Okay, now, who wanted some gay love?
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The two women quietly made their way upstairs to Willow’s bedroom. They stood at the foot of the bed and gazed longingly at one another. The redhead took a step towards her love and gently reached out to cup the blonde’s face, running her thumb over delicate lips.
“Are you sure?” Willow asked needlessly, quietly.
Blue eyes radiated nothing but pure love as Tara nodded and whispered a gentle
“Please darling, love me.”
Willow closed the remaining gap between herself and the other half of her soul and captured already bruised lips in a searing kiss.
Lips smashed and tongues duelled. Willow’s fingers worked up to entwine in Tara’s soft golden tresses. Tara’s hands reached out to Willow’s waist and pulled the redhead even closer.
Legs weakened with the intensity of the kiss and the two women fell to the bed.
Five smooth, creamy buttons were slowly, reverently unfastened, revealing velvety white skin. Hungry lips breathed a trail of fire over quivering stomach muscles. Nimble fingers snapped open the front-fastening bra and pushed the powder-blue lace away from full, curvaceous breasts.
“Oh god Tara…” Willow breathed as she took in the sight of the other woman’s naked breasts. “So, beautiful…”
Hands, lips and tongue devoured the blonde’s breasts. Teeth grazed gently over dark, taut nipples. Nibbling, suckling, biting.
“Wil…low.” Tara groaned, breath catching in her throat.
Tara’s fingers tangled in soft, red hair, urging Willow’s warm mouth away from her nipple and up towards her own hungry lips. Willow kneaded and massaged Tara’s breasts as their tongues fought for supremacy; battling from one mouth to the other. The blonde discarded her unfastened blouse and bra then gently rolled Willow onto her back. Pulling away from the kiss Tara lightly straddled the redhead’s hips and began to gently scrape her rounded finger nails across Willow’s stomach, pushing the soft pale pink top up and eventually over Willow’s head.
“Why Ms Rosenberg, have you been out all day with no bra on?” Tara scolded playfully when faced with Willow’s pert, naked breasts.
“Hmm, and you’re not at all pleased about that, are you?” Willow raised her eyebrow questioningly,
“Well, I’m certainly not gonna complain.” Tara grinned affectionately.
The blonde ran eager fingers over Willow’s breasts, up to raspberry nipples which she gently tweaked, pulled and rolled between her fingers. The redhead arched into Tara’s touch, gasping and moaning at the attention being paid to her sensitive nipples.
“Mmm, you look so delicious; I think I’ve forgotten how good your breasts taste.” Tara subconsciously licked her lips.
“Well, uhm, feel free to, to refresh your memory.” Willow stumbled over her words, too caught up in the moment to concentrate on speaking.
“Mmm, don’t mind if I do.” Tara murmured, her voice sultry, as she slowly leaned forward to taste the soft, sweet breasts that she had missed so much.
Willow almost came the instant the blonde’s warm breath caressed her skin.
“Oh… my… god.” The redhead gasped as hard teeth grazed lightly over her left breast.
A warm, wet tongue was brought into play and it was all Willow could do to not pass out from the overwhelming sensations of pleasure coursing through her veins.
The redhead’s hands travelled down Tara’s sweat-covered back and slipped under the waist-band of her skirt, effectively pushing it down over Tara’s hips. Thin, pale blue lace panties cupped Tara’s ass-cheeks; Willow dragged her nails along the soft fabric causing the blonde to suck and pinch harder on tender, dark nipples.
Willow slowly inched Tara’s skirt down and off her legs, tossing it to the floor, and in a frantic, passionate tussle the redhead pushed Tara onto her back and knelt between her legs; fingers drawing lazy patterns over supple thighs.
“These…” Tara indicated Willow’s jeans by grabbing the pockets and pulling herself up, “…just have to go.” She instructed as she wrapped her legs around Willow’s back.
She leaned forward to run her tongue over strawberry lips, the action causing their breasts to rub together lightly, sensuously. She slowly explored the curve of the redhead’s hips and waist with her fingers; raising goose-bumps along warm, porcelain skin. Finger tips journeyed along the waistband of fitted, stonewashed jeans; the silver-grey button popped open, the zip slowly pulled down. Hands travelled under denim to squeeze soft, firm cheeks encased within red silk panties.
A minute later, Willow’s jeans and both girls’ panties joined the pile of discarded clothes and Tara leaned back on the bed, her love’s body laid upon her. Skin touching skin. Lips pressed against lips. Thighs captured between thighs, rubbing slow and hard against soft, wet curls. Bodies rocked gently together in a dance once abandoned, but never forgotten.
