Chapter 5
“Wow. Amazing tongue you got there.” Willow said, her fingers pausing in their lazy circling on Tara’s leg, visualizing that tongue licking across her chin and lips.
“Well, you do taste good.” Tara replied with a naughty look and then observed a suddenly silent Willow for a moment. “Um, Willow… your mouth…” Her voice trailed off, a small half smile flickering across her face.
Willow snapped her mouth closed and swallowed. She shifted her body under the covers. “Did I mention, ‘wow’?” She swallowed again. “And next page, please?”
Tara chuckled and turned the page…
Tara tied a soft cotton towel around Willow’s head, covering her eyes. She smiled down at her lover and caressed a cheek with the back of her hand. Willow can only feel and hear now, her sense of sight having been taken away.
“I take it I’m not going to be playing ‘pin the tail on the donkey’?” Willow asked, turning her head and testing the blindfold.
“No.” Tara laughed.
“You’re going to be playing with me instead?” Willow asked, hopefully.
“Yes.” Tara replied.
“Okay.” Willow managed to say.
Tara moved back to the refrigerator, peered inside and Willow could hear her sorting through the items on the shelves. When she straightened and peered around the door at Willow, she was shifting herself on the chair, trying to get comfortable. Tara chuckled, knowing full well why. Poor Willow. She bit her lower lip, sympathizing with how her lover must be feeling and raised a hand to her cheek, feeling the intense heat there even in the cool air of the open refrigerator. Tara was tingling with need, the need for Willow to make love to her. But, first things first. With an effort she shifted her attention back to the matter at hand, finding suitable finger food.
“Oh, my. Look at these.” Tara looked at Willow and cocked her head. “Oh. You can’t see what I have can you?”
“No.” Willow’s voice was almost a whimper.
Tara looked at the box of plump ripe strawberries in her hand. She stepped over to Willow and straddling her legs, sat back down in her lap. Willow leaned forward, as if trying to find Tara’s lips. Tara smiled and kissed her. Their tongues touched briefly before swirling around each other and Willow moaned softly when Tara pulled back.
She inhaled deeply, pulling Tara’s scent into her, a faint trace of the lavender soap, a touch of the soft perfume she always wore, but most of all the smell that was uniquely her lover’s.
Tara picked up a strawberry by its stem and brought it to Willow’s mouth. Willow’s nose twitched at the berry scent and her lips parted, allowing Tara to slip the succulent berry past her lips. Resting the berry on her tongue, Willow bit down and Tara discarded the stem when she started chewing. Tara picked another plump berry and raised it to Willow’s mouth, but only allowed Willow to bite into half of it that time. Some of the juice ran pink over Willow’s chin and Tara leaned in, capturing the sweet nectar with her own mouth. Willow felt the soft lips on her sticky skin and then close wetly over it. Willow closed her eyes and moaned, the half eaten berry in her mouth forgotten. Tara’s lips sought hers and her tongue dove into Willow’s waiting mouth and pulled the fruit from it and into hers. Willow heard Tara chewing the fruit, and could feel her own eyes darkening with lust. Tara ran the remaining half eaten berry along Willow’s jaw and down her neck. This was followed by Tara’s lips, leaving a wet trail of kisses behind.
Willow moaned - her remaining senses heightened by the loss of her sight. She squeezed her legs together, an attempt to ease the ache between them, and Tara responded by pressing down against her which only intensified that sensation. She groaned. Then when Tara’s lips moved along her jaw, she instinctively tilted her head, allowing Tara better access to her neck.
Tara’s hands moved downward over her shirt, gliding over her breasts and stomach to rest at the waistband of her leather pants for a brief second before continuing on. Willow gasped when Tara’s hand slid over the leather to cup her between her legs. She could feel the heat radiating from the hand there and was sure Tara could feel the heat from her sex through the supple leather. Tara applied pressure against the seam and Willow pushed back, against the heel of her hand, rotating her hips slightly. A low moan escaped from her when the seam rubbed over her clit.
Abruptly, Tara pulled her hand away and Willow murmured a protest. Leaving the hollow of Willow’s neck, she trailed wet kisses down over the skin at Willow’s collarbone and chest.
When Tara’s lips brushed against the fabric of Willow’s blouse, her nimble fingers pushed buttons through buttonholes, opening the shirt. As Tara’s fingers made their way down, her lips followed. When she pulled back, Tara took hold of the edges of Willow’s coat and pushed it back over her shoulders, stopping at the elbows. Next she pulled Willow’s shirt out from inside her pants and pushed it to the same extent. Willow wasn’t wearing a bra and Tara stared at her lover’s exposed torso. She watched Willow’s chest rise and fall heavily as her breathing quickened. Her eyes rested on the small breasts, the nipples hardening in arousal. Slowly she moved her eyes upward and imagined the hungry gaze that was in those green eyes beneath the blindfold.
