"I believe you're right," Willow responded, kneeling in front her love.
She tilted her head upwards to capture Tara's lips. Both girls felt an awakening passion inside them that they'd had to temper for the past few weeks, neither wanting to go too far, to start something that they wouldn't be able to finish until Tara had healed. Their eyes fluttered closed as the kiss got more heated.
Willow sucked the blonde's bottom lip into her mouth, eliciting a moan from the blonde, who reached behind to cup the smaller girl's neck, bringing their mouths closer.
Willow released the lip and bit down slightly. Tara tightened her hold on the redhead's neck and opened her mouth. She felt a warm tongue slide in to meet hers and began languidly stroking it.
Willow reached upwards and began slowly undoing the buttons on her fiancée's blouse. She popped the last one and brought her two hands to caress the soft skin of Tara's waist. She sighed softly into the kiss, feeling her fingertips tingle at the contact she'd been missing.
Tara shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and felt Willow begin to stand and lean over her, encouraging her to lie back. She complied and pushed herself up the bed, kicking off her shoes as she did so.
Continuing the kiss as best she could, Willow lay down beside the blonde, copying the blonde in removing her own shoes, pulling her socks off with the tips of her toes as well. Both girls were on their sides, hands running up and down each other. Tara squeezed the flesh just above the redhead's hips and Willow pulled apart from the kiss, giggling.
"Ticklish," she explained sheepishly.
Tara responded by pulling the smaller girl's t-shirt upwards. Willow pulled it the rest of the way off and the blonde cupped the small breast that was still encased in the black cotton bra.
"This ticklish?" she asked, her eyes darkening and her voice husky.
"N-no," Willow responded, the moisture in her mouth having gone further south, "I think that's a very good area to – oh god."
Her words were interrupted as she felt Tara pinch her nipple through her bra and a shot of pleasurable pain went through her.
Tara leaned down and began planting kisses down Willow's collarbone and down the valley between her breasts. She reached behind with one hand and undid the clasp that was denying her full access to what she wanted. With only limited fumbling, she felt the release of material and dragged the straps down freckly shoulders, slowly, kissing each newly-revealed piece of flesh until the redhead was completely topless, moaning incoherently as Tara suckled on a rosy nipple, feeling it harden even more in her mouth.
Willow was running her hands through Tara's hair, relishing in the silky texture as her breasts got lavished with attention.
She gently persuaded Tara's head upwards, crushing their mouths together while her hands got to work on undoing the buttons on the blonde's skirt. She put the third and final button through the hole and pushed the fabric down to the blonde's knees, where Tara kicked it off, carefully so as not to hurt her wound.
Willow broke the kiss to look down, admiring her lover's purple underwear, and the distinction of the dark material against her lover's creamy torso and thighs.
"Sexy lingerie…" she said, more to herself than the blonde, tracing the fabric around the swell of the large breasts.
"Maybe I was planning on seducing you," Tara replied, still breathless from the kiss.
Willow got up and quickly unbuckled her belt, shaking herself free of her jeans. She lay back on the bed and pulled Tara on top of her.
"I'd say you're doing a very good job," she said, bringing her hands to undo Tara's bra, "But you look good enough to eat."
"I think we can test that theory later…"
Willow bit her lip at the sultry tone as she pulled Tara's bra from her, feeling their nipples come into contact.
"I've missed you," Tara said, bringing her thigh into Willow's centre, feeling her wetness even through her underwear.
Willow gasped and started moving against Tara's thigh, getting a sense of warmth throughout her entire body. She could feel the sexual tension from the past number of weeks quickly coming to the surface and knew it would only take a little more friction to get the release she was desperately seeking. As soon as she realised that, she knew she needed to put the brakes on a little bit.
Gradually stilling her movements until Tara's thigh was just resting on her centre, she carefully manoeuvred them so the blonde was on her back and Willow was hovering over her.
"Too fast," she said softly, leaning down to place kisses over both of Tara's eyelids, her nose, her lips, down her chin and collarbone until she arrived at two heaving breasts, a light flush already surrounding them.
Tara sighed quietly as she finally felt the redhead's lips wrap around a taut nipple after some gloriously agonising minutes of light kisses on the flesh of her breasts and teasing licks around her areola. The sigh quickly turned into a groan of delight when Willow began alternatively biting down and sucking, in such quick succession that the blonde didn't know which was happening at any one time.
Willow quickly switched sides, giving the same treatment to the other breast while bringing one hand up to tweak the abandoned nipple. Tara reached one hand out to grasp the blanket beneath her, her knuckles going white under the tight hold.
As she heard her fiancée's moans become frantic, Willow released the nipple in her mouth, and began trailing kisses again, this time down the blonde's stomach, getting ever closer to her ultimate goal. She softly kissed the scarring where the knife had gone in, then brushed her lips over the surgery scar. She felt Tara stiffen beneath her.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? If you're not ready…"
"No, I want to," Tara reassured, "And the doctor says its okay."
Willow sat back so she was kneeling between Tara's legs.
"But you're scared?" she asked tenderly.
Tara thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.
"No. I'm never scared with you. Um, maybe…" she started, then trailed off shyly.
"Hey, honey, no embarrassment," Willow said, then stood up and slipped her panties off, "I'm standing in front of you, naked."
She did a twirl, causing Tara to giggle. The redhead resumed her kneeling position.
"What is it?" she asked, lightly trailing her hands up and down Tara's thigh.
"Maybe…no fingers?" Tara asked, bashful.
Willow smiled at her shyly and nodded her understanding.
"I'll be gentle," she promised.
"I know you will."
Willow hooked her thumbs under the waistband of Tara's panties and leaned over her again, kissing her with all the passion she had. She slipped her tongue inside the blonde's mouth, running it everywhere, mimicking what she would be doing lower down, shortly.
