanted – she needed – Tara-tongue.
“Yessss!” Willow dared to release the doorframe with one hand and cradled Tara’s head as the blonde began to love her breasts. Then “Nooo,” as Tara withdrew her hand.
“Just a moment, sweetie.” She straightened, and pushed pants and panties down over Willow’s hips with little difficulty. Tara smiled lopsidedly at her. “Guess I have to get on my knees to help you get completely out of them, huh?”
As Tara knelt before her, Willow was excruciatingly aware that her lover was going to give her exactly what she wanted and needed. She looked down at the top of Tara’s head and licked her lips in anticipation.
“No, keep your clogs on, I’m going to need the extra height they give you,” Tara advised.
Willow shifted her weight from leg to leg as her lover removed the clothing and tossed it aside. She felt a little silly standing in the doorway with her bottom naked but still wearing her blouse and a backpack, and was suddenly very glad she’d locked the door. She started to shrug out of the pack, but was only halfway out of it when Tara began trailing kisses over her thighs. She stiffened as Tara licked the outer edges of her belly, following the angles of her hipbones down to her crotch. The pack hung mostly forgotten from her elbows as she once again clutched the door facing.
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the door as Tara touched her first with the tips of two fingers, then found her opening and slowly slid them inside. She slid her thumb tip forward and rested it lightly on her clitoris. Nuzzling her copper curls with her lips, Tara began a slow in-out-rub rhythm.
“Ohhhh, yes.” Willow moaned as Tara slowly licked and rubbed her center as her fingers glided in and out. She was in agony, but it was a delicious agony. Her vision narrowed to just one glowing point, and as she licked her lips she noted in a tiny corner of her mind that they’d grown chill.
Tara pressed in harder and more forcefully with both her fingers and her tongue, pushing her back.
Willow gasped and flinched as her bare behind came into contact with the cold door. But Tara was remorseless, holding her there as she continued to lick and thrust. Then, leaving her fingers inside, the blonde began to wriggle them back and forth, whipping the wetness of Willow’s cunt into a froth.
She bit her lower lip as Tara’s thumb and tongue competed over her clitoris. Caught between them, her center was being most thoroughly loved. Shaking her head from side to side, Willow felt the orgasm begin to build somewhere in the vicinity of her toes and work its way up her body.
Tara slipped a third finger within her, flicking her tongue and thumb over her clitoris rapidly.
“TARA!!!” Willow screamed as the orgasm exploded through her. Then again, “OHHH! Tarraaa!” as her lover sucked her clit hard. Her head back, she moaned loudly, a third wave sweeping through her as Tara slid her fingers in and out more slowly.
Leaning drained in the doorway, Willow slowly became aware of the weight of the backpack dragging on her arms. Releasing her grip on the doorframe, she let the pack slide down her arms to drop on the floor and leaned back against the door again. That now soothingly cool door.
She reached out and brushed her lover’s head with her fingertips, and was quickly rewarded when Tara looked up. She watched the blonde woman’s pink tongue dart out and lick the juices – her juices – from her lips.
“C’m’ere.” Willow ordered hoarsely. She moaned again as Tara complied, a sly smile on her full lips as she teasingly withdrew her fingers and stroked them over the still tender clitoris.
“Good,” Tara murmured as Willow pulled her close, “I wanted to leave you a little hungry.”
“I think with you, I’m always hungry.” She kissed the blonde’s lips, tasting herself on them. “I don’t think I can ever have enough of you – or your loving.”
Tara smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose. “Well, that was just the good night I wanted to give you last night.” Tangling a hand in the red hair. the blonde tipped her head back and kissed her softly, but firmly. “I don’t think I’m quite done with tasting you. And I know I haven’t said good morning or hello yet, but I think you’ll be more comfortable over there.” She lifted a hand and pointed at the bed, the covers already pulled down.
“Vixen.”
by Jennpurr » Sun Jul 21, 2002 10:38 pm 
Can't wait to see what happens when she finds out why. 
and how cute is tara..grabbing willow's strap and pulling her in the room...awww...ahhh...love is bliss...
I would LOVE that. And NO, you can't leave them hanging too long. Don't need a frustrated Willow and Tara. 
...wow...*trying to calm heart beat to prevent a heart attack* - how can anyone think of skipping this chapter?! all this good w/t lovin'...
at: 7/23/02 7:52:17 pm
