Part 3 - "Work Of Art" NC17
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Five hours ago. I found Willow in the library, five hours ago. I found her hovering over a textbook, staring at it absently, her concentration on everything but studying. Five hours since I told her about the Initiative taking Oz. Five hours since she ran off to help him.
For 300 minutes I’ve been sitting here, in my darkened dorm room, staring out the window into the campus’ blacken abyss. I’m not quite sure when the blackout happened but the irony of the situation was not lost on me. I’m actually happy that the power went out. It matches my mood, to sit here in the dark; sulking, reminiscing, but mainly wallowing in a pit of despair. With my knees curled to my chest, I continue to ponder over the past 34 hours. My heart is torn into a million shards and it feels like my stomach is in my throat.
I think it’s better this way. It wasn’t healthy for me, pretending. Pretending she might love me. Thinking that when I looked into her eyes, I saw mine reflected back; a reciprocated love shining through. Thinking of the first time I kissed her and how she wanted it as much as I did. Now all I can think of is if this had all been a phase. The stereotypical college experience. The only ‘what if’ that had never crossed my mind … until now. My already sour mood takes a drastic turn for the worst as I try to shake off that notion. Willow is too sweet and caring to ever do something like that.
The knock on my door startles me. It takes me a second to come back to myself before I am able to shake off the last of the revelations and go to the door. My heart almost stops when I see that it’s Willow. Goddess, she’s so gorgeous; her beauty enhanced by the lit candle she held. Her eyes, a sparkling hunter green in the light of the flame, encapsulated by eyelashes that look like violin strings playing symphonies every time she blinks. My heart clenches yet again. Another bolt of jealousy surges through me. He’s gonna love the way she shine’s, cause so do I.
She gives me a muddled look when she looks past my maudlin face and sees that my room is dark; “What, no candles?” I shake my head no. How do I tell her that I wanted to sit alone in the dark? That the darkness has become a security blanket and I want nothing more than for it to consume me. To swallow me whole so I never have to feel this way again. How do I tell her that the happiest moment of my life took place during a blackout as, ironically, the worst moment of my life is about to?
“Well I brought one. It’s extra flamey.” I feel the corners of my lips twitch; I love when she makes up words. It’s one of so many wonderfully endearing things I love about her. This notion crushes me further. I won’t be around anymore to relish in her quirky behaviors. I must’ve been quite for too long as she doesn’t ask for an invite this time, merely hands over her candle and steps forward, breaching the threshold.
I step back to let her in. The warmth of the candle begins to seep into the palms of my hands. I hadn’t realized how numb I had gotten until I clutch the candle harder, realizing that this will be the last thing Willow ever gives me. I can’t help but to give a demure smile as I look down at the flickering candle now nestled between my palms. Chancing a look up, I notice her face is cloudy. I know what’s coming. I’ve been bracing for it for two days. Trying to think how I can tell her that it’s ok; that I’m not completely destroyed on the inside, that my heart hasn’t splintered into a million pieces, that she hasn’t hurt me … especially when I’m such a terrible liar.
“Tara, I have to tell you …” Here it is. Here it comes, my greatest fear. I feel the rhythmic pounding of my heart again, this time much slower. Thudding … thudding … thudding. I’m pretty sure my hearts stopping. I can’t bear to hear her say it for some reason. I’ve known it was coming all along; but to hear her say it out loud would make this seemingly never-ending nightmare true. I thought I was prepared but now I don’t remember all the things I wrote down to say. My stutter comes out once more. I tell her that I understand. I want her to know that it’s okay and that she needs to be with the one that she loves.
I see a smile bloom across her face, her pearly whites beaming back at me through the dim light of the candle. It’s overwhelmingly evident; she’s elated to be with him again. “I am.” There it was. She wants to be with Oz and not me and I have to accept that. I’ve spent all evening accepting that. I’m on my third round of mental self-loathing when her words finally sink in. My eyebrows spike upwards as my eyes connect with hers. I can’t help but to stand there stock-still, bewildered as I take in her expressive features, her smile never wavering.
