Hi Kittens. Here's the promised update. With chocolate.
Rating - NC 17
WARNING
Grab your thudding gear, pillows, ice, water, whatever, and kick back. Don't forget to blink and breathe.
And, oh yes, have fun.
******
Tara gazed into her lover’s sweet face. It was such an open face, with its soft lips and large eyes. Beautiful eyes that were still on the verge of tears – eyes that gave the lie to the smiling mouth.
If only there was a way to make things easier faster, or just to make them easy at all! She’d do it; she’d do anything to help. But there was nothing.
She’d been there. She’d worked through it. And while her first step had been easier to take – hers had been an escape, after all – the rest of the journey had been hard.
It was going to be even harder for her lover. Willow had lacked an incentive to take that first step – had actually had a wealth of reasons NOT to take it – until recently. Before she could do it, she was going to have to refute each of her reasons for hesitating. And she would need to be prepared to deal with the complications that identifying as gay entailed.
But all Tara said was, “I think we need to get you undressed.” At Willow’s nod, she unfastened the button and tugged at the zipper on her pants. Willow herself shrugged out of her jacket. Together and apart they undressed the rest of the way.
“Oh! The chocolate ….” Willow pointed to the pile of clothing that now lay draped over the chair and made as if to get it.
“No, sweetie, I’ll get it. Why don’t you get comfy?” Tara nodded toward her bed. She turned away and found the jacket, listening to the covers rustle as Willow climbed between them. She extricated the bar, noting absently that away from body heat it had firmed up a bit – which was probably all to the good, since what she intended involved less licking than sucking and nibbling. Chocolate in hand, she rejoined her lover, who lay on her back, one arm outstretched on the bed, waiting to curl around her.
“Chocolate raspberry?” Willow asked softly.
“Uh-huh.” She slipped between the covers and leaned on one elbow as she struggled to un-wrap the slightly gooey bar. Pinching off a bite, she offered it to her love, watching as Willow-lips closed over her fingers, feeling Willow-teeth nibbling the goo off. Withdrawing, she waited until her love swallowed, then offered her fingers again. Willow-tongue washed them thoroughly so that they glistened wetly. “My turn now.”
Leaning forward, carefully not smooshing the candy against the bed, Tara brushed her lips over Willow’s. She pressed gently, felt them part, and slowly and deeply kissed her lover. Tasting Willow, and chocolate laced with raspberries. Her tongue probed, met Willow-tongue, and they deepened the kiss further. Willow’s hand glided up to the back of her head, and Tara shivered as Willow-fingers wove through her hair, massaging her neck gently. She curled her tongue behind Willow’s teeth, feeling the edge of them as she withdrew.
They were both breathing hard, but Willow shifted closer and asked softly, “More?”
Tara slid her uppermost leg over Willow’s thigh, bracing her knee against her love’s other thigh, and tore off another bite. Again Willow nibbled and sucked the chocolate from her fingers. She took another sweet, chocolate-y kiss from strawberry lips; her saliva slick fingers found a small, hard nipple and rubbed it, making her lover gasp into her mouth.
Reluctantly, she pulled her lips away from Willow’s and her fingers from their play. They still had most of the chocolate to eat, she should continue ….
Almost as if she had heard her thoughts, Willow said, “Let me … this time,” and took the bar from her hand.
This time it was her lips and Willow’s fingers. Slim, tapered fingers, agile fingers – she sucked and nibbled, her mouth hungering more for the taste of Willow than for the chocolate. And yet she was almost impatient for the fingers to leave her mouth – her body also hungered for those fingers. Willow-fingers slick with her saliva found their own nipple to play with and Tara moaned, pressing herself against her lover.
Their mouths met hungrily and they moved against one another beneath the covers, their bodies kissing too.
Tara reluctantly broke off their kiss, an action that made them both whimper. Eyes somehow wide and heavy at the same time, so great was their hunger for one another that she considered just forgetting about the rest of the chocolate. And yet she didn’t want these incredible feelings to end. She wanted this to last forever.
She squeezed off another piece of chocolate from the bar in Willow’s hand and fed it to her. Tasted her, stroked her - another bite and still one more - each one exquisitely pleasurable.
Until just one bite remained.
Willow stopped her. “Mine. For you.”
Three words that made Tara’s nipples ache, her clit harden, as she watched Willow take the last bite of chocolate between her lips. She licked those sweet lips, the chocolate-y, fruity goodness and Willow combining into the best dessert she’d ever eaten. Her tongue pulled the morsel from between her lover’s lips, and after chewing quickly, she swallowed. Flicking her tongue over Willow’s lips she lapped up every bit of remaining chocolate.
