Kitties - this is NC 17 too.....
Chapter 5 – Rising So Fine
Slowly the warm darkness that was Tara’s room came back into focus. Willow felt her awareness trickle back, resolving itself as warmth, hard breathing, a companionable weight, a firm but soft presence within her, and a pleasant pulsing throughout her body.
“Ahhhhh,” she moaned as Tara slowly withdrew her fingers. Not really needing them any longer she nonetheless lifted her hips to draw them back. She didn’t want this - any of this - to end.
“V-v-vixen.” Tara’s voice was hoarse and thick.
She looked up into the heavy-lidded blue eyes and nodded. It was too much work to speak. She couldn’t even babble. She lifted an arm; tucking herself into the hollow, the blonde curled up against her. Her fingers tracing patterns over Tara’s beautiful back, she watched the blonde who was examining her still wet fingers. She felt Tara sigh and made an effort at speech.
“Wh-hh…?”
Tara lifted her head from its place in the crook of her shoulder. “My fingers are wrinkled.” She smiled impishly, “See?”
The accused fingers were lifted between them. And Willow could see that they were indeed wrinkled. And that they were still quite wet. As Tara spread them for view the juice that slicked them formed a tenuous connective thread before being overwhelmed by the forces of physics. Slowly, coyly, the blond licked the juice from her index finger.
She watched, stunned – and, and – aroused? How could that possibly be? She felt her lips part.
“Willow-sicle. Want some?” Tara breathed softly.
Her eyes on Tara’s face she lifted her free hand and caught the blonde’s wrist. Pulled the sticky fingers to her mouth and ran her tongue over them savoring the taste that was herself.
“Share?” Without waiting for an answer the blonde leaned forward and slid her own tongue alongside of Willow’s.
Willow forgot about trying to lick the fingers in her effort to catch Tara’s tongue with her lips. But Tara wasn’t finished. She curled her fingers into her mouth and sucked the remaining Willow juice from them. And Willow moaned as they slowly emerged from the blonde’s lips shiny and wet with saliva - just as they’d emerged slick and wet from her pussy. Pulling them out of the way she sought Tara’s lips with her own. And they kissed long and deep until at last Tara pulled away to smile down lopsidedly at her.
“What do you want, sweetie? More loving or just snuggles?”
“Either. Or both. Or, or….” Willow regretted the loss of the spell and searched the blonde’s face trying to figure out what the right answer was. “You still…..”
“Shhhhh.” Tara kissed her forehead. “I’m fine. Just buzzing like you,” and dropped her lips onto Willow’s for a series of short kisses before lifting her head again to look into her eyes.
She wanted more; she wanted the intimacy, if not the overwhelming lust of before. Gazing into her lover’s eyes it was still hard to say. She just wasn’t very practiced at this.
“Loving then, but no fingers. And snuggles too.”
Tara chuckled softly. “Snuggles – of course. And no fingers. I’ll,” she hesitated and changed her mind, “we’ll go slow this time, sweetie.” And her soft lips were back, gently kissing as she straddled Willow’s body. Slowly she lowered herself down until Willow could feel Tara-ness against her entire body. It was a warm, comfortingly solid weight that was soft and hard in all the same places. And then Tara took part of her weight back as she raised herself up on her forearms. Smiling, she rocked her hips experimentally and arched slightly as their pussies rubbed together.
And Willow remembered Tara’s brief attempt at this from earlier. Then, they’d been too driven for this to satisfy. Now, it felt amazingly good. She stroked her hands over Tara’s back and sides and rocked her hips in the same rhythm. It wasn’t a perfect contact for her; Tara had that with her legs spread – but it was very nice.
Tara lifted herself up onto her hands and Willow stroked her hands up over the blonde’s now exposed breasts. Curling upward, she caressed the nipples with her lips and tongue.
“Mmmmmmm,” the blonde moaned, and she sucked on one of the nipples. “Yes, Willow, just like that.”
Willow glowed with pride and pleasure as Tara confirmed that what she was doing felt good. She trailed her fingernails over the blonde’s back. Shifting her head, she covered the other breast with kisses. She gently loved the woman’s breasts as Tara rocked against her. It was slow, it was delicious, but Tara’s breathing hoarsened and it had to end.
Lowering herself again onto her forearms, Tara covered Willow’s face and neck with hot kisses. Nuzzling her ear, she whispered, “Open your legs.”
Willow eased her legs apart. They couldn’t move far, but it was far enough as she suddenly felt Tara’s clitoris against her own. It was only for a moment, just a brief clit kiss. She moaned into Tara’s mouth as the blonde kissed her deeply. Willow pulled Tara tight against her and together they rocked until Tara arched pushing her pelvis down. And that extra contact was all Willow needed. “Ahhhh.” It was short, pleasant, but the redhead found she wanted more.
She pulled Tara’s mouth down against hers for a hungry kiss and breathed into it. “More, please.”
“Mmmmhmmm.” The blonde agreed with a lopsided smile and slipped off her.
