Chapter Forty-nineWillow and Tara laid in each other’s arms...warmed by the firelight. There were no need for words...their actions had said more than a lifetime of talking ever could...
Willow moved to her side, looking at the way the light of the flames danced on the porcelain skin of her love, Tara...it was she that finally broke the silence...
“You know...every time I look at you...I don’t think that there is any way you could possibly be more beautiful...and then I look again...and you’ve gotten even better...”
Tara blushed, flashing that oh-so-familiar one-sided smile that Willow loved...
“You don’t even know how beautiful you are, do you?” Willow said in amazement.
“I’m nothing special...” Tara said, somewhat embarrassed.
“Baby...you’re the most beautiful woman in the world...you...you’re incredible...you’re everything!”
“Don’t you think you might be just a little bit biased?” Tara said with a chuckle.
“Me? Biased? No way! Ask Xander...he thinks your hot! ...and Buffy...don’t think I haven’t caught those sly looks that she gives you when you wear those tight jeans that drive me all nuts...and Anya...she even called you a goddess once! So it’s not just me that thinks you’re the hottest witchy babe ever to walk the face of the earth!”
Goddess...she’s in full babble mode...she is so cute when she does that!!!
“I love it when you do that.” Tara said, smiling.
“Do what?”
“You’re in full Willow-babble mode...I love it when you babble...”
“I was not babbling...I was just making my point.” she said, primly.
“Oh...and what point would that be?”
“This...” she said, rolling on top of the blonde...
“Mmmmm...I think I’m starting to see your point...”
“Well...tell me...what can I do to convince you?” Willow said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Hmmmm...you could kiss me...right here.” She said, pointing to her pulse point...
Willow dipped her head...pressing her lips to the soft sweet spot on Tara’s neck...
“...and here...” Tara said, pointing to her temple...
Willow brushed her lips against the velvety skin of the blonde’s face, drinking in the soft smell of Tara...jasmine and sandalwood...
The feeling of Willow’s skin against hers...their soft bodies mingled together as one...and the red-head’s soft lingering kisses were causing Tara’s heart to race. Her breathing was coming in short pants...as the energy coursed through Willow’s body and into hers...
Willow pulled back, looking to Tara for further instructions...
This time, the blonde touched her lips...
Willow smiled as she leaned down, taking Tara’s lips within her own...
Tara raised her head...deepening the kiss...
Much to Tara’s chagrin...Willow slowly retreated...pulling away from the embrace.
“No...” Tara moaned...reaching up to pull her love back into her arms.
“Shhh...” Willow said, placing her finger on the blonde’s lips. She slid her lithe body down to Tara’s center, resting her weight on her knees, straddling her...
Willow reached for the bottle of Champagne and one of the flutes. She poured the glass three-quarters full, taking a sip...letting the bitter-sweet taste spread across her full lips...leaning her head back as her tongue ran across them, leaving a glistening trail behind...
Oh my god...this is so...she is so...hot...
The sight of her love, combined with the hot wetness spreading across her center...mingling with Willow-scent...it was completely and totally arousing Tara to her peak...
Willow then dipped her finger into the champagne...removing it slowly...reaching out and teasingly running it along Tara’s pouty lips...dipping the tip within the center of her waiting mouth...
Tara took the finger in...pursing her lips around it as she teased the tip with her tongue...only to have Willow reclaim it as her own...pulling away once again.
The red-haired vixen ran her soft hand across Tara’s midsection...slowly...tantalizingly...
She then took the glass, pouring a trail of warm champagne down the silky smooth skin on Tara’s abdomen...
Tara gasped as the liquid hit her skin...tingling as it ran down her sides in small rivulets.
Willow leaned down, starting just above the golden mound of curls below, gently running her tongue along Tara’s center...lapping up the sticky-sweet liquid as she worked her way up to her chest...
Mmmm..Tara-skin and Dom Peringnon...what a wonderful combination...
“Mmmm..” A moan escaped Willow’s mouth as she slid up the blonde’s body...
Tara reached down, running her hands through the red-tresses of her soulmate...guiding her up to her awaiting lips...
The two came together like fire and ice...sizzling with energy...power...electricity...surging...
“Will...need you...now...” Tara gasped.
Willow was only to eager to comply...as she reached down...feeling the hot wetness that awaited her below. She circled Tara’s engorged clit, tracing soft-circles so light that she could barely feel the skin beneath her fingers...
Tara’s back arched and she pushed her hips forward...starving for more contact...
Soon...but not yet, my love...
Willow moved her hands lower...dipping her fingers in Tara’s nectar...moving her fingers up in a wet trail back to their origination...
“Will...please?” Tara begged.
Willow leaned forward, capturing Tara’s mouth in hers once again...tongues entwined in a primal dance...
Finally...the red-head gave into her own passion...giving Tara what she wanted so desperately...her soft hand moved down from the hard nub to explore the hot depths of Tara’s love...
She raised her hips...grinding into Willow’s fingers...diving deeper and deeper to her core...
The mere thought of giving Tara this much pleasure was raising Willow’s own excitement...making her body want more...more of Tara...pouring every ounce of energy that she had from the very depths of her soul into her loving...finally culminating in a burst of energy that sent the two witches into a wave of orgasmic convulsions...
Willow collapsed on Tara’s chest...neither able to move...both heaving for air...
“Wow...” Tara said, panting...
“Yeah...wow...” Willow agreed...
To Be Continued...