“My turn.”
For a moment she was confused, then giggled as Willow’s head ducked down. The giggle became a moan as Willow’s lips closed over her nipple. Arching her back, she pressed rhythmically against her lover’s thigh, the angle not especially good, but she needed to be doing something.
Willow finally raised her head and gazed deeply into her eyes. “I want you.”
*****
“I need you.” She searched Tara’s face, saw the hunger and the love, but couldn’t say aloud what she felt. The three unspoken words hovered between them. But she saw acceptance on her lover’s face as Tara disregarded the potential barrier and rolled herself up on top of her.
“I know.” Tara-lips met hers gently in a kiss that was almost a denial of the passion that had raged between them moments before. Her lover whispered, “Can we go slow, sweetie?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I want to go slow too, but … I want you so much.”
“I want you too. And I need you, too.” Tara kissed her again gently, her action a total contrast to her statement. “Let’s try slow, okay?”
“To the edge and hold it?” she asked with a little smile.
“Um, maybe a little back from the edge,” Tara replied her eyes dancing. “I don’t think very well when I’m right at the edge; I might not stop in time.” Her lips brushed over hers again and she began to rock them together very gently, very slowly. “Is this good or do you want my fingers?”
She closed her eyes and considered Tara-fingers. “This. Just this. If you added your fingers, I think we’d have to forget slow.” She joined in Tara’s muted laughter and opening her eyes, she studied her lover’s beautiful face. Its natural softness was enhanced by arousal, eyes more heavily lidded, lips even fuller. Beautiful. She sighed contentedly, saw the lips quirk, and smiled in turn.
“You’re thinking,” her lover accused.
“Uh-huh.” Willow nodded agreement and ran her hands up Tara’s back. “About you. How beautiful you are. How I’m the only one …,” she levered herself up, kissed the soft lips, and continued in a whisper, “…. who gets to see you become even more beautiful.” She freed the blonde hair that had been tucked behind her lover’s ears, letting it form a shimmering curtain around their faces.
Tara smiled shyly at the compliment and whispered back, “I love making love to you. I love watching you come. Your beautiful eyes open sooo wide and your lips part ….” She kissed her again, softly, gently. “And your tongue licks over them and then does this little curl. And all I can think is how beautiful you are and I want to do it again.”
“My tongue curls?” she asked, amused.
“Uh-huh. Like this.” Tara demonstrated. “It’s cute. I love your tongue. Willow-tongue.” Her lips pressed against hers and parted them, Tara-tongue seeking its companion in a much deeper kiss.
Willow shifted beneath her lover as their lips separated, seeking a less intensely pleasurable position. Looking up into smoldering eyes, she explained her movements. “That was feeling a little too good, too soon.”
“This is hard,” Tara admitted breathlessly. “I just want to ….”
“Ravish me?” she suggested with a grin.
“Oh yes!” Her lover nodded emphatically, her hair swaying. “But it feels sooo good too.”
“Uh-huh,” Willow agreed. “So no hurry, right?”
“No hurry.” The full lips smiled.
“Can I play with your breasts … or will that be too much?”
“Um, too much, I think,” Tara considered with a thoughtful frown, “if we stay like this.”
“You have an idea? ‘Cause I’d really like to, y’know? How? What?” She couldn’t contain her eagerness.
“Vixen.” A single word and a kiss to the tip of her nose.
Willow willed herself to patience, watching her lover, watching the thoughts flickering over her face. She focused on her body, how it connected with Tara’s. She could feel the hardness of her lover’s nipples pressing against her own breasts – that was actually what had inspired her question. She could feel the roughness of Tara’s hair where her pelvis rocked against her hip and thigh. And she could feel the wetness of Tara’s cunt, her juices lubricating their connection, letting Tara glide a few inches. Her own juices slicked Tara’s thigh as they rocked together.
It was all softness, smoothness, and wetness. It was like kissing, like tongues sliding over one another – soft, yet gently firm – and so different from making love with Oz.
But making love with Tara was always different from making love with Oz. Different bodies, the one soft and warm, the other firm and warm – that was one difference. And yeah, different equipment, one set she was intimately familiar with, one set she was not. Not that either was bad. Oh, no, soooo not bad! But Tara made her feel things that she’d never felt with Oz. She didn’t know whether it was just familiarity with the “equipment”, or whether it was due to the spell, or whether Tara was simply a more experienced lover. She didn’t really care; she could only wonder at the feelings.