Pressure increased. Rhythm increased. Intensity increased.
“Together.” It was both request and agreement, both women breathing the word at the same moment.
Mouths collided in a powerful, desperate kiss as thighs pushed harder into throbbing mounds.
The lovers clung to one another for dear life as their orgasms shook through their bodies and their collective juices coated one another’s thighs.
Before Tara had chance to catch her breath Willow moved down her still trembling body and began cleaning the blonde’s thigh of their combined release.
“Oh god, we taste so good.” The redhead proclaimed, savouring their flavour.
“Kiss me.” Tara demanded softly, desperate to taste her lover.
Willow crawled up Tara’s body, her eyes roaming over the shapely woman beneath her, until her gaze locked with cobalt blue. She leant down slowly, her warm breath tickling and exciting Tara’s full lips. As emerald eyes fluttered closed and Willow’s lips parted, Tara lifted her head off the pillow to seize Willow’s mouth. She swirled her tongue around the inside of her sweetheart’s warm mouth desperately. Devouring, re-learning and delighting in their own unique ambrosia.
Placing her hands gently against Willow’s shoulders she pushed the redhead onto her back. She pulled away from the kiss; their lips parting with a satisfying pop; and gazed adoringly, for endless seconds, into her baby’s eyes.
Tara showered her sweetheart’s face in gentle butterfly kisses. Forehead, cheeks, eyelids, the tip of her nose, then from the gentle slope of her chin, up along her jaw-line to briefly nibble on soft ear-lobes. More kisses trailed down over her love's sweet neck, down along the valley between soft, petite breasts to a taut stomach, muscles trembling with desire and excitement. Venturing lips met soft, damp curls and journeyed a little further to swollen lips. She inhaled her lover deeply as she tentatively reached out her tongue to finally claim her sought after treasure.
“Oh gods Tara… Please, taste me, take me… Oh baby, I’m yours. It’s all for you… only for you.”
Tara needed no further encouragement.
She dove into her lover. Teeth grazed over Willow’s throbbing clit. Tongue buried deep within Willow’s velvety warmth.
A contented sigh escaped between the blonde’s lips as she became re-acquainted with being inside her beloved. This was where she belonged. This was the place she would always call home.
Willow’s hips bucked wildly against Tara’s eager mouth; her incoherent gasps and moans filled the air around them.
Tara’s hands reached up to knead Willow’s breasts keenly as she curled her tongue up slowly to locate her lover’s sweet spot. She rolled the tip of her tongue over Willow’s g-spot whilst pulling and tweaking at hard, dark nipples.
“Oh… My… Tara, baby… Oh god… Oh my god… Yes, god yes baby… Oooohhhhh… Taaaaarrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaa…” Willow called out barely audibly; her breath catching in her throat as her body shook uncontrollably.
Tara caught every drop of Willow’s release; sucking, licking and swallowing fervently. Her red haired lover filled her very soul, her every sense excited and overflowing with the essence of the gentle spirit that was kindred to her own.
“Mmmmm.” Both women practically purred in satisfaction.
Tara moved to lay her head on Willow’s stomach; the redhead lazily stoked her fingers through tousled golden locks.
“God I missed you. Missed the things that you do to me, the way you make me feel. Tara baby, I love you so much.”
The blonde lifted her head and smiled up at the other half of her soul. She moved to lay by Willow’s side, her body pressed tightly into Willow’s, her arm resting lightly over the redhead’s stomach.
They laid together in silence for a few minutes, basking in the contentment and completeness of finally being together again.
“Are you sleepy?” Tara asked of her lover, breaking the silence.
“Not even a little bit.” Willow smiled devilishly, rolling onto her side to face her darling.
“Will, sweetie? What are you…? Oh god baby…”
Willow’s hand stroked down the length of Tara’s body, as she slowly eased two fingers into her girl Tara gave a drawn out, spine tingling moan.
“Ohhh my sweet angel… I love you, so much… Please don't stop...”
And for the rest of the night, neither of them stopped.
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Hmm, is it just me, or is it getting kinda hot in here?
Hugs
Jeanne
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Tara: “Let me guess – you want me to lie on your lap while you feed me grapes, but my sweet, shy, precious, honey you’ve been too shy to ask – yes?” - GROWW by WannaFriendsBe