Author: CopperAndGold
Rating: NC-17 It's smutty goodness.
Disclaimers: I don’t own the rights to Buffy. Bladdy Blah Blah.
Summary: Willow's been gone on an out of town trip. Don't know what for... not really sure how long she was gone, either. But, Tara's been horny for three days straight... and her baby's coming home tonight.
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Now... Onto the smut.
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Tara knew Willow thought she’d be asleep; that, being two in the morning it would have been more than a fair assumption.
This had been a long day. She’d sat through class after class, not really paying attention to what the professors were saying. Thoughts of red hair, deep green eyes, sexy lips and perky breasts kept racing through her mind. She’d been in a simmering state for three days. And knowing that Willow would be back from her out-of-town trip tonight only made the anticipation of seeing her lover rise.
Said anticipation was also the cause of Tara’s inability to fall asleep, which was the reason for her silent sentry.
The door opened.
Tara’s fingers tightened on the arms of the chair; the hair at the nape of her neck was standing on end. She wanted Willow so much.
A shaft of soft light cut through the darkness of the room, widening a stream across the bed. A bed that had not been slept in... more, a bed with no current occupant. Willow’s soft call of her girlfriend’s name came unanswered.
Footsteps, careful ones that spoke of consideration even knowing it was unnecessary -- Willow walked into the room and Tara was transfixed.
She hadn’t forgotten how beautiful her girlfriend was. The bright red of her hair that, in the dark of the room, turned a burgundy that spoke of passion to Tara’s enflamed state. The slight curve at the top of her hips; the long, soft fingers on feminine hands. The small swells that were her breasts. Tara felt a tightening deep in her stomach; liquid heat pooling at the bottom of her spine.
“Willow,”
The whispered name stopped the redhead in her tracks, back rod-straight. Willow could see her girlfriend at the edge of her peripheral vision. She knew that Tara was sitting in the chair, about two feet and a half from the left corner of the end of the bed. She couldn’t make out if the blonde was wearing a bathrobe, or if only the cascade of moonlit, silver-hued tresses hid the bounty of the woman’s chest.
Willow, ever the curious one, desperately wanted to find out the answer to that question. But, for the life of her, she couldn’t look at Tara.
It wasn’t the name. She’d heard Tara say her name many times, in many different ways. In fact, she’d heard this particular one before. The honey-like huskiness of the blonde’s voice instantaneously sent a bolt of arousal through her lithe frame. She knew what the tone of that voice meant.
“I’ve missed you.”
Tara wanted her.
Badly.
Her heart raced. “Tara, I-I missed you too baby,” For some reason, Willow felt the need to back away. She couldn’t help but feel the heaviness of her girlfriend’s stare. She couldn’t help but feel like a prey, especially not if Tara stood up--
Which she did when Willow took her second step back.
“I thought you’d be asleep,” She bumped into the edge of the open door, her back making the knob clack annoyingly. “You know, long day at school and all...”
Willow gulped, her eyes finally settling on the image of her naked girlfriend. Clad in a bathrobe, yes. But, the tie was undone, leaving luscious curves uncovered. I can live with that, totally can live with that. She rambled on in her head.
“How could I sleep, knowing you’d be back tonight?” Tara knew she was coming on a bit strong. She couldn’t help herself though, it was almost as if she couldn’t control herself. She wanted Willow. Her body simply screamed the redhead’s name. “Could we maybe close the door, sweetie?” A lazy finger lifted up, pointing at the door. Tara’s half-lidded eyes smiled, her lips quirking up at a corner in a lop-sided invitation to heaven.
“Door, oh. Oh! Th-th-the – the door.” She had no idea why she was so nervous. Willow had been in this situation before. She had initiated situations like this one, before! Why was she all of a sudden afflicted with this, her girlfriend’s affliction? Not counting the losing of her mind. But, it seemed the more nervous she got... the higher her arousal was.
Which was saying a lot at the moment.
Willow backed up against the door, pushing it shut with her back. Tara following closely, step by step. Finally, with a soft ‘click’, the door closed and their bodies slid together. Nose to nose, lips a breath apart.