This, though, with the similarity in position to how she and Oz had most frequently made love, brought the differences home. And she was certain that with Oz, with the amount of stimulation she was getting, they wouldn’t have been able to not-hurry.
“Um, I think I have an idea.” Tara finally spoke. Willow raised her eyebrows encouragingly. “It’s … it’s, um, going to be maddening though.”
“What? How is it going to be maddening?” she asked with a little frown.
“We stay like this – but sometimes I’m higher up on you so that you can play with my breasts, and sometimes I’m lower so that I can play with yours. We take turns, and stop to shift when it gets too intense … but there may be times when that won’t be enough and we’ll have to stop doing this altogether.” Tara pressed more firmly against her in demonstration.
Willow gasped as the sensations between her legs increased, then stopped as Tara slid off and lay beside her. She swallowed heavily and said, “You’re right. It’s going to be maddening. But I think it sounds like it might be fun, too.”
“Hah!” Tara exclaimed with a lopsided smile. “You’re just obsessed with my breasts. I think you’d agree to anything as long as you get to play with them.” She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation and then smiled more broadly. “I think it’s cute.”
“They’re just sooo nice.” She tried to explain her obsession. “They’re soft but firm and they’re part of you, and because of that, they taste like you, and well, I like tasting you, and when I touch them it makes you feel good. And I like making you feel good.”
Giggling a little, her lover shook her head in amusement and kissed her. “Willow-babble. I love Willow-babble.” She edged up in the bed and asked, “There, can you reach?”
She rolled onto her side and ducked her head a bit. “Uh, only one with my mouth.” She looked up with a frown.
“I know, but when I’m on top you’ll have access to the other.” Tara entwined her fingers in red hair and pulled her mouth towards her breast.
Willow resisted the pull to grin up at her lover. “I like doing it. You like me doing it too.”
“I do, sweetie, I do.”
And she let Tara pull her head down.
*****
She didn’t really have to guide Willow’s mouth – it knew the way very well – but she wanted to; and besides, having her hand on the back of her lover’s head was pleasant for both of them. Her other arm she slipped underneath and past Willow’s shoulders so that she could cradle the slim woman to her. Willow-lips and Willow-fingers made contact with her nipples and she arched her back. Nice, very nice. Hard-to-think nice.
Tara lifted her upper leg and nudged it between Willow’s thighs. Her knee made contact with Willow’s center and she pressed inward. Her lover’s lips and tongue stopped their play and she moaned. She eased off.
Willow tipped her head back and met her eyes, “Tara, that was ….”
“Nice?”
“I was going for distracting, but yeah …,” Willow ended with a sigh. She lowered her head again and flicked her tongue over her nipple.
She breathed in past her teeth with a hiss and tried to pull Willow’s mouth back into place, but her lover chose to use just her tongue. Her eyes drifted closed and she licked her lips in pleasure. She could feel her breast bounce under her lover’s firm, soft tongue as it flicked and stroked her nipple. Feeling Willow-fingers pinch her other nipple was too much, and she moaned aloud.
Willow-tongue stopped its torment and Willow said softly, “I think that must feel pretty good. What about this?” Closing her lips around the nipple, she sucked hard.
“Ohhhhh!” Tara thrust her body toward her lover and trembled as Willow-tongue danced over the captive. Slowly, her lover reduced the suction and the rapid flicks until the pleasure became more bearable. She watched Willow’s lips part, freeing her nipple, watched pink Willow-tongue swirl gently over it then retreat, and met the hot, green eyes that gazed up into her face.
“I think that qualifies as a yes.” Willow stated the obvious and rubbed the palm of her hand over the nipple that wasn’t accessible to her mouth.
She squirmed, the friction between her nipple and Willow’s palm more than adequate to make her head swim. Her nipples ached and it just felt so good.
“More?” Willow asked watching her face.
She nodded sharply and her lips parted in anticipation as Willow’s mouth returned to her breast.
Her lover loved her breasts gently, with lips, and tongue, and fingers. In reaction to the pleasure Tara found herself pushing against Willow. She tightened her hand in the soft red hair, her other hand stroking over her lover’s shoulders aimlessly. Slowly Willow increased the suction on her nipple and her hands clenched in desperation.
“Ahhhh!” She cried out at the intensity of the sensation, moaning almost in relief when Willow released it.
Her lover shifted upwards in the bed until they were eye to eye and she found Willow-lips, warm and soft, pressed against hers. She opened to the gentle pressure, felt Willow-tongue slide in, and nibbled and sucked on it.
