-AH
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From the moment Tara heard the lock on her door click snugly into place, she knew that
this night was going to be the night that haunted every hour of her life for nearly six
months. All thoughts of the perfect atmosphere and mood immediately flew from her
consciousness and were replaced with the overwhelming desire for the empyreal goddess
who was currently pressing her firmly up against the door, deftly using her hands and lips
to claim Tara as her compliant captive. Kiss after feverish kiss was placed upon her lips,
the continuity broken only for a few moments by a growl of pleasure and the words:
“Mmm, sandalwood.” Willow let out a lascivious moan and Tara could only utter a small sigh by
way of response as she kissed her way down into the hollow at the base of her neck.
Tara felt her head tilt back and her eyelids droop, plunging her into blissful darkness
as she completely surrendered herself to Willow's caresses. It only took Tara a few seconds to
become dizzy from Willow's exploring every inch of her neck and shoulders. Her copper hair brushed
against her neck as she leant in to kiss her flushed flesh, the sensation of it causing Tara to
shiver. She instinctively reached her left hand around to the back of her head and buried it in
her soft, fiery locks. Tara inhaled and felt her nostrils tingle with Willow's scent. She let herself drink in the smell of her as she continued kissing her
neck.
“Mmm, hon--oh, God--there’s a, ohhhh my god--” Tara let out a shuddering cry as Willow's
lips travelled southward to begin sucking at her pulse point. Bursts of light began
exploding in the back of her eyelids, and she felt a fire course through her entire body. Tara
heard her breath come from her mouth in erratic gasps and she winced as she felt her back slam
into the metal doorknob. “Doorknob.” she managed to say in between moans, trying to shift
away from the door to no avail.
“Bed--now.” Willow commanded, moving away and blindly leading her captive backwards. Tara
felt her calves crash into the bedframe with such force that she was immediately thankful for
the comforter that cushioned the impact. Her back hit the bed and she bounced slightly
upwards before Willow pressed her body against hers and pinned her down. She began to
work her hands up underneath Tara's shirt as she kissed her neck, causing Tara's head to push
deeper into the pillow behind her. Willow's warm fingers traced the outline of her bra, and she
immediately stiffened underneath her touch. “I think somebody likes their present,” Willow
purred, referring to the cherry-red lace lingerie set she’d bought Tara earlier that day.
“Mmmmm, god, yes.....”
“You know, for a pagan, you sure do call on God a lot..” she observed as she let a
hot breath caress her earlobe.
“Because he brought me you, and that’s most definitely a good thing...” Tara
murmured, growing more impatient with each passing second.
“He brought me you...I’m so thankful for that...”
Tara let a low moan escape her lips as Willow began tracing a white-hot line down the
length of her left thigh, stopping mid-point to trace torturously slow circles directly above
her knee with her finger. The effect was almost too much to endure. “Are you sure you
haven’t...oh, God...this is the first time you’ve...fu---oh, Goodddd....”
“Someone’s impatient.” Willow smirked, letting a soft kiss linger on her lover's lips.
At that point, Tara's motor skills had all but flown out the window; all she could
manage was a small sigh.
“I want you to do something for me, okay?”
“Anything.”
“I want to see that present of mine where it belongs.” she purred. Her voice gained
a seductive edge when she added: “..tossed on the floor.”
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Et je saigne encore, tout ce rouge sur mon corps, je te blesse dans un dernier effort
....and I should add an...Oh! MY! God!...This is fantastic....my blood is pumping...
Just kidding...
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