“Willow, you have to know,” She didn’t want to kiss the redhead. Not yet, not just yet. As much as she wanted Willow, Tara would never force anything onto her girlfriend.
At Willow’s sigh, the blonde continued; the heat of her lips making Willow groan softly. “If I kiss you... Willow, if I...” She pressed her forehead to her lover’s, “God, baby if I kiss you I won’t be able to stop.”
Willow moaned, her hands lifted from the door to rest hotly against the blonde’s outer thighs.
“Do you think we’ll need to stop, Willow?” Tara was dying. She swore she could feel her blood rushing from her extremities. All pooling tightly at the bottom of her belly. Pulsing. Pulsing. Pulsing.
It was maddening.
At the feel of her girlfriend’s hands on her skin, Tara’s fingers tightened into fists where they rested, on either side of Willow’s head against the door. Her nails scratching loudly against the wood, heightening her arousal even more.
Willow didn’t say another word. She quickly tilted her head back to capture Tara’s lips with her own, moaning loudly when they finally made contact.
Tara lowered her hands to cup her girl’s cheeks, tightening her hold slightly when Willow opened her mouth as an invitation. One she accepted, her tongue pressing down against the redhead’s lower lip suggestively, before slipping in. They wrestled, wet muscles searching satin warmth. Tara heard music.
Kissing Willow... was like a drop of cantaloupe juice dripping from a grinning mouth. It was succulent. It stripped Tara bare. Here, she didn’t have the strength to hide. Her hands slipped under the edge of a shirt, pressing against warm skin. Tara pulled out of the kiss, panting slightly. “You’ve been gone... too long, baby.” Her hands pushing upward, along Willow’s sides. The meaningless material being lifted along, pooling at the blonde’s wrists.
Willow’s brain seemed to be on an endless loop. Tara. Touching. Tara. Kissing. Tara. Tara. Tara.
She would let Tara devour her, she realized. She would give herself over to her lover. She was Tara’s. She needed to feel more of her Goddess, needed to feel her skin. More of it. Tracing her fingers lightly at the top of the blonde’s hips, Willow pressed her fingers tighter against the supple skin, and ran her hands – palms pressed against Tara – down to a painfully beautiful, round ass. She squeezed, it was beyond her control.
Groans. They weren’t sure who had emitted the guttural sounds. They didn’t care.
Tara didn’t care.
Her hands, heretofore occupied by caressing her girlfriend’s sides, changed in their intent. No longer seeking to tease, but more to take. Trembling hands quickly traced their way down and inward, towards the small mounds of softness she loved so much. Her need sat heavy on her limbs, and her hands cupped while fingers pinched. Her throat felt dry, “Willow,” she husked, “I need to touch you.”
Willow whimpered, a pitiful sound she realized, but failed to care. “And I need to lie down.” She panted, her hands gripping low, separating. Kneading. “I want you to take me –“ she was cut short when the most kissable lips pressed against her own. Mouths opened, synchronized like a dance they’d danced for years. As tongues invaded, steps were taken away from the door; towards the bed.
Shirt, bra. A flash of her own tussled red hair, and a wet mouth around her nipple. “Ahh” Only this woman could make Willow so responsive. Making love with Tara was erotic. She knew she had to sit down, but her witch’s nimble fingers were at her belt. And her incessant mouth, trailing wetly across her chest to latch onto the neglected tit... “unh, Tara!”
That moan. Hearing her name said in that way, full of lust and love... Tara pulled away from the perky breast with a pop. At the groans of disappointment, she ran her hands soothingly up and down her lover’s stomach. “Sshh sweetie,” Her fingers fell against the button of her lover’s jeans. Twisting, the coarse material pulled apart slightly. She grasped the metal tag, it feeling incredibly cool against her over-heated skin. “it’s just -- at that rate,” she looked up through her lashes into deep emeralds. “I never would’ve gotten you naked.” And she pulled the tag, bringing the zipper down along it’s path.