Willow broke the kiss and whispered, “This is so deliciously maddening, isn’t it?” Without waiting for an answer she continued, “I want you on top of me. I think your other breast and nipple are feeling neglected. Will that be too much?”
“I ….” It was almost too difficult to speak. “I don’t know.”
“Can we try?”
Tara decided not to answer verbally. Slipping back up onto Willow’s thigh, she carefully did not press down; instead she leaned forward, bracing herself on her hands on either side of Willow’s head.
“Perfect.”
One word and then Willow-lips tore another moan out of her throat as they found and sucked the neglected nipple. She decided that maddening was an understatement as Willow sucked and nibbled and licked. Her grip on her desire and hunger was fraying as her lover drove her onward. Unable to bear it any longer, she pulled away and pressed her body hungrily against Willow’s.
She felt the pressure on her cunt increase as Willow moved beneath her. Back arching, she pressed down against her lover’s thigh, unable to resist her body’s needs. She was too absorbed in the sensations to quite register the shift as Willow levered her over onto her back. Breathing heavily, Willow barely touched her. She whimpered and tried to thrust up against her.
“Shhh.” Willow-lips covered her face in kisses, slowly calming her.
Her hunger took a small step back, then another, until finally she could speak, “Wil…low, I ….”
“I know – but slow, right? You still want to go slow.” Green eyes searched her face for the answer.
After a moment of internal struggle, she nodded.
“Okay, my turn then.” Willow smiled and stroked her face with her finger-tips. “But if I press against your thigh, I might push you over the edge.”
Tara considered the statement, touching Willow, her fingers running hungrily over her lover’s back and sides. “Straddle me,” she offered, “but up high, more on my tummy than on my pelvis.”
“Stop me, if I start … if it looks like I’m going to …,” Willow requested as she moved into position.
“If I can, sweetie.”
*****
Willow felt the softness of Tara’s tummy, but the contact was less intense than a thigh, or her pelvis. She shivered at the thought of rubbing herself against Tara’s curls – nice and prickly – and lifted herself up a bit. She leaned forward, and lowered her breasts to Tara’s mouth.
They were so small in comparison to her lover’s. Hardly there at all. Tara’s hands captured them, covered them, the gentle contact making her tremble-y. Her lover’s strong thumbs circled over her nipples in opposite directions and increased the trembliness.
Somehow Tara knew she was feeling, well, inadequate. "They're beautiful, Willow.” Tara’s voice was hoarse and strained with denied hunger. “They fit my hands perfectly.” Her lover gave them a squeeze, pinching the nipples a little as she did so, and making her gasp. “So sensitive.” Squeeze. “So perfect.” Her head lifted and her lips closed around a nipple.
Her own gentle torment began and she found that she had less patience than Tara. She quickly lost herself in the sensations Tara’s lips and tongue evoked. Her hips rocked hungrily, but without solid contact she only excited herself more. Speechless, she begged her lover with touches and thrusts.
“That looks like it feels good,” Tara whispered against her throat.
“MMmmmorrre.” Willow moaned the word, her hands knotting in the covers. She was nothing but hunger.
“I think we can stop now, sweetie.” Tara rolled them over and positioned herself. “…. teasing long enough …. it’s time ….” She missed most of the words, but her lover’s intentions were clear.
Tara rocked them together, and Willow arched upward, pressing her wet cunt against Tara’s thigh. Tara kissed her and she opened to her lover, her lips greedily devouring the other woman’s mouth. She felt her fingers dig into her lover’s bottom, pulling them even tighter. Her nails sank into the softness and Tara moaned.
She could feel the pleasure building in her center, higher and higher, until all that mattered was Tara and the rubbing. It broke slowly, flooding her – Tara just a moment behind – and she clung to her lover fiercely as wave after wave broke over them.
Gradually they relaxed, Tara slowly crumpling against her.
“Sooo good.”
“Yessss.”
by Tulipp » Tue Sep 10, 2002 11:18 am 
hysics, um, that's one of the reasons I'm liberal arts and not a veterinarian. It was fine in high school, but when I hit college, well, I found out how little the h.s. teacher knew and I was pretty traumatized by the 2nd week of class and just forget labs entirely (never did one in h.s). That was scary... Overachieving me somehow managed a B- in that course.
Not to mention the fact that they actually show her in this one. 
Yummy! Can't wait for that update. 
I'm sure I will love it. And I'm anxious to see your comments on my e-mail. Thanks, Mel. 
The sweetness of your Tara is an absolute joy! Thanks a lot... once again! 
Great stuff Mel, why hurry when you have all the time in the world 