Willow cuddled Tara close as the woman curled up alongside her. She watched Tara’s right hand as it began to touch her lightly, featherlight touches with just her fingertips. Gently, slowly, Tara stroked her, down over her chest, but not her breasts, over her ribcage and down onto her belly, which tightened and fluttered at the almost tickle. Down over her hips onto her thighs. Up…..
She bit her lower lip and lifted her hips as the teasing fingers almost but didn’t brush her pussy. She whipped her head around at the throaty chuckle in her ear. Nose to nose she gazed into her lover’s eyes.
“Tara!”
“What?” The blue eyes were too hungry to feign innocence. “Want something?”
Willow moaned in exasperation and wriggled as Tara’s fingers continued to trail over her body, still avoiding her breasts, her pussy. Then lightly, fleetingly, she felt Tara’s tongue on her lips and the teasing fingers stroked up over one breast and began to toy with her nipple. She squirmed trying to catch the tongue and Tara pulled her fingers away entirely.
“Please!” In another moment Willow knew she was going to push the blonde over onto her back and…and….
Tara flicked out her tongue, letting Willow catch it this time. But only for a moment.
“Want my tongue, sweetie?”
Willow heard the question, felt it thunder in her head as Tara firmly stroked her, neck to crotch, with the palm of her hand, and could only whimper as it passed over her.
“Ummm, I think that might be a yes?” Tara kissed her lightly. “Do you want it alone or…” Willow felt Tara’s tongue slip between her lips and sucked it. Pulling back a hairsbreadth Tara whispered into her mouth, “….or together? You and I, our tongues …” the blonde teased her lips, running her tongue over them, “…. at the same time?”
It was more than Willow could stand. She pushed Tara over onto her back and kissed her soundly. Kissed her breathless. Finally lifting her head and torso, Willow gazed down into the amused face. “Vix….” She couldn’t complete the word as Tara lifted up and nuzzled her breasts.
“Mmmm, Willow-breast. So sweet.” Tara’s voice purred as her mouth kissed and nibbled. “But I think you want something more, don’t you, dear heart?” She lay back and looked up into Willow’s face. “I know I do.”
“Wh…..” Willow swallowed and closed her eyes as Tara’s hands traveled over her breasts. “H-how?” It just felt so good to be touching like this that she didn’t want it to end, and yet she did want more.
“It’s a little awkward, and,…..” Tara spoke softly and continued to stroke her - she was practically purring with happiness, “And I would miss being able to watch your face, but 6s and 9s would do it, sweetie.”
Of course. She knew of the concept, but Tara and her hands and mouth had apparently melted her brains. Willow blushed, embarrassed that for perhaps the first time in her life she hadn’t been able to do the math.
“So sweet.” Tara whispered and pulled her into another kiss.
Snuggling down against the blonde, Willow asked, “You like watching me?”
“Mmm, uh-huh,” Tara murmured into her ear. “Your face – when you talk, it’s so animated. Your eyebrows are never still and the way you smile …. it’s like a sunrise.” Tara paused and shifted position so that Willow was once again looking into those blue eyes. She continued softly, “When you’re aroused, your tongue does this little dance over your lips, your eyes glow ... and, and, I’m really embarrassing you, aren’t I?”
“Yes. But it’s a nice embarrassed.” Willow smiled at her lover reassuringly. “I can get used to it.”
Tara smiled back. “So, sweetie, do you want to ....?” She licked her lips in invitation.
“This is just sooo nice,” Willow tried to explain. “We can snuggle later?”
*****
“Uh-huh,” Tara affirmed, and at Willow’s nod, rolled her over onto her back. Lifting herself up over the redhead on her hands and knees, she moaned as Willow’s hands stroked up her sides over her breasts.
“This is good. I like this.”
She arched her back as Willow made a gentle assault on her nipples with her fingers. Aware that Willow’s eyes were on her face, she lifted one eyebrow in a question.
“And I like watching you too.”
“I know.” Reluctantly she removed herself from Willow’s hands and began to turn around. She was unsurprised that as her breasts passed over her lover’s face that Willow’s mouth sought and found one of her nipples. Hissing with pleasure she held still while Willow availed herself of the unintended position. She crouched over the redhead and began to tease her lover’s strawberry nipples. They were so sensitive that it was only moments before Willow moaned and opened her mouth.
“Cruel, so cruel ….” Willow gasped to a stop as Tara curled out of easy mouth reach and twirled her tongue around the deep pink flesh she held gently pinched in her fingers. She continued to gently torment Willow’s nipples until she heard the pitch of the redhead’s soft whines deepen. She forced herself not to look into the woman’s flushed face and abandoned the sweetness of Willow’s breasts.
She stroked her tongue slowly over her lover’s breastbone and then inched her way lower. With long smooth strokes of her tongue she licked the saltiness of their commingled sweat from Willow’s slim body.
It was so hard to ignore the patterns that her lover’s hands were etching into her body as her mouth traveled farther down Willow’s torso. She could see and scent her destination now and deliberately slowed down even as the redhead parted her legs. Almost she gave into Willow’s mute urgings to hurry. Instead she lightly caressed the redhead’s belly with her nipples before she inched the necessary distance and tipped her own pussy toward Willow’s mouth. Even expected as it was, she shuddered at the shock of Willow-tongue. Her hands tightened in the bedclothes as she tried not push down onto her lover’s face. She shivered in near anguish as Willow tongued her. With a sob she pulled her pussy away and lowered her head. This. This was what she wanted. Willow-tongue was simply the icing.