Tara moaned into the kiss in anticipation and bucked her hips. Willow took the hint and moved to remove the purple panties as best she could without breaking their kiss. When she'd gotten them as low as she could, she regretfully pulled her lips away and sat back, Tara bending her knees to help finally rid her of the last clothing barrier between them.
Willow settled herself into a comfortable lying position, her shoulders between Tara's thighs, head just inches above her centre. She inhaled the sweet aroma of her lover's arousal and licked her lips as she looked at the soft downy hairs, pearls of moisture literally dripping onto the bed beneath them.
"Nice and wet," she said, so quietly that Tara almost didn't hear. Almost.
"More for you to lick up," the blonde replied, her confidence quickly coming back as she spread her legs, wantonly exposing herself for the redhead.
Willow growled in response and lowered her head, licking the juice that had accumulated on Tara's inner thighs. The taller girl whimpered as she felt the redhead's hot breath just above where she needed her most.
Willow looked up and caught Tara's eye, then reached up to clasp hands with her.
"I love you, baby."
Tara didn't get a chance to respond as Willow brought her mouth down and collected as much wetness as she could.
"Oh god, Willow."
Willow was feeling overjoyed as she became reacquainted with the centre of her lover's being, tasting the blonde's desire for her. One part of her wanted to bring her mouth up to the taller girl's bundle of nerves and quickly give her the release she needed, but the larger part wanted to take it slow and gentle. She'd promised worshipping, and she fully intended to keep that promise.
She slowly explored the wet heat, avoiding the blonde's pulsing clit. Bringing her tongue down, she pushed it inside her lover, feeling the silky walls contract, trying to grasp onto the wriggling muscle.
Tara's spare hand flew to the back of Willow's head, pushing her further into her centre. The push caused the redhead's nose to hit against her clit, making Tara cry out.
"Uhh! Don't stop."
Willow started thrusting her tongue in and out, in alternating speeds; slowly dragging out and pushing back in then flattening her tongue and quickly darting it in and out.
Tara could feel the tension in her entire body as Willow's tongue continued to do exactly as she'd promised.
She was exactly right. There's no other word for it. Worshipping.
Willow sensed where Tara was at and stopped her thrusting, moving her tongue up and over the blonde's clit, feeling it throb even faster beneath her.
Tara gasped when she felt the pressure on her hard nub and released her hold on the smaller girl's hair to grip onto the blanket again. A second later, she felt warm lips wrap around her clit. One hard sucking motion and she was gone.
"Willow…"
Her quiet word of release was followed by a sharp gasp and a long guttural moan as her back arched and her toes curled. Colours flew behind her eyelids as she felt the orgasm flow through her, radiating pleasure to every nerve in her body.
Willow knew her fiancée had relaxed when the grip on their still-conjoined hands loosened. She gave the blonde's clit one last kiss before sitting back, looking over Tara to make sure she was still okay, that nothing had been hurt in their lovemaking.
Tara sensed eyes on her and her own flickered open in response. She saw a look on the redhead's face that crossed between thrilled, worried and downright horniness.
"Wow, love," she said, giving in hand in hers a squeeze, "That was amazing."
"No pain?" Willow checked.
"No pain. Now…"
Tara was about to get up and reverse their positions but Willow stopped her.
More than anything, the redhead wanted to feel Tara's touch, but she was afraid that after she had had her own orgasm that anymore exertion would cause damage to the still-healing inner workings of her lover.
"You don't have to," she said, huskier than she intended, "I don't wanna overdo it."
The blonde knew she wasn't going to win an argument with Willow where her own health was in question. In actuality, she didn't want to argue, she wanted to make love to her fiancée, so she decided to compromise.
"Spread your legs," she said assertively.
"Tara…"
"Spread. Your. Legs," Tara repeated, slipping her own leg between the smaller girls and parting them slightly to demonstrate.
Willow gulped and nodded her compliance, spreading her legs, one either side of Tara's.
Tara brought her hand up to the redhead's slick centre, completely overflowing with juices.
"You seem good and ready…and doing it like this isn't gonna put my body under any pressure… so, please, honey. Let me?"
"Make love to me, Tara."
Tara brought two fingers up to Willow's entrance and slowly pushed in, feeling contractions instantly.
"Oh god, oh god…Tarrraaaa…" the redhead almost screamed in pleasure as she began moving against the blonde's fingers.
Tara matched the rhythm that Willow was setting, slow to start but quickly building up pace. She watched as the smaller girl moved up and down, engulfing her fingers completely.
"That's it, Willow. Ride my fingers," she gently encouraged.
Willow bit her bottom lip and started riding her faster and harder, taking as much as she could inside. Tara grabbed onto the redhead's hip, pushing her forwards each time she pulled back.
"More," Willow asked, her copious juices meaning two fingers provided little friction.
Tara slipped a third one inside and thrust even harder, reaching for her lover's sweet spot. Willow let out a deep moan as Tara reached her aim, hitting against it at each thrust.
The blonde watched as Willow's small breasts bounced above her, her nipples hard and her chest flushed as the initial stage of her orgasm began to break over her. Tara brought her thumb up and pressed it against the redhead's swollen clit, sending her over the edge.
"Ta…Tar…TAAARRRAAA!"
Willow furiously bucked against her fiancée's fingers as she came, Tara keeping up the pace. When the smaller girl began to slow, Tara copied, reducing the speed of her thrusts gradually.
When the redhead finally opened eyes, Tara gave the girl's clit one last flick and pulled her fingers out. Willow took the opportunity to collapse beside her on the bed, completely spent. She turned to look at Tara, a goofy smile on her face.
"Now that is how you celebrate an engagement."