In a shocking move, completely unanticipated by Tara, Willow – for the second time that night – pushed the blonde off her.
"Uh..." she said dumbly, unsure exactly why she'd been pushed away. She knew the redhead couldn't still be mad about her verbal slip-up, because she'd explained that, "What's wrong?"
"The world's youngest peeping Tom could still be out there!" Willow replied, scrambling to find her clothes, pulling her skirt back on, "We can't risk it!"
"Willow, he's gone," Tara pleaded, her yearning to make love to her wife more powerful than the possibility of someone seeing them at that moment, "And the boxes will cover us along as we stay down. And I'm, uh, very interested in staying down...for as long as you can handle it."
Willow was about to protest when she turned and looked at the blonde, the longing look on her face and her double-meaning words sparking a longing deep within her as well. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and leaned over for a chaste kiss before pulling back and looking her wife in the eye.
"Get dressed, just your shirt and jeans, leave everything else off, and I mean everything," she said pointedly, picking up Tara's panties and tossing them behind her to be sure the taller girl got her meaning, "Give me five...no, make that seven minutes, and meet me in our bedroom. Ours is the first door on the left when you go up the stairs, right?"
Tara nodded and saw the redhead check her watch, before leaning forwards so she was hovering over her, holding herself up on her forearms. Willow nuzzled into her nose for a moment, then met Tara's lips in a sizzling, passionate kiss for a few moments before pulling back, giving her wife a piercing stare.
"That'll have to do you 'til then."
Tara nodded again, with an audible gulp this time and watched as Willow jumped up, looking through their array of boxes for a moment, before grabbing one and making a run for the stairs.
"That woman's gonna be the end of me," she muttered to herself, taking a few deep breaths to calm her raging body.
She gradually sat up and pulled her jeans and shirt back on, counting the seconds in her head as the minutes slowly ticked on. Six and a half minutes went by before she decided she couldn't stand the wait any longer and rushed out of the living room and up the stairs, bursting into their bedroom just as Willow was pulling a cover over a pillow. The redhead threw it on the newly-made-up bed and turned, grinning at her wife.
"Now we can do what we like," she said as Tara walked towards her, disrobing herself along the way. She quickly followed suit so they were both naked by the time the blonde reached her, and let herself fall back onto the bed with Tara on top of her, "Be as loud as we like...Get into any position we want..."
"Oh yea?" Tara asked, dropping her head into Willow's neck and kissing the skin there, "And what positions are running through your pretty little head?"
"Well..." Willow trailed off as she quickly flipped them and looked down at her wife, "This is a good starting point."
Tara gulped as she stared into the aroused, darkened orbs of her lover and reached down to squeeze her ass. Willow's eyes fluttered closed for a moment before reopening them, even darker than before, