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Here's a take on what happened after Tara tried on the suit, much to Willow's enjoyment...and my own to be honest. Whew, it's warm in here, right?
I don't own the characters nor anthing of ME's, Joss', or any other member of the Buffy team. Just another fan giving some thoughts of erotica between my favorite lesbian couple in the world...even if fictional.
Feedback welcome, of course!
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(The first little paragraph is a continuation of the earlier story...I'm just starting right after it, as Tara goes back to using her sense memories of being with Willow, sexually.)
“Do you like what you see?”
Willow stared blankly, her mouth slightly open.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” Tara slowly continued walking towards her.
Willow nodded still unable to produce any vocalization.
“I’m glad you approve, my love...”
“Unh huh, oh yes!” Willow, blown away by the sight of her lover, her voluptuous and sensual lover, could feel the butterflies of excitement building in her stomach.
Tara smiled. Any grunt of approval would do. She dropped her chin to look fully into those green eyes. Her mouth was a breathy whisper away from kissing soft Willow lips..
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As Tara visually saw patterns in the popcorn ceiling above, her heart tingled with sense memories of the afternoon before, inscribing deeply felt intricate patterns of passion in her body. She was still reaching for air as she recalled the exact moment she stepped out from behind the mirror. The very mirror that reflected and exposed all of Tara parts to an adoring Willow. Slow, casual commentary accompanied with some soft kissing had barely exchanged between them when, in a dizzying blur, Tara was overcome with Willow lips and Willow hands ravaging her from head to toe. That, in itself, was definitely going from bathing suit to birthday suit. Tara smiled at the recollection. But it was watching them in the mirror which carried the sensual effects far from where the moment had originated. The prone blonde looked down at herself on the bed. She was running slow circles on her belly, trying to extinguish the slow fire building between her thighs. Ah, the touches, the kisses, the open vulnerabilities of watching her lover come, with legs spread wide apart just so Tara could see the full view of Willow’s center pulsing and climaxing with release. Tara knew she was responsible for this intimate act. All which was required was the flaunting of her sexual self and this she could do. There was immense pleasure derived from playing a tease and flirt...and it didn’t take much for her red-headed companion to be lured in by her charms. Of course, Tara didn’t radiate what was already buried inside, to which only her Willow held the key.
As the replays were being scripted in her mind, she remembered hands tangled in hair, hands on faces, hands on shoulders, hands on breasts, hands on waists, hands on buttocks...there were far too many pairs of hands...no wait, only two sets, hers and Willows. But it felt like twenty. Finger tips gliding across a bare abdomen caused one to inhale sharply, while smooth palms found their way across taut nipples prompted the other to exhale with as much force. Neither knew who moaned or gasped in pleasure. For, to them, they were one being now, and the mutual sounds were coming from one body. It was Willow who pulled Tara down to the ground on her knees. She had already unzipped her jeans desperate and eager to be touched, to be breathed upon, to be tasted and taken. It would not take much to send her lover to the stratosphere.
Tara turned Willow around to sit between her own throbbing legs. They faced themselves in front of the mirror, together watching their passion ignite between them. Oh, such an erotic sight to behold! Willow flung her head back on Tara’s shoulder as the blonde ran a cool finger down her already slick center.
“Watch me.” She whispered in her ear. Willow groaned and looked back into the mirror. She watched as Tara took two fingers and slid deeply inside her folds, finding her G-spot, enticing the desire to cum for the blonde already. Tara retracted those fingers and drew them upwards, towards her mouth. Separating her fingers, she pointed at both her and Willow and beckoned the girl to take a finger with her. Together, they sucked the creamy richness of the red-head’s delicious desire. Tara was on fire. Willow could take no more. She spread her legs far apart and lifted her buttocks slightly off the floor. What a glorious view for Tara! She watch, enraptured by the sights and sounds and smells before her. Willow came hard...as hard as she’d ever known before, letting her inhibitions go completely. A small gasp, to a slight whimper, to a full blown orgasmic cry echoed the room...and it silenced Tara with awe and admiration.
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The sense memories had affected her again. She lay on the bed, overwhelmed with emotions, and knew she was going to climax again, in a matter of moments, while reminiscing the acts of their lovemaking. She reached above her head for the pillows to grab...something to give tension as she was experiencing such pleasure. Oh for the love of the woman...how did Willow manage to do this to her constantly?
“Honey? Whatcha doin’...” Tara was in mid-climax when Willow walked in through the door of their bedroom.
To be continued....