She slid her hands under Willow’s bottom for just a little more elevation and stroked the wet pussy with her tongue. Sweet juice flooded her mouth. It was like warm vanilla …. Custard? Or maybe melted vanilla ice cream? Just a little salty, it was everything she’d anticipated since she’d had her Willow-sicle. She stroked her tongue over the swollen lips again and then nuzzled them apart with her lips. Seeking … seeking ...
*****
Willow strangled back a scream as Tara’s tongue found her clitoris. Dimly she heard Tara whimper in reply. Such a hungry little noise it was. And then Tara’s tongue washed over her center again. Shaking her head from side to side, she twisted the bedspread in her hands and fought back another scream. The pleasure she was receiving was nearly unbearable. And she remembered that she’d given Tara this too. That she could again.
Sobbing she reached up and gripped Tara’s bottom. The blonde was just out of easy reach. It wasn’t comfortable and she doubted she’d be able to hold on long but she pulled herself up and parted Tara’s wet lips with her tongue. She flicked the blonde’s clit rapidly and felt her stiffen.
“Nnnnnngh,” Tara’s moan was loud and throaty, but muffled from her position. Willow tongued the blonde’s entire pussy eagerly. She had only one goal: to make the blonde explode in bliss before her arms gave out. And she was so close.
*****
Tara wasn’t quite certain how she managed to pull away from Willow’s voracious tongue. She definitely didn’t want to. But she also didn’t want to hurt her beautiful girlfriend. Certainly not in the physical sense of bruising her face and lips! Neither did she want to bruise her emotionally by forcing her in any way. And she was very close to doing both. She pulled away gasping and tried to catch her breath so that she could reassure her lover that all was indeed well. But a full sentence was beyond her. A word, she thought she might manage.
“S-ss-ides.” It came out as a hiss and a moan, but she put action to it and lay down over on her side. Angling a knee upwards, she pulled Willow to her.
And Willow understood.
*****
Willow had been confused, shocked even, when Tara pulled away from her loving. But the hands that guided her into the new position were encouraging. And quite strong, she realized, as the fingers clenched into the muscles of her bottom to pull her pelvis and hips into a Tara-friendly position. And she wanted to be Tara-friendly in the biggest way. Mimicking the blonde, she tucked one foot under her lower leg and angled her knee toward the ceiling. 6s and 9s on their sides, of course, it made sense now.
It was ever so slightly awkward, as Tara had said. She sighed her pleasure as the blonde’s tongue began to caress her pussy again. There was nearly zero leverage in the position except what hands on buttocks could bring to bear.
On the other hand, it was dizzyingly pleasant. Her wet pussy was humming with delight.
She pillowed her head on Tara’s inner thigh and began to tease the blonde back to the place she’d been before they’d moved.
*****
How long they’d played with each other, Tara had no idea. She’d been dimly aware of an increase then decrease in activity in the hallway outside her room. That had been hours ago. She smiled into the red hair as she kissed her lover’s head. That had been orgasms ago.
Her eyes traveled again to her window. The dark sky was just turning a beautiful rosy color, the color of Willow-lips. She smiled again at the image and closing her eyes she sighed. They’d made love for a day and a night.
*****
Willow had just come to another shuddering climax, and was curled almost purring in the circle of her lover’s arms. The loving was great, but the snuggles afterwards made it so much better. She felt Tara sigh and lifted her head.
“What, love?”
Tara opened her eyes. “It’s morning, sweetheart.”
“Already? Does that mean getting up? Well, I’m coming out firm……” Willow found herself pulled into a soft kiss, “…ly against that.”
“Shhhh,” the blonde admonished. “I just meant that we made love all night. And a lot of yesterday, too,” she added belatedly.
Willow raised her eyebrows and grinned silently as a thought scampered through her brain.
Tara poked a finger in her ribs, making her snort. “What? What’s with that wicked look?”
“Just thinking.”
“Thinking what? Tell me or I’ll tickle you again until you squeal.”
Willow remembered those feather-light touches up and down her body.
“Mmmmm, the tickling was a lot of fun the first time.”
She smiled at Tara’s mock stern look and kissed her until they were both breathing hard. Again. Smiling with eyes and mouth, she lightly kissed the woman who was hers. Wholly and completely.
“I was just thinking, ‘damn, we’re good.’”
And laughing, they decided that summed things up perfectly.
Finis
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I brought marshmallows!
by Murasaki S » Wed Jul 03, 2002 3:24 pm 
Thank you!
Soon? Please? 
I seem to have lost all concentration so my memory is a little fragmented (and well, you know, had to clean my glasses...steam and all 
I ..I ...can't speak. Willow-sickle - want one. Tara-sickle, too. I...uh...ahh..
at: 7/5/02 9:13:55 pm