Hey there kittens, thank you so much for your wonderfully kind words. I hope that this was worth the wait.
Thanks,
Diana
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Title: Heat Wave
Part: 5
By: The Pineapple Head
Pairing: Tara/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own them. If I did, I wouldn’t even bother booting my computer. Hell, what would I need a computer for?
Premise: Smut, smut and more smut.
Dedication/Inspiration: The girl who inspired this knows who she is, if not how much she inspires me and all the talented writers on the Pens board. Thank You.
Personal Note: I hope you don’t mind that there really isn’t much of a plot to speak of.
Feedback: More Please. I like it. I love it. I want it. I need it. Give it to me....NOW.
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Special Nod: To IttyBittyKitty, I hope you’re feeling better sweetie....being sick sucks.
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Nothing but silence could be heard from the master bedroom of the Summers residence. After their interlude in the kitchen, Willow and Tara actually managed to clean everything up, while they were waiting for their take out order to arrive, eat and shower again, for purely non-sticky reasons, of course. By the time all of that was over, sleep once again claimed them.
Before she could even open her eyes, Willow took a deep breath, taking in everything that was her lover. The scent that washed over her with such intensity, the taste that she would know 100 lifetimes from now, the face that was the centerpiece of countless dreams, the voice that sent her flying and brought her back down to earth and the feel of her body pressed against her, fitting so perfectly.
Resting her hand on the warm flesh of Tara’s belly, Willow snuggled herself closer to her girlfriend. The idea of spending forever embracing this woman was all she could dream of at times, the idea of belonging to someone and having that mirrored back. Her entire life she never belonged, never quite had anything to call her own, after all the drama and mishaps, she would be sure to never let Tara go again.
Letting her hand creep down lower, cupping Tara’s mound, Willow could feel the wetness of those full lips on her fingertips. Giving a gentle, yet insistent squeeze, Willow rocked her hips forward, trying to coax her love out of her present slumber. The arm that cradled Tara’s body was also joining in the fun, as Willow dragged her nails from low on Tara’s tummy, over it’s delicious curve, between the valley of her breasts, taking their full weight in her palm.
The red head’s efforts were not lost on the blonde goddess in her arms, who was currently enjoying Willow’s ministrations. Reaching out, she traced her way down to the hand that was teasing her awake, gliding between each digit with her own. Tara rolled her hips back against her lover and pressed Willow’s fingers harder into her warmth as they rolled forward again. Their bodies moved together as a single unit, an instrument of harmony, desire, lust and love.
Tilting her head back, Tara took the top of Willow’s ear between her lips, biting down hard enough to earn her a moan. Returning the favor, the butterfly kisses that Willow were placing on Tara’s shoulder were replaced by her own teeth claiming her skin. The energy surged between them, from their mouths, their fingertips, their hips, the blood racing through their veins, to the wetness and heat that flowed from their most private of treasures.
“God, Willow...” Tara exhaled in barely a whisper.
“Baby you feel so good...so wet.”
“You make me wet.”
“How do I do that?” Willow asked, grinding her hips harder.
“It’s the way you touch me.....ahhhhh,” Tara sighed, squeezing her eyes shut.
“I couldn’t keep my hands off you. I couldn’t stand to be away from you.”
“I would dream about this when we were apart. Your hands on my body and what your mouth feels like....the way you taste and I would wake up soaked.”
“How soaked?”
Tightening her grip on Willow’s hand, it slid further between her sopping wet folds. Tara’s hips gravitated towards the probing digits, drawing them closer to her greedy entrance. Gliding just close enough and pulling away, prolonging the gloriously torturous sensations.
“The sheet would stick to my naked skin,” she sighed arching her back, her nipple brushing the palm of Willow’s other hand. “and my hand would drift down to find my pussy pulsing and flooding.”
“Sounds absolutely terrible. What did you do about that?”
Tara continued to guide Willow’s hand through the heat, “I would imagine your fingers, making their way through my curls, sliding over my clit, down to my entrance and teasing me until I thought I’d go insane. Only you could make me that wet and get me that hot. Then I would travel that same path with my own hand, running the other over my breasts, squeezing the my nipples so hard I would scream out between gasps of breath.”
“Is there anything else that you imagined me doing to you?” Willow asked, firmly tugging Tara’s clit between two fingers and one nipple with another two fingers.
Tara’s blue eyes became darker, as her desire began to take it’s toll. Crying out in ecstasy, the blonde could barely get the words out. “Oh god Willow, please fuck me.”
Willow didn’t consider herself to be a sadist, but she loved listening to her lover beg, knowing that she controlled her pleasure. Twisting the oversensitive flesh just a little more, eliciting a low and primal growl. Then licking the side of Tara’s neck in a long, broad stroke, much in the way her evil counterpart her done to her, Willow sucked the pulse point and scraped her teeth against the newly forming bruise.
“What is it that you want me to do baby?” Willow asked ever so sweetly, running circles around the other girl’s clit.
“Please Willow, I need you to fuck me,” her desperation growing by the second.
“How would you like me to fuck you baby?” Drawing her lover out more, she switched the directions of the circles, making them wider and closing in again on her clit.
“I don’t care if you use your mouth, your hands, tongue or fingers, just please make me come and don’t stop, whatever you do, don’t stop.” Tara thrusted her hips, trying to get more friction against the fingers tormenting her body.
Willow wasn’t about to make this easy on Tara and was going to make this last as long as she possibly could. She knew her girlfriend’s body as well as her own and used that knowledge to her advantage. Sliding her fingers to her entrance, she circled it and teased the opening with two fingers.
Tara was on the brink of madness when Willow finally crept inside of her body. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as the two probing digits fully penetrated her lover. Scraping against the inner walls, she withdrew them, only to trace the full length of Tara’s pussy with feather light touches.
Bucking and twitching under Willow’s caresses, Tara cried out in frustration. “God Willow, please don’t tease me.”
That hand made it’s way to Willow’s eager mouth and she sucked Tara’s essence clean off one of her fingers. Offering that same hand to her girlfriend, Willow replied, “want some?”
Tara wasted no time devouring the proffered finger, sinking her teeth into Willow’s flesh, leaving nothing left behind. “Please baby,” she begged again, her voice husky with desire.
The redhead tickled the swollen outer lips briefly, before finding the source of Tara’s heat and wetness. The gasps and cries that Tara emitted were more than enough to encourage her to fill her completely with two fingers. Grating against that sensitive inner wall again as she exited, she plunged inside fast and deep.
Throwing her head back onto Willow’s shoulder, Tara moaned out in satisfaction at what the other girl was doing to her. Despite the fact that she was hurt and betrayed when she left, she never stopped wanting Willow or missing their lovemaking. Each time they came together, she wanted to savor it and remember every moment and every touch.
Willow relished in the fact that more of Tara’s beautiful, creamy neck was exposed to her. She latched on, sucking and biting with a incredible passion and longing. This was sure to leave another mark on the shy wiccan’s body and that thought only made her suck harder. Intent on flooding her with more sensation then she could handle, her fingers never stopped tweaking, teasing and squeezing the rock hard nipples in her right hand. Rocking her own pussy against Tara’s tight ass, she increased the speed of the fingers thrusting inside of the blonde.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh....” was the only sound Tara could making in between ragged breaths.
“Come on baby.”
“Harder Willow...harder!” she cried.
Adding a third finger at her request, their hips moved with more determination and fervor. Tracing her thumb over Tara’s engorged clit, it jumped at the contact and Willow began circling again. She knew her lover was close and fucked her harder and faster, as her three fingers continually retreated and sank into her warm depths.
“Tara, baby, do you wanna come for me?”
“Oh God Yes......please....yes......Willow, make me come...please,” her voice breaking and full of desperation.
Tara’s sweat soaked body began to tease, her thighs trembling in anticipation. She couldn’t concentrate on any one feeling coursing through her body. Not her sopping wet cunt, the three fingers pushing in and out of her pussy, the thumb that assaulted her clit in calculated strokes or the nipples that Willow alternated between.
It was all becoming too much for her to handle. With one final plunge, Tara fully lost herself and give into her orgasm, screaming her lover’s name so loudly, it almost startled Willow. When the crushing contractions subsided enough for Willow to withdraw her fingers, her focused her full attention onto Tara’s clit.
“Baby, no....can’t take anymore,” Tara sobbed.
Willow circled clockwise, then counterclockwise, clockwise, then counterclockwise, the blonde simply could not fight the pleasure ripping through her body. “Just a little bit more baby.”
Pinching the hard nub between her thumb and index finger with a strength her small frame clearly betrayed, Tara was once again convulsing and shuddering in orgasmic bliss.
“OH GOD WILLOW!!!!!”
“That’s my girl. Come back to me Tara.” Willow’s voice soft and soothing.
Tara’s blue eyes were now squeezed shut, as she tried to reconcile her decent back down to earth. Each breath she took was labored and harsh, her chest rising and falling with great force.
Willow wrapped one arm around her lover’s waist, brushing the damp hair off Tara’s forehead with her other hand. Both of their sweat covered bodies were pressed so tightly together, neither of them could determine where they separated, they were truly one.
“How do you do that to me?” Tara asked, as her breathing returned to normal.
“Don’t know,” Willow responded sounding almost sleepy, but desire evident in her voice. “You do the same thing to make. Taking me places I never dared to dream I could go or conceive of. I just know that you’re the person I wanted to go there with.”
“I love you so much Willow.” her voice on the verge of tears.
“Shhhhhhh. Baby, don’t cry. I love you with my entire soul. I have no choice, you own it. There is nothing is this world that could make me not love you.”
The two women held onto each other tightly, their soft breaths filling the room, as sleep claimed them.
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I want to lay down on your shoulder
Just inside your arm
I want to listen to your heartbeat
And your breathing on and on
I want to lay down on your shoulder
Surrender to the peace
And just go to sleep
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Everyone in the house had heard that I was the "sex consultant" . I think they imagined that meant I stood over Gina and Jennifer with a riding crop, snapping, "Deeper , Harder, A Little to the Left!"
Susie Bright on the premiere of BOUND
Edited by: The Pineapple Head at: 1/11/03 10:29:09 am
by MadeinNZ » Mon Aug 19, 2002 10:36 pm 
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Please let the roomie and her g/f stay gone...
That was H-O-T...I wouldn't mind cooking if that were what actually happened in the kitchen...I mean I-CHI-WA-WA 
ray
-Viv-
THUDS, drooly faces and fabulous compliments, I can't thank you enough. I am continually flattered by your kind words. 