Willow was pretty sure there was no more blood flowing through her brain. The fact that she just couldn’t speak, was her exhibit A. B would be the fact that she could feel her heartbeat pumping, but in regions much more southern than usual. Nonetheless, she tried her best. “Guhhggh"
Taking that as approval, Tara pushed her girlfriend onto the bed, making Willow land on her back. She pushed her upper body between the redhead’s legs, perching one on each of her shoulders. Pushing up onto her knees, she was able to both lift the lightweight and pull the pants and undies off the slender, freckled waist. A waist, she couldn’t help but notice, that was wriggling in anticipation. Tara grinned.
She lowered Willow to the bed, and pulled the garments down the soft swell of her ass achingly slowly. Inch by inch, until she needed to stop. Tara gasped, and grinded the material between her fingers into her palms; a noticeable constriction causing a twitch at the top of her thighs. That smell.
“Willow,”
Upon hearing her name, Willow’s hips dug into the mattress. “Baby, baby... baby” She moaned, reaching to her waist. Her hands found and surrounded the tight fists she found there. Squeezing the warm hands as her hips lifted, and receded back into the bed slightly. The redhead couldn’t think. When Tara had her like this, it was as if she stopped being herself. Willow became Sexy Willow, and her body took over. She looked down at the blonde who was nuzzling the top of her jeans. Breathing her in. Willow again marveled at the pure sensuality of her girlfriend. No one would know that in this beautiful, kind, shy, introverted woman... lied a Sex Goddess. Tara enjoyed sex. But what Willow couldn’t help but love about the blonde was the way she enjoyed it. Oz had enjoyed sex, as well. Very much so. But the way he’d expressed it had always been so... needy.
Tara enjoyed sex with a passionate reverence. Willow felt loved, worshiped, lusted after, needed and wanted all at once. And knowing that only Tara could make her feel that way, Willow wanted to show her girlfriend how much she trusted Tara’s love. She wanted to make this a night they both never would forget. She wanted Tara to fuck her brains out.
Letting out a deep breath, Willow ran her fingers through soft blonde hair. “Come’re baby,” She knew she had to express this in words, so that her lover would understand. But, the only words coming to Willow’s usually agile brain weren’t very subdued. And she’d never been one for the spicy talk, really. Too shy. Nonetheless, she knew that if she did this it had to be done right.
Tara kneeled, and shrugged her shoulders making the soft bathrobe pool around her at the knees. And just like that, Willow could see her Goddess like Venus in her clam shell. Piercing blue eyes, smoky with want, blinked once. Willow’s heart stopped.
Never severing eye contact, the blonde lowered herself onto her hands and knees, and proceeded to crawl up her lover’s body kissing her way to Willow’s mouth. Her tongue pressed against swollen lips, seeking entry. It was granted eagerly.
Pulling away from the kiss, Willow looked into blue eyes and pushed blonde hair behind an ear. “Tara, I want...” She flexed her hips, trying to calm the throbbing. At her girlfriend’s patented head-tilt, she continued. “You’re always so giving when you make love to me. It’s always for me. But I want you to take from me, I want to feel like...” She swallowed, “I want you to fuck me, Tara.”
There was silence between them. Tara’s eyes bore into her girlfriend’s, seeking... something. Was it reassurance? She wasn’t sure herself, but the green storm that were Willow’s eyes – the lust, the love, the trust... the need. “Say it again.” Her heart was ready to break her ribs. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” She couldn’t recognize her own voice; was she growling?
She was made for this, she realized. Tara Maclay was born to love Willow Rosenberg. In every way possible. Her lover’s words set ablaze a part of Tara’s psyche that had been heretofore dormant. A kind of obsessive powerhouse of raw sexual energy. Hearing her somewhat innocent and quirky girlfriend say “fuck”... in a way that would imply she, Tara, would “fuck” her – all Tara’s hormone-powered brain could come up with was: “Yes. Very, yes.”
Willow had never seen Tara’s eyes look quite like this before. They were almost grey... swirls of light blue around the pupils. She was so close, looking down she could see how the blonde’s lips seemed to pulse. “Tara, please fuck me.” She dug her hips into the mattress, trying to wiggle out of her jeans. Her hands gripped soft hips, wanting to pull Tara’s pelvis into her, but the semi-lowered jeans left too much material between the blonde’s thigh and Willow’s weeping.
Firm hands gripped her own, and lifted them above her head. “Now, Will... I thought you wanted me to do this.” Tara shoved the small wrists into the pillows once, emphasizing her point. She lowered her face next to her lover’s, her lips tickling Willow’s ear. She whispered. “Stay.” And rose back up onto her knees. She pressed down onto wiggling hips, effectively stopping any movement.
Green eyes, full of wonder, stared back at her. Still, and silent. Oh, God... Take Charge Tara.
Running a finger lightly, up and down the center of the redhead’s stomach and chest, Tara looked up through her lashes. “I love your stomach.” She scratched with a fingernail, loving the way muscles rippled under the soft skin. “Sometimes, when I’m inside you... ” She pressed her warm palm flat against Willow’s lower stomach. “and your muscles start to tighten up? I want to be even deeper.”
Was she here? Willow had no idea; she felt as if there was a cloak around them both... they weren’t part of the world anymore. They were parallel to the world, aside... alone.
The usually freakishly intelligent hacker was struck dumb. Whereas she had needed to rely on an old, dirtyword like “fuck” to elicit a response, Tara had used only common ones. Everyday words like “inside”. Or, “want”, “deep”, “tighten”... any of those words used in any other sentence would cause no reaction. Said with Tara’s honey-laced voice, with Tara sitting naked astride her hips, with Tara’s hand..., and Tara’s warm desire dripping down her... Tara, Tara, Tara. “Gwughhg” ‘At a gal, Rosenberg.
“These have to come off. Completely.” Tara said, as she quickly hopped back and all but ripped the pants and undies off the other woman, leaving a wanton natural redhead spread-eagle in the middle of the bed. Tara could see the wetness glistening on short, dark-red curls from her position standing at the foot of the bed.
She unconsciously licked her lips, and grinned at the resulting widening of freckled legs. “You look yummy,” Tara purred.
She kneeled back onto the bed, and crawled on hands and knees; Willow’s leg resting flat against the bed, under the blonde’s body. “You want me to take from you, baby?” Tara looked up at her girlfriend, “you want to fulfill me? Nourish me? Selflessly?” She quirked an eyebrow, “Are you sure?” At the answering furrowed brow, she dipped her head and placed a chase kiss onto the redhead’s hip. She continued, her breath tickling Willow. “You want to give yourself up to me? Trust me to love you well? To understand your screams... to know you?” She ran her hand up the inside of a warm and wet thigh. Reaching its apex, she tickled the inside of a hip that was shaking with want. “Because that’s what you’re asking me to do, Willow.”
Willow whimpered. She was so far gone, at this point all she could hear was Tara’s voice. All she could smell was their mingled arousals. All she could see was the top of a dirty-blonde head. The silhouette of a perfectly round ass, sticking up slightly, as the blonde slinked her way higher still. All she could feel was the pulsing of her heart, deep and low, and Tara’s skin caressing her own.
Looking into her lover’s eyes, Tara continued, “That’s what fucking you means.“
“Yes,” It was Willow’s voice.
Tara shuddered and most her words fell out.
Leaning forward, she kissed the redhead. Hard. Her hands gripped the sheets, and her hips started rocking, gliding her wetness along Willow’s thigh. “Oh God, baby...” She pressed down harder, feeling Willow’s pelvis push up against her, trying to reach her thigh for some relief. Tara made sure to keep the pressure against her leg as light as possible, wanting to tease Willow senseless. Her own want mounting with each frantic sound coming from her girl.
Willow raised her knee, pressing with a more accurate aim, and Tara’s reaction was instantaneous. Her hips jerked thrice as she chocked out a cry, having crested her orgasm. She lay still, atop her girlfriend, shaking and panting, for only a few moments. When she felt movement from above, she pushed up. “Ah, ah, ah,” she shook her head, “I said stay.” Dipping her head, she took a rosy nipple into her mouth, and sucked softly on it. “Mmm” She groaned, and pushed her thigh tightly into Willow’s sopping wet pussy.
“Unh,” The redhead arched her back, pressing her breast tighter against her lover’s face, her pussy digging into the warm thigh. She was so close.
Tara moved away. “Three words, you get to choose one. Understand?” She stared into hazy green eyes as they blinked recognition. Tara leaned over, still a bit shy, but knowing that the warmth of her breath at her lover’s ear drove her mad. “Lips, Nipple, or Pussy?” She whispered.
Tara sat back onto her heals, waiting. She could almost see the wheels turning sluggishly in Willow’s brain. Trying to think, to guess what the word would mean... which to chose depending on said meaning. She grinned, knowing how short her Willow’s patience was when she was aroused. In fact, the only times she’d ever witnessed her love giving up on anything, was in the heat of passion. She could see the signs now, evident on an angelic frowning face.
Willow gave up trying to figure out what her girlfriend was up to. Whichever word she chose, “Pussy,” she knew it would be good. Saying the word, and seeing how Tara’s previously rosy flush darkened, she knew she’d made a good choice.
Tara grinned, and slowly slinked her way up her lover so that her right breast would drop fetchingly, bringing her tight nipple close to Willow’s mouth. “First, the losers...” She winked, and lowered herself slightly so her nipple would tickle the other woman’s lower lip.
Realization struck the redhead. She understood now, what the choice implied... she lurched up to frantically latch onto Tara’s hard nub, and moaned loudly. Her hands tightened once again into fists against the pillows, her palms itching to touch... any part of Tara.
The pressure in her lower belly was starting to rise again. Tara had no idea how she could still be so wound up. It was now – she glanced at the alarm clock – three thirty in the morning, and she’d just had an explosive orgasm. She chalked it up to The Willow Factor, and decided to just enjoy the ever loving Goddess out of it. “Oh, Willow... I love your mouth.” She ran her fingers through auburn hair, eliciting a moan from below, coupled with more passionate tongue lashings against her engorged flesh. “Yes...”
One of her hands untangled itself from the mass of hair, to travel down a fluttering stomach, down more to a mound of different hair. Short-cropped and curly, but still auburn hair. Wet, auburn hair... she quickly realized. Very wet.
Tara felt drunk.
Willow’s hips jerked up when she felt Tara’s warm fingers against her wetness. The jerk became a swivel, left to right, when she noticed the fingers didn’t retreat. The pressure remained constant, tight against her but unmoving. “Oh, Ta-“ she moaned from around the nipple, her hips now taking on a rocking motion, pressing her clit back and forth against Tara’s wet fingers. Her core was tightening, and releasing... wanting.
Tara stopped again.
“No, no, no,” Willow let go of her second runner up, “baby, please,”
Tara moved away from the dexterous tongue with a whimper, “There’s another loser that wants it’s turn.” She said, her voice wavering slightly. Looking Willow in the eye, she brought her fingers up from her girlfriend’s pussy, and glided them across her own lips as if she was applying lip balm. The smell, so close to her nose made her resistance falter and she pushed the fingers into her mouth, wanting to taste. “Mmm” She groaned, loving the taste of her lover and the sigh she felt against her breast.
Tara took the fingers out of her mouth, and dove onto Willow’s parted lips. She drove her tongue into the receiving wet warmth, the taste of Willow still fresh on her lips. She groaned as she felt the velvety softness surrounding her.
Willow tasted herself on Tara’s tongue, reveling in it. Even knowing she might very well lose her mind from this experience, she kept her promise and didn’t move her hands. The rest of her body, though, was wriggling and writhing around... trying desperately to find contact of any kind. But, when it did, all it wanted was more, more, more.
Their tongues swirled around each-other, etching promises into soft, fleshy walls. With her kiss, Willow showed her girlfriend something to look forward to.
Tara pulled away, her eyes; smoky pools of blue, bore into Willow. Telling her with one look how much she was needed.
Tilting her head upwards and back again, Willow left no room for misunderstanding. “C’mere,” she husked, and softly bit her lower lip in anticipation.
Tara was in awe. This had never happened before. She knew of this, of course... had fantasized about it many times, even. She’d just felt too shy to bring it up. But now...
Now, she made her way above Willow. Kneeling on the pillows, her thighs framing her lover’s head, she looked down her own stomach to see green fire blazing up at her through her own damp curls. In a moment, the fire was eclipsed and she was engulfed in warmth, and softness... friction, and wetness. Her hips started moving of their own accord, her head lulled back onto her neck. “Oh, fuck...” She gripped the headboard. “Touch me Willow,”
Without further prompting, the redhead’s hands shot up to Tara’s breasts. Squeezing them into her palms once, before bringing her fingers inward, and pinching the hard points she found at the center. She drove her tongue into her lover’s pussy, making warm juice drip down her chin.
“Yes, guh..” Tara pushed down, wanting more, her muscles gripping the intruding tongue. “I missed you, I missed you,” She repeated, her hips resuming their rocking motion as Willow retreated, and wrapped her lips around the hard bud of nerves.
She stayed like this, her lips cradling her lover’s clit until all movement stopped, and all she could hear was panting and moaning from above. Willow then slid her hands down her girl’s stomach, her left arm slipping through her girlfriend’s legs, to wrap around her hip. The other, much like the first, came through shaking thighs, but rested against her own chest, between her breasts. She sucked hard.
Tara lurched forward, her head bouncing against the wall. The dull thud was eclipsed by the creaking of the bed, and the sounds the witches made as her pussy tightened again. Tara screamed Willow’s name, and rubbed herself more frantically against her lover’s mouth. She paused, “Oh, yeah...” Tara whispered as she felt two wet fingers tease her entrance. She spread her legs further apart.
Willow took her cue, and pushed into her lover. As always, she was overcome with a feeling of righteousness as she pressed deeper into her wanting woman, knowing that this was right. Loving the feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her. She loved Tara, wholly. And that was right.
She began a slow, but hard thrust. Synchronizing her tongue and hand allowed Tara to follow her rhythm. Willow started passing her tongue roughly over the blonde’s clit. She could feel how wet she was. She could literally feel her own want dripping from her, onto the sheets. She knew, Tara hadn’t done more than touch her fleetingly. But still, she could feel the sheets dampen beneath her. She hastened her thrusts. “MMmmm” She rumbled against the sensitive nub. Willow gripped Tara’s right hip, and started to push and pull the girl’s pussy against her mouth.
“I love you,” Tara moaned. She brought a hand down to hold Willow’s head against her, “Oh, God... don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Willow shook her head vigorously from side to side, saying a muffled “never”, knowing what the movement, and reverberations would do to her lover.
Tara held her breath, her hips grinding her pussy against Willow’s tongue. And then, in an exhalation of breath, she came. “Will! Unh.. unh..” Willow tried to steady the hips above her, but really didn’t put that much effort into it. She loved seeing Tara respond this way. She could feel the blonde, tightening around her fingers in a pulsing wave. It felt to Willow as if her fingers were being kissed over and over again.
She kept licking softly, grinning at the jumping breasts above her as Tara’s body worked through the twitches. She kept it up, slowly licking and as she felt the walls of Tara’s womanhood release her, she pressed in with her fingers instead of pulling them out.
In one movement, she curled her fingers upwards effectively pressing against her lover’s sweet spot, and dragged her flattened tongue languorously across Tara’s clit. The fingers that were, until now, caressing her scalp, were tightening into her hair. Gripping, and holding Willow’s mouth against herself. Three thrusts against the spongy surface, and three rough swirls of the tongue... Tara was coming again. “Gggghh”
Willow got soaked.
“Oh, God.. oh,” Panting, Tara dripped down Willow’s body, “...moment.” She said, before laying down and resting her head against her lover’s pounding, wet chest. Oblivious.
Willow’s hands were all over her. Rubbing, caressing... groping. “I fucking love when that happens,” she heard growled from above. She felt the rumble in the chest she was laying on, as well, and Tara finally clued into what had just happened. An apology was perched on her lips, to ease any discomfort... to—
But it wouldn’t be needed, she soon realized. Willow had liked it. A lot, by the looks of it. Tara thought for sure she must’ve lost time, because she didn’t remember her lover moving her leg to hook over her own hip. She didn’t remember them turning onto their sides, either. Or, the fact that she’d started kissing Willow again. Well, Willow was doing most the kissing.
“Tara, Tara... I need you so much,” She was growling. Willow had left the building; she had been reduced to pure need. “Please, please, please,” She begged, and ground her clit against the blonde’s hip.
Tara, seeing Willow this way... so wanton. No, this was past wanton. “Lay on your stomach, Will.” The blonde pulled away, and chuckled softly at the sound of birds, chirping their morning songs, coming through the window. She watched as Willow did as she was told. “Sun’s coming up.” Tara ran her hands down the redhead’s back, to rest against her ass. She squeezed. The resulting groan, and grinding of hips spurred her on. “Get up on your knees, sweetie.”
With a whimper, Willow raised up on her hands and knees.
“MMmmm... you’re so sexy, baby.” Tara’s voice had that hint of honey again, seeing her girlfriend like this. She positioned herself behind her love, kneeling astride Willow’s bent, left leg. She rubbed a warm ass cheek, “Ready?”
“Yessssss”
At Willow’s moan, Tara pushed two fingers into her girlfriend, bringing them almost all the way out, before pushing them back in and twisting her fingers clockwise, pointing down. “Tara!” Willow screamed, and pushed herself against the blonde’s fingers. “Fuck me, fuck me...”
Finding the spot she was looking for, Tara made sure to make good use of it. Thrusting her fingers harder into her girlfriend, she dipped her fingers low on the way in, and hooked them on her way out, rubbing the spot in question.
“Oh... Fuhh—yess-sss-sss” The headboard was crashing against the wall, the springs were squeaking, but Willow didn’t care. “Harder... harder..” Her arms collapsed, leaving only her butt sticking up in the air, Tara still fucking her, harder now.
Tara was sweating, her hair stuck to her lips as it swayed back and forth with her movements. “You feel so good... so wet,” She brought her other hand across her lover’s hip, down to the tight bundle of nerves she knew needed serious attention. Dipping lower, momentarily bumping against her other hand, she coated her fingers in Willow’s juices and brought them back up to the pulsing flesh. She pressed against it, pushed a third finger into her lover, and rubbed her fingers back and forth over Willow’s clit. Tara felt a growl in her throat.
With every thrust of the blonde’s fingers, “Yes!” the redhead couldn’t find any other word to say, “Yes!” Her brain had shut down, everything was left on autopilot and her body was coming in for a landing. “Oh, baby... I’m gonna...”
Tara stopped, and pulled away.
“NO!” Willow heard herself shout. Frantically she reached down her own body, determined to give herself release.
Tara didn’t discourage this move, but merely rolled her love over to see the woman’s fingers work madly at her clit. The sight alone was enough to make her salivate. She laid between Willow’s thighs, and dove her tongue into the pool of liquid that was her lover’s need for her. She feasted as fingers rubbed harder. “come for me, baby” she growled, before moving up and stealing her girlfriend’s clit, the fingers that were busy rubbing were now gripping a fistfull of blonde hair. She pushed three fingers back into her lover’s pussy and started fucking her as she rubbed her tongue harder. “Come for me,” she repeated.
Willow’s hips raised up above the mattress, “I’m... oh, God baby I’m coming,” and she did. Convulsion after convulsion, her body jerked. She knew she had Tara trapped inside of her, she could feel the blonde purring against her hot flesh.
After a long moment, Tara made her way up Willow’s body and brought the afghan with her... too tired to get under the covers, she draped the material over their spent bodies.
“Welcome home baby.”
Willow was already asleep.
The End.
Hope you've enjoyed!
~M.
I hope you will continue to write and contribute your efforts for us all to enjoy.
everywhere are gonna love this. Even in the heat of passion, Willow and Tara are still Willow and Tara. I'm going to be in a happy visual place for a long time. Everyone should get a 'welcome home' like this.
Yes. Very Yes.