Tara’s blue eyes were soft yet they burned hot like fire - a fire ignited by the desire and passion that flowed between them. Willow shuddered when Tara rubbed the cool berry over her warm, hard nipples. She gasped when Tara’s hot mouth fastened over one of them. She moaned when Tara’s tongue glided over the sensitive nub and arched her back when Tara nipped it with her teeth. Willow moaned louder, the muscles in her legs tightening when Tara pulled it into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue over it. She clenched her hands against the sensation and literally felt her toes curling.
“Goddess!” Willow cried out.
Abruptly, Tara set the comic down on her lap, the abruptness of her action disorienting Willow for a moment who blinked a few times trying to refocus.
“Okay, I need a break.” Tara said, exhaling.
“Oh, baby, Why’d you stop?” Willow looked into the blue orbs that were darkening with desire. “It was just starting to get sexy.” She smirked.
“Sexy?” Tara chuckled dryly. “Willow, the sexy happened way back.”
“You’re turned on!” Willow said, noticing the flush under Tara’s skin and then smiled in amusement. “You are, aren’t you?”
“And you’re not?” Tara threw back teasingly, resisting the urge to cross her arms over her chest.
“Well, I… you know… well, yeah.” Willow stammered.
Tara pushed the comic from her lap to the coverlet. She leaned in and kissed Willow, her legs stretching under the sheet, which pushed the comic off the bed and onto the floor. She moved forward, forcing Willow to lay back. She took Willow’s hand in hers and brought it up to her mouth. With lidded eyes and in a smoky voice she said, “I’m pretending that your fingers are covered with chocolate.” Tara’s pink tongue darted out and licked at her fingers before they were engulfed by her mouth, slowly. Tara’s mouth was hot and moist and she could feel Tara’s soft lips moving over her fingers. Willow gasped at the sensation and moaned when Tara’s tongue swirled lazily around her digits before sucking them inside.
Panting, Willow gazed at Tara, the blue eyes were heavily lidded with lust and her hair fanned down over her shoulders like a silk curtain. Reluctantly, Willow pulled her fingers from Tara’s mouth and they glistened wetly. She took the silk night gown that Tara wore in her hands and lifted it up and over Tara’s head, tossing it to the floor. She wove her fingers into the golden hair and pulled Tara’s face down, touching the soft lips with her own. As their lips brushed against each other, Willow slid a hand down between them, and her fingers found what they were searching for. She swallowed Tara’s moan of pleasure when her fingers brushed over the hard nub and circled. Willow shifted so that they lay on their side and slid her fingers into Tara. She pulled them out and then plunged them back in, curling and flexing them against the hot walls.
“Oh, Tara, baby…” Willow said huskily when Tara’s muscles contracted around her fingers.
She didn’t feel pain when Tara raked her hands into her hair, the nails scraping over her scalp, only the burning desire to please and to hear the muffled cries as Tara climaxed. Willow watched Tara’s heavily lidded eyes close and the full lips part as the orgasm swept over her. Before Tara could utter anything, Willow planted her mouth over Tara’s, devouring her love’s cry. She pulled Tara in tighter as the blonde trembled and then collapsed into her, panting hard.
God, Tara was beautiful. And wonderful. Her skin, her hair, her lips, so soft. Willow wrapped her arms around her. She could feel Tara’s heart beating wildly against her chest even though her breathing had already slowed. She felt very revered of this woman who had captured her heart. Willow nuzzled her face into the blond tresses and breathed, letting her eyes drift closed, savoring the moment.
Slowly, Tara opened her eyes, turned her head and met the green ones smiling back at her. She smiled mischievously, shifting her body lower so her mouth could reach Willow’s breasts. She heard Willow’s sharp intake of breath when her mouth closed over a nipple, feeling it harden against her tongue. Willow’s hands dug into her back when she sucked on the hard nub. She slid a hand down over Willow’s stomach and played briefly with the curls between her legs. Willow’s legs opened further when her fingers slid down into the hot wetness between the fleshy folds.
“Willow, you’re so wet.” Tara whispered and Willow groaned.
“It’s your fault, baby.” Willow replied hoarsely.
Tara could hear Willow panting now as she increased the pressure on the nipple in her mouth, sucking and nipping. When Willow arched her back, Tara dove her fingers inside and a shiver went through her when Willow moaned with pleasure. Her fingers seemed to move of their own accord, sliding in and out, faster and faster, making Willow’s body writhe in passion. She knew Willow was close when she heard her name. She lifted her head to gaze at her lover and their eyes locked. Willow’s mouth was open and her emerald eyes, blazing with lust, met her own. Tara shifted her body when Willow’s hands in her hair pulled at her and their lips met in a passionate kiss.
To be continued...
"After one take, Joss did say, 'Can we have one that's less like you're going to sleep together in about five minutes?'" - Alyson Hannigan
by Twisted Minstrel » Wed Nov 20, 2002 5:33 am 
Can't help it, I'm a big tease.
I think I need a cold shower now!!!!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!!! *LOL*
Me likes!! Me likes alot!! 
, and sexy, made me go all 
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4ever 