DEFINITELY NC-17. Uh-huh. All little kittens must leave.
Chapter 3 – In These Shoes?
“Boots?” She looked into the deep blue eyes.
“Uh-huh,” Tara grinned lopsidedly, “the ones with the laces.”
She looked down at Tara’s feet and frowned. “It took you five minutes this morning to tie those.”
“U-u-usually, i-if I-I’m wearing p-pants I only lace them part way,” the blonde stuttered uncertainly.
Willow bent quickly, before the blonde could duck away, and kissed her on the nose. “Shhh, sweetie, I was just thinking too hard.” She kissed Tara’s forehead. “Thinking out loud.” She kissed one eyebrow, “devising a stratagem ...” kissed the other, “… a plan.” She licked Tara’s lips, felt them part, felt Tara’s tongue greet hers.
The blonde pulled back slightly and whispered into her mouth, “A good plan?”
She smiled against the warm lips and whispered back, “A very good plan. A plan beyond all plans. The bestest of plans. One that will get your boots off and you to lift your hips.”
“I like this plan. It sounds very, very good,” Willow knelt and sat back on her heels as Tara spoke, “Except…..”
“Except what, sweetie?” She leaned forward again, brow furrowed in concern.
“Except the view is much less good now.” One eyebrow lifted, Tara continued, “Standing you were…,” she dropped her head slightly and looked up coquettishly, “positioned perfectly. I could kiss your breasts, your belly. I could even slide my tongue….”
Eyes closed, enjoying the image, Willow nonetheless squeezed the other woman’s hand in warning.
“I mean, I didn’t get to last night. All I had was Willow-sicle, and….” Tara lifted her fingers and mimed licking them, “…and while that was very nice….”
“Stop. Distracting. Me.” Breathing heavily, Willow caught up Tara’s other hand. “No more images.” She gazed into the grinning face inches from her own. “Who would have guessed my girlfriend had a smutty mouth?”
“S’not smutty. It’s all good, all natural ….”
“And very tasty.” Willow interrupted, and kissed her again long and deep, sliding her tongue in and out alongside Tara’s. She released the hands, which returned to cupping her head, tangling and pulling her hair gently, and slid her own under the blonde’s pullover. Which alas also had no buttons, and so no easy access to the soft treasure beneath. “Damn.”
“Mmmm, I don’t think those are my boo …,” Tara gasped as Willow stroked her fingers over the fabric of her bra, “..oots,” she finished with a sigh.
“Shhhhhh.” She slid both hands up under the bra and lifted it and the pullover up over Tara’s shoulders and head in one motion. Tossing them aside she watched Tara’s hair cascade down over her neck and shoulders. Silver blonde and honey blonde it shimmered in the glow from the fairy lights.
The spell residue was unnecessary for Willow to feel Tara’s innate awkwardness emerging. She caught up Tara’s hands as the blonde started to cross her arms over her breasts, as she started to hunch her shoulders. Kissing them, she said simply, “Hold me, sweetie.”
“O-o-okay.” Suddenly hesitant, Tara complied.
“Hold me,” Willow repeated more firmly. She gently began coaxing the vixen back with little kisses. On her lips, cheeks, jawline. Nibbled her ears. She slid her hands over Tara’s naked back and pulled her close, and as their breasts touched she felt Tara toss her head back, and bent her lips to the blonde’s neck.
She felt her insides melt as Tara’s pulse fluttered against her lips. With a whimper that she heard Tara echo, she abandoned the blonde’s neck. She couldn’t trust herself to be gentle there, not now when Tara needed to feel reassured. Not while she was apparently channeling her evil twin.
Maybe later.
“Beautiful,” she repeated and kissed Tara’s collarbones instead, “And mine.” She dragged her lips over the creaminess of Tara-breasts.
“Yessss,” Tara hissed and wound her hands in Willow’s hair.
Willow let her lips part as they found a nipple, cupped it with her tongue. Fluttering her tongue against it, her hands in constant motion over the blonde’s back, she could feel the shoulder and back muscles shift and tighten as Tara arched and strained against her tongue.
“Oh Willow, yesss.”