My voice constricts while my brain struggles to keep up, disbelief at the forefront of my mind. All I can manage to choke out is “You mean …” I don’t have to wait long for a response. She repeats my words but with certainty. A shy smile creeps across her lips as she asks me if what she’s implying is okay. The air is knocked out of me as I exhale rapidly, my head nodding up and down with vigor. Breathlessly I respond, letting her know I am more than okay with being with her. She steps towards me, the limited distance between us diminishing. I watch her, enraptured by her beauty and the fact that she chose me. I find myself concentrating on the way her lips move, fixated on the way she occasionally ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, moistening it. Her lips are like a work of art … and God, do I want to tear them apart. The sound of her voice breaks though my fantasy. I shake myself free of my trance, catching the tail end of her babble. “... A-and I'm gonna make it up to you … starting right now”. Willow’s eyes were glistening in the candlelight, her hair glowing copper as she stood there, patiently, waiting for my response. “Right now?” At my words, she smiles like an envelope does when it receives good news, her happiness is overwhelming. Instinctively, I lean forward and blow out the candle, but not before catching the lustful look in Willow’s eyes.
The second the room was plunged into darkness, I felt Willow on me. Her hands glide through my hair, resting at the back of my skull where they grip a handful of my locks. Almost simultaneously, her mouth is on mine, her lips working against mine feverishly. I swear, when our lips touched, I could taste the next sixty years of my life. I’m so enraptured I want to reach for her, to pull her in tighter, to scratch our future into her back, but I am still holding the candle clutched between my fingers. Willow must have sensed my predicament as she takes a step back. Before I can say anything, she’s pulling the candle from my grip, carelessly dropping it to the floor beside us.
I don’t know what made contact first, the candle hitting the ground or Willow’s lips back onto my flesh. Her fingers are once again threading through my hair as she caresses my jaw with butterfly kisses. Her touches are gentle, not frenziedly like they previously were. My eyes flutter shut as she showers my face in tender kisses, her lips seemingly everywhere at once. My hands come up to encircle her waist, pulling her into me, a guttural moan leaving my throat at the contact.
My moan seems to have ignited something inside Willow. Suddenly, her mouth is back on me then, her lips parting mine as her tongue skitters across my teeth. Parting my own lips, allowing her greater access, I shiver as her tongue plunges into my mouth, swirling. I can’t help but to moan again into her kiss as a shiver runs up my spine.
Her hand’s move from out of my hair to stroke the small patch of exposed skin between my shirt hem and the waistband of my pants. She glides one of her hands under my shirt, briefly rubbing my stomach before trailing to my breast, slinking under my satin bra. Another moan echo’s from my lips as she lovingly squeezes my breast. As she devotedly massages my chest, her other hand travels to my khakis, fumbling with the drawstring.
Any sense of control I have left is dissipating fast as my hands fly to the zipper of her pants, desperately wanting to feel her flesh against mine. Unexpectantly, she pulls my hands away from the zipper of her jeans and guides me to the edge of the bed, sitting me down without ever breaking our kiss. As she continues peppering my face in tantalizingly kisses, I feel her hand move off of my breast so it can grip the hem of my shirt. She tugs upwards slightly, silently asking permission to remove the garment.
I kiss her for several more seconds, my teeth capturing her bottom lip; pulling on the meaty flesh. Releasing her lip, I straighten up as I reach down, grabbing a hold of my own shirt and pull it over my head. Haphazardly, I throw the shirt across the room, watching as Willow openly gawks at my heaving chest. A smile erupts across my face as I take in the expression on her face, her eyes dilating further as I reach for the clasp of my bra, slowly pulling it off.
As Willow stands there mesmerized, I bravely reach for her shirt, bunching the purple garment up as I try to disrobe her. Taking a step back, removing herself from between my parted legs, Willow reaches for her own shirt, pulling it over her head, quickly followed by her white sports bra. Even though I’ve seen her bare chest several times now, the sight of her never ceases to take my breath away. Her peaches and cream skin with smatterings of freckles over her shoulder; the pink areolas and the pebble like nipples standing so hard. I’m so enraptured in her chest that I almost miss her hands unfastening her jeans … almost.
Now it’s my turn to be transfixed. I watch as she pulls the denim down her legs, gingerly stepping out of the leg holes. As she straighten ups, I detect a small blush creeping across her cheeks as she nervously rings her hands together in front of her purple cotton thong. I take in her appearance, amazed at the beautiful goddess standing before me. Gulping anxiously, I reach out a hand for her to take, pulling her back between my legs once she does so.
As she nestles herself between my thighs, I grip her hand tighter as I use my free hand to leisurely stroke her leg. My fingertips softly, almost evanescently, graze up and down over her silky smooth thigh in a gentle caress. I feel her shiver under my touch, her body responding positively to my ministrations. Tilting my head up, I stare into her green eyes as she looks down at me, her torso slowly leaning down to once again capture my lips.
