A/N Ummm... yeahhhhh... Haha you know the drill! Would love to hear your comments. xoxo
They gradually reached the bed and Tara pulled Pam around so that the backs of her knees were pressed against the mattress. Pam slipped her hands underneath Tara's shirt, tracing her slender, delicate fingers around her waist. She could feel her taut muscles tensing beneath her smooth, warm skin and it made Pam ache for her.
Tara reached her hands around and unzipped Pam's skirt, tugging it down until it fell to the floor. Pam slowly sat down on the bed as Tara sucked on her bottom lip. She opened her legs enough for Tara to kneel in between them, and she felt Tara reaching for the hem of her blouse. She lifted her arms and as Tara pulled it off, they locked eyes.
They both knew what has happening and there was no hesitation or doubt about it. Still, Tara's heart was pounding heavily in her chest and Pam couldn't ignore the waves of anxiety that flooded through her either. She gazed at Tara and brought her hand to her face, lightly stroking her thumb up and down her cheek. She leaned in and resumed their kisses. Hands began to roam as their tongues slid in and out of each other's mouths.
Tara broke away and swiftly pulled off Pam's camisole. She started kissing her neck and Pam's eyes slipped shut. She could feel Tara's warm breath heating her skin, and then her tongue sliding across her throat. She wrapped an arm around Tara's upper back while she cautiously reached down to slip off her heels. Tara dragged a warm, wet trail with her tongue down to the valley of Pam's breasts and Pam tried to steady her breath. She reached up and pulled out the handful of bobby pins that held together the bun at the back of her head. As she pulled out the last one and released her other hand, her golden locks bounced down, falling over her shoulders and down her back. Tara moved up, seeking Pam's lips again and threading a hand through her hair that smelled intoxicatingly of sweet, fresh citrus.
Pam's fingers found the button of Tara's jeans and she unsnapped and unzipped them deftly. She shimmied them down until they fell to the floor and then moved her hands inside Tara's blue boxers to squeeze and caress her ass. She trailed her hands up Tara's torso and slowly pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her grey sports bra from underneath.
Tara pushed Pam back onto the bed and Pam relaxed, letting her lead. Tara placed soft kisses down her neck and across her chest before moving lower. Pam's stomach was flat yet her pale skin was still soft and supple. Tara reached up and cupped her full breasts as her tongue swirled around her bellybutton. Pam's hands moved over Tara's head, stroking her hair as the ache between her thighs soon became unbearable.
Tara hooked her fingers inside her underwear, pulling them down her legs and off. She continued to place wet kisses down her abdomen, but just as she was about to venture lower, Pam stopped her. Tara paused and looked up at her.
"I want to see you," Pam whispered.
She reached underneath Tara's arms and pulled her up.
Tara's face now hovered over Pam's and she settled her body on top of hers. Pam felt Tara's warm, smooth skin now hugging her own and it felt wonderful. Tara kissed her jaw and down her throat and she felt Pam spread her legs and pull her in closer. Tara brushed her lips against Pam's as she reached around her back to unhook her bra, sliding the satin straps down her arms. Pam lay there fully nude and Tara couldn't help but stare. Her body was a work of art. Her frame was lithe yet full of curves, her skin milky yet rosy and flushed.
Pam's breathing was becoming labored, and as Tara leaned down to take one of her sensitive pink tips in her mouth, Pam's mouth fell open as she moaned. Tara flicked her tongue and sucked, causing Pam's nails to lightly rake down her back. Tara moved to tend to her other breast and Pam's back started to arch.
"Tara," she breathed.
Tara lifted her head only to bury it in the crook of Pam's neck. Pam ran her hands down Tara's muscular shoulders and swallowed.
"I'm more than ready," she whispered.
Pam felt Tara slowly trail her hands up her inner-thighs and she exhaled audibly in anticipation.
Tara's hand inched closer and her jaw almost dropped at how wet Pam was. She couldn't believe that Pam wanted her that badly. It made the pulse between her own legs intensify. She sucked in a breath and began to stroke her up and down, her fingers instantly becoming slick and hot. She continued to do this but soon felt Pam squeeze her shoulders hard out of frustration.
"Inside," she rasped, unable to say any more.
Tara obliged, easily sliding in two fingers, causing Pam's eyelashes to flutter as she moaned. Tara began to pump her fingers in and out of her, slowly increasing her pace as she returned her attention to Pam's breasts. She used her teeth to gently tug at her pert nipples and Pam tilted her head up to watch her. Her chest heaved and she dropped her head back down. It still wasn't enough. She reached down to Tara's hand, trying to urge a third finger inside. Tara took the hint and pushed all three digits inside forcefully and Pam whimpered as her brow furrowed.
Tara buried her face between Pam's breasts. She was going crazy. She could feel Pam clenching around her fingers as she clutched desperately at her back.
"Harder," Pam breathed, and Tara immediately obeyed, causing Pam to cry out and gasp for breath.
Tara quickened her thrusts, curling her fingers and drawing her fingers out all the way before pushing them back inside. Pam was going to reach her own hand down, but Tara's palm began to graze her bundle of nerves with each thrust. Pam's abs tensed and she let out a choked moan. She brought her hands to Tara's face and forced herself to keep her eyes open.
"Tara," she sighed.
"Kiss me."
Tara moved up and crushed her lips against Pam's. Pam wrapped her arms around Tara's back and she felt her muscles begin to tighten and contract. Tara gave her a few more firm, deliberate thrusts and Pam screamed. She turned her head to the side, tensing her neck as her body found release. Her mind was reeling and she pulled Tara in as closely as she could. Tara's head rested against her neck and her heated body hugged Pam's. Pam shuddered and quaked, the veins in her neck showing her struggle. She held Tara tightly and tried to regain control of her breath. Tara had slowed down her movements and soon pulled her hand out very gradually. She rested her soaked fingers on Pam's expanding and contracting stomach, lightly tracing her thumb around her bellybutton.