And Willow knew that she could do just this for hours. Days even. She’d never tire of the honeysuckle scent of Tara’s skin; she’d never tire of Tara’s breasts. The nipples were small, hard, the mauve-purple-y color of the skin of a ripe peach. Centered on the creamy mound it was like eating peaches and cream. Like loving summer itself. She moaned – she was giving herself images now - and shifted to the other breast, the other nipple. Almost reluctantly she slid a hand from Tara’s back to her freed breast and used her fingertips and short nails to tease the sensitive nub of flesh.
She pushed back into Tara’s hands. Panting she looked up into the blonde’s face and saw desire and love for her in the heavy-lidded blue eyes.
“D-d-don’t s-stop.” Tara’s lips trembled as she spoke, but she stroked an errant red curl off Willow’s face.
“You. Are. So. Beautiful. Tara. Maclay.” Reassurance spoken again, Willow allowed her mouth to be pulled toward the breasts again. Tara arched again into her tongue’s caress. Anchored by the blonde’s hands, Willow dropped her own hands to the boots. Now, the only issue was whether Willow the klutz was sufficiently coordinated to untie laces with her fingers while her tongue and lips did other things. For the first time that day, she wished that the spell residue wasn’t present. It was damned hard to concentrate on laces and leather when the pleasure she was giving Tara shivered her own muscles. Her brain felt like it was melting and puddling between her knees - except she was reasonably certain that it wasn’t brain juice that was ....
Damn it, she just needed a little of her normal brain function to do this. She pulled her head back, and thinking she was shifting again, Tara permitted her. Lips and tongue playing with the blonde’s chest and midriff, she found the end of one of the laces and untied the bow, then the other. And fortunately neither was double tied.
The most difficult portion of the boot removal accomplished, Willow fastened her lips again to one of Tara’s nipples and returned to the rapid lick and flutter combination that from the blonde’s incoherencies she so obviously enjoyed.
“Nnngh, mmmmmm.”
Tara clutched her closer as she gently began applying her teeth too to the pleasuring of the blonde’s breasts. Willow bit the soft creamy flesh, sucking gently, and began loosening the laces of the right boot. She pulled the sides open and slid her hands down within the black leather until her fingertips reached Tara’s ankle. Lightly caressing the soft skin over the anklebones, she slid her hands up to the calf, tickling where the boot top ended.
“Willow,” Tara giggled breathlessly and released her head.
“What?” Willow asked huskily, “You aren’t enjoying my plan?” And very deliberately she slipped her hands up the length of Tara’s leg, to her knee and then her thigh, watching as Tara’s eyes unfocused and her lips parted – knowing that her own face mirrored that expression. She heard herself moan as the blonde opened her legs as far as the skirt would allow. And somehow she stopped before her hands slid upwards past the lower edges of the silk boxers she’d seen Tara put on this morning.
They stared breathlessly at one another for a moment, then Willow smiled as she slid her hands back down Tara’s leg.
“Tease.” Tara’s low voice was almost unrecognizable.
“Me?” Willow tried to put on an innocent face and failed. “Well, maybe,” she conceded. “Besides, you have two, and I don’t want to neglect the other.” She paused. “I don’t want to neglect anything.” She began again with the left boot, and while she expected Tara’s reaction to be less, it wasn’t. Which meant, of course, hers wasn’t either. Looking into the blue eyes, her hands resting on either side of Tara’s thigh, a handsbreadth away from her ultimate goal, she was suddenly aware that their bodies were once again perfectly in sync. Every exhalation, every heartbeat.
The feeling of oneness was so total that she startled when Tara touched her on the lips with her fingertips.
“I trust you.”
And it was Willow’s turn to duck her head, embarrassed by Tara’s gift. The blonde understood, and except for playing with her hair, let her return to the boots which finally thudded to the floor. Sliding her hands up beneath the skirt, Willow sought Tara’s lips with her own. It was a gentle kiss, a passionate kiss, but remarkably restrained considering the desire coursing through their bodies.
“Can you stand so I can take your skirt off?”
“I don’t know.” Tara caressed her cheek with her thumb, kissed her lightly. “Can I?” Slowly, carefully she stood up, barefooted, swaying slightly but supported by a hand on Willow’s shoulder.