This time, the kiss is slow and sensual as I feel her trying to convey her true feelings. We’re still kissing, the pace never quickening as her mouth lovingly brushing against mine passionately. Untangling our still conjoined hands, she places them on my shoulder, pushing me backwards onto the bed. As my back bounces against the mattress, I feel her hands clutching my hips, urging me to crawl backwards to the head of the bed.
Moments later, the bed creaks as she climbs onto it herself. Hovering over me, inserting herself between my thighs; her knees spread my legs further apart as our hips press tightly together. I can feel the heat and moisture radiating off of her, just as I’m sure she can feel mine. She starts to grind her center hard against me, while she nibbles on my neck, sucking her way down to my shoulder and biting hard. I dig my nails into Willow’s bare back, leaving red welts in their wake as she growls against my neck.
She slowly works her way from my throat, migrating to my breasts for several blissful minutes, her talented tongue lavishing my nipples before trekking down to my stomach; licking lazy patterns and nipping at my skin as her fingers drew patterns over my hips and sides. The mattress shifts underneath me as Willow edges down the bed further, kissing the enflamed skin just above my damp blonde curls, her breathing making me shiver in anticipation. She grips the fastens of my pants, about to tug open the buttons before looking up at me, once again silently asking for permission.
Nodding my head, I give her a reassuring smile. She herself smiles as she goes back to tugging the buttons free from their confinement. As her fingers curl over the waistband of my pants, hooking into my underwear, she pulls down my clothing in one fell swoop, letting them drop to the floor in a crumbled heap. I watch her inhale deeply, her nostrils flaring out as her eyes flutter close. Starting at my ankles, she kisses her way up my thigh agonizingly slow, her tongue occasionally sneaking out to taste my skin. As she reached her goal, I feel her lips brush over the skin of my pubic bone, sucking gently.
Growing increasingly wetter, I moan out to her to stop teasing only to be pleasantly surprised as her tongue sneaks its way inside of me, making short stabbing motions between the lips of my sex. I instinctively raise my hips to meet Willow’s eager tongue and the slow, lazy circles being drawn around my clit. I can feel my own wetness against her chin with every movement of her head. She continues to slowly run her tongue down the lips of my sex, lapping at my juices. As her tongue continues its beautiful ministration, she slips two fingers inside of me, moving in and out slowly, provoking a gasp followed by a long and husky drawn out moan.
Instinctively, I buck against her hand as it pumps inside of me, the walls of my sex beginning to contract around her fingers. Even as an orgasm starts to peek, her circular movements on my clit never cease, instead they speed up to match the motion of her hand.
I moan out her name. Pleading for her not to stop. Begging for her to never stop. Flinging my hands to her head, I roughly grasp her hair, clutching it between my fingers as she picks up the pace again, my body bowing against the bed, every muscle in me tensing. My breathing is now coming in short gasps as I manage to moan out a string of profanity, my inhibition pushed to the backburner as I relish in her touch. Willow keeps her movements steady, driving me closer and closer to my peak. ”Fuck, Willow. Oh, god, yes!” I manage to scream out as an orgasm explodes through me, white lights emitting behind my closed eyelids.
As I’m waning from the powerful orgasm, my death grip loosening on her hair, I feel her fingers start moving inside of me again, the pace slow at first but then gradually increasing. Almost instantly, my sex is contracting around her fingers once more, wrapping them in my hot, wet, tight channel. The orgasm washes over me just as intensely as the first one, my eyes rolling upwards into the back of my skull as my toes curl inwards.
As soon as the muscles in my stomach stopped constricting, I reaching down to grab a hold of her wrist, stopping her still wiggling fingers. “No … no more, baby,” I gasp out, my breathing ragged as I urge her to move up next to me. Pulling her hand away, I let out a slight whimper at the sudden loss of contact, missing her intimate touch instantaneously.
Several seconds pass before the bed once again shift under her weight as she stealthily crawls upwards, positioning her thighs on either side of my waist, straddling me. As soon as her dripping hot center rests against my skin do I realize she has taken off her thong, my eyes widening in pleasure at the new skin on skin contact. Bending down, she kisses me hard, leaving me speechless as I taste my own essence on her lips. Pulling back slightly, her hair falls forward to encase us in a personal cocoon. Basking in her beauty, I reach my left hand up to gently stroke her cheek, brushing my thumb over her jawline. ‘I love you, Willow.”