Pam gazed at her with heavy lids. She was overwhelmed and still recovering, but her eyes sparkled as she smiled at Tara. She felt so happy. So safe.
Tara stared at her in wonder. Pam was hers and it was still so hard to grasp this. But she was happy too. Indescribably so.
Pam sat up so her back was pressed against the headboard. She reached for Tara, pulling her onto her lap and kissing her softly. She tilted their heads, deepening the kiss. She dragged her palms down over Tara's covered breasts and she then tugged at the spandex straps, urging Tara to lift her arms.
Tara was so nervous that she did nothing for a moment. But then she remembered it was Pam. She raised her arms and felt the article of clothing being pulled up her arms and off her body.
Pam leaned forward and kissed the swell of each breast. Tara's skin absolutely glowed. It was dark, rich, and incredibly smooth. Pam reveled in it. She dragged her thumbs over her nipples and heard Tara exhale through her mouth. She pinched them firmly with a smile and watched Tara squirm a little. She trailed a hand down past her pelvis and began to stroke her over her boxers. She felt a dampness greet her fingers and Tara's brow tensed as she squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to stay calm as she felt Pam's hand slip beneath her underwear.
Pam used her free hand to pull Tara in by the nape of her neck. She turned her head and sucked on her earlobe. She then effortlessly slid three fingers inside and Tara's lips parted in a silent moan. Pam moved her head to Tara's chest and began to nip, suck, and lick every patch of skin she could reach. She began to individually move her fingers in a "come hither" motion, slowly curling them one by one. Tara may have needed a little direction, but Pam knew exactly what she was doing.
It felt fucking amazing, but Tara was so quiet. All that came out of her were sharp exhales and faint, tiny gasps.
Pam noticed this and brought her lips to Tara's ear.
"Let it out," she murmured soothingly, increasing the speed of her fingers.
Tara whimpered feebly and clung to her, pressing the side of her face into Pam's.
Pam was patient, but she wanted to hear Tara. She wanted her to open herself, to forget herself, to make her positively unable to stay silent. She moved inside her for a few more moments, but then pulled her fingers out and rested her hand on Tara's thigh.
"Lie on your back," she said calmly.
Tara swallowed, climbing off her and feeling Pam push her down gently. Pam settled in between her legs and swiftly pulled off her underwear. Tara brought her legs up, resting her feet on the bed with slightly bent knees. Her heart was racing again and her legs were already trembling slightly. She felt Pam pull her forward by the hips and then grab under her knees, lifting her for a moment to place a pillow under her hips. Tara grabbed small fistfuls of sheets in each hand and shut her eyes when she felt Pam parting her legs.
Pam moved up and nuzzled her cheek into Tara's.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" she asked gently before she began, and Tara nodded as she clenched her jaw.
Pam placed a sweet kiss on Tara's swollen lips before moving away. She stood by the bed and knelt one leg into the mattress. There was no need for extra lubrication, so she slowly inserted her middle and ring fingers inside Tara while her pointer and pinky fingers pointed downward, resting by the insides of her thighs. Pam waited a moment, gauging Tara's reaction.
She curled her fingers in and towards herself, finding the spongy tissue. She felt around for another moment and waited for Tara to relax. She rested her other hand lightly on Tara's pelvis, and leaned down, kissing the inside of her knee. Then, without warning, she began to thrust her fingers up, very hard and very fast. It shook Tara's entire body and caused a smacking, suction-like sound to fill the air. Tara cried out loudly, pulling at the sheets with a death-grip.
After a while Pam slowed down, bringing her free hand to her lips. She licked her fingers and brought them back down to play with Tara's clit. Pam was completely calm and confident as she touched Tara, whose eyes were now dizzy and out of focus.
Pam suddenly sped up her motions again, and half a minute later a spurt of rose water squirted out from Tara's legs as she writhed uncontrollably on the bed, her moans filling the room. Pam moved to hold her shaking knees as she watched her carefully. Tara continued to jerk and spasm as more warm liquid haphazardly exited her body. This had never happened to her before and it felt terrifyingly good. Pam eventually re-entered her and leaned down, capturing her lips in a fervid kiss. She moved her fingers teasingly slow now as she nibbled on Tara's lower lip. Moments later, she removed her hand and placed her palms on Tara's hips, stroking her hipbones with her thumbs.
Tara was calmer now, although she still felt her body quake a little here and there. She pulled Pam in close so that she was hovering over her. Pam smoothed her hands up and down her toned thighs as Tara reached for them. They intertwined their fingers and Pam pressed their foreheads lightly together. Their noses brushed as their eyes met. Tara reached up and tucked stray strands of hair behind Pam's ear and blinked slowly. Pam nuzzled their noses again before moving to the side and lying beside Tara. She nestled herself against Tara's back and pulled the sheets up over them. She wrapped an arm over her, resting her hand on Tara's chest. Tara could feel Pam's heart beating through her back.
She was in heaven. But as she stared at the wall, a devastating thought entered her consciousness. It was a reminder of something she had successfully managed to push away for a while but that very much needed to be said now.
Tara placed her arm over Pam's and took in a deep breath. She reluctantly began to speak.
"I didn't tell you before but…" Tara said tentatively, her voice low and breathy.
"I can't stay…" she murmured, staring vacantly out ahead. "I still have to leave."
Pam swallowed.
"I know," she answered softly, holding Tara a little tighter. "I know."