And Willow’s hands slipped up the legs as Tara stood erect until they came to rest cupping the blonde’s firm buttocks. As her palms pressed against Tara’s smooth skin the boxers’ silk slipped over their backs. She kissed Tara’s tummy right above the skirt’s waistband and drew her hands out from under the skirt. She heard/felt Tara’s whimper as the hands abandoned her. The skirt’s button and zipper combination was not nearly as formidable as the bootlaces.
She caught both the skirt’s waistband and that of the boxers and smoothly pulled them down over Tara’s hips. Gazing up, she found that the blonde had been correct when stating the view was awesome from this position.
Tara’s hands had stopped playing with her hair when she’d pulled the clothing down around her ankles and now the blonde looked down at her. Her smile was hesitant, yet quietly expectant.
“So,” Willow began hoarsely, teasing gently, “my plan, you’ve known it all along?”
“Yes.”
She touched the blonde’s belly with just her fingertips, heard/echoed the sharp intake of breath. Leaning forward she licked the area right beneath Tara’s bellybutton. The fingers on her shoulder tightened their grip and she kissed her hipbones, trailed hot kisses across the soft belly. And then she brushed her lips through the short blonde curls, darker and more uniform in color than that on Tara’s head. She saw dewy moisture beading the curls at the point of the V and flicked out her tongue to taste.
Tara’s hand tightened almost painfully on her shoulder, as the other pressed her head even closer.
Her tongue seeking out more, pushing between Tara’s lips, Willow knew that this was another thing she could do for hours. The now familiar taste and smell of honeysuckle combined with the saltiness of the sea. She made contact then with Tara’s clitoris and the blonde staggered, nearly falling from the intensity of the sensation.
“Noooo!” Tara protested as she stopped.
Held tight against her girlfriend’s pelvis, Willow wanted nothing more than to continue. It took all her willpower to resist long enough to speak one word. “Bed.”
A moment later, Tara settled on the bed and lay back, her hips at the edge of the mattress.
Willow rested her hands on the insides of Tara’s knees, and slowly opened her. Her mouth descended and her tongue reached out, slipping between the slick lips. Pressing her tongue down hard, she slowly licked upward over the entire length of Tara’s center.
Tara clenched her leg muscles and thrust up to her mouth. Each pass of Willow’s tongue made them both moan and tremble. Willow felt Tara lift one foot, stroke its sole over her hip, and slide to her back. The other one soon joined it. She felt the pressure from Tara’s calves increase as the blonde crossed her ankles, and with the additional leverage the blonde thrust her pelvis upwards.
Tongue fluttering, Willow concentrated her attention on the rigid flesh of Tara’s clitoris. A long shudder passed through the blonde and she stiffened, her breathing a low keen as the orgasm shook her. As she started to relax, Willow caught the tender flesh between her lips and sucked hard.
“Willowww!” Tara cried out her pleasure as another orgasm trembled through her.
And Willow wasn’t finished. She slowly began again, this time nuzzling deep within Tara’s moist folds, tonguing deep. She probed the opening to Tara’s vagina, then, oxygen becoming an issue, began licking her lover’s cunt with long, slow strokes. Rocking her hips up and down, the blonde eagerly greeted each soft caress. Moaning, twisting, arching, Tara accepted the gentle torment and demanded more.
The blonde captured Willow’s hands. Interlocking their fingers, Tara tightened her grip and thrust upwards hard. Vision blurring with the intensity of their shared need, Willow redoubled her attention on Tara’s clitoris, until ....
Tara tightened her grip on Willow's hands, alternately stiffening and relaxing as the orgasm thundered through her. Trembling with her own desire, Willow could do nothing more than hold on.
At last, panting, the blonde disentangled a hand and caressed the redhead’s sweaty forehead and her sticky cheeks.
With difficulty Willow lifted her head from its moist pillow and gazed hotly into Tara’s eyes. Her voice thick with emotion and desire, she spoke slowly and carefully.
“I. Like. Your. Boots.”
Edited by: Triscuit7 at: 7/3/02 7:04:59 pm