She smiles down at me as she leans into my touch, her eyes shining with pure devotion as she pushes a stray strand of sweaty blonde hair behind my ear as she too confesses her love to me. My breath catches all over again as I stare smitten back into her eyes, her words reverberating in my head. I kiss her then, possessively, my tongue running across her lips. As we exchange saliva, my hands reach out to her waist, gliding them across her heated flesh. Pulling back from the kiss, I push Willow back slightly so I can arch up, locking onto one of her pert breasts; my teeth pinching down on the puckered, pebbled flesh. Sucking on the skin, I rotate my tongue in counter clockwise circles, leaving behind a wet swirly trail. Moving one of my hands, I trail it up Willow’s ribs before gripping her other breast firmly, making sure to pay attention to them both.
Nipping at the tender flesh, I relish in the sight of several darken marks surrounding her breasts as I move up to her collarbone. Reaching one hand up, I tilt her head to the side, seizing her ear to bite on the tender flesh. I not only hear but feel the moan escape her lips, her hot breath dancing across my skin; driving me even wilder with need. As she continues to moan her pleasure, she begins to rock against me, our centers grinding together sensuously. I’m nearly lost in the sensation, my attention on her ear slowing down as I relish in the feel of her sex rubbing against mine.
Regaining my composure, I start sucking on her ear again as my other hand slinks off of her waist, sliding to the top of her pelvic bone. Dipping my hand down; the tip of my middle finger breaches her folds, slipping through her wet outer lips. She gasps at the new sensation, her breath hitching in her throat as she tilts her face skyward. Pushing my hand further between our interlocked bodies, I cup her sex, feeling her essence drip against the palm of my hand.
I can’t contain the moan that escapes my lips at the feel of her. Removing my mouth from her ear, I search out her lips, devouring her hungrily. As she opens her mouth to allow my tongue entrance, I simultaneously enter her with one finger. I feel her body quiver over mine as she gets use to the new sensation. It takes only moments before she begins to rock against my hand, building up a steady pace. I continue to stroke her heated flesh, my finger pumping into her until I feel her dripping down onto my wrist. With the copious amount of wetness seeping over my hand, I insert another finger inside of her, filling her completely.
She gasps at the added pressure, her mouth pulling away from mine as she breaths raggedly, her widen eyes staring pointedly into mine. Falling back to the mattress, I watch her mouth hang open slightly, panting hotly. With eyes closed, her face pointed skyward, she arches her back, her pelvis shifting to pull my fingers in deeper. A guttural moan erupts from her throat as my fingers penetrate her farther.
She’s ridding me so fast now, her inner muscles contracting as her hips start thrusting against my hand harder. Moving my fingers, I push them against the little rough, spongy patch, massaging small circles over her G-spot. As she nears her orgasm, I can’t help but to think that I want her so wet that by the time she dries, rainbows form between her thighs. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind, I hear her calling out my name.
She repeats my name, over and over again like a mantra as her body begins to shutter, her sex constricting around my fingers like a vice. As her orgasm rips through her, she falls forward, clutching at the sheet forcibly; bunching them up as her back bows in ecstasy. My name rips through her throat once more, loud, and forceful. As she rides out the rest of her orgasm, her body falls listlessly on top of me.
“Mmm,” Was the only sound I could make out as her body shivered on top of me. Pulling my hand free, I rested it over her glistening back, stroking the sweaty flesh lightly. As we laid like that, my fingers absently drawing patterns in her flesh, her hot breath tickling my neck as she left gentle kisses across my throat, I chuckle, my chest heaving slightly. Pulling away from my throat, Willow asks me in a tired, satisfied tone, “What you laughing about, missy?”
“You screamed my name so loud … so many times,” I said through a smirk. Perching up on an elbow, she looks down at me skeptically, her brows screwing together. “Was that a bad thing?” I look at her crestfallen feature and instantly kick myself for not explaining clearly.
“No. Yes … but definitely no,” I replied reassuringly as I pull her back down to rest on my chest, out breast firmly pressing together. I didn’t have to see her face to know that it was contorted in confusion, her beautiful mind no doubt trying to piece together my answer. Putting her mind at ease, I further elaborated. “I’m pretty sure I'm gonna get a noise complaint from the RA tomorrow.” I giggled again at the reason why, a proud smile etching my lips as the sound of Willow screaming my name in ecstasy washes over me. Pivoting my arm, I roll Willow onto her back, pinning her hands above her head as I straddle her waist. “It’ll be totally worth it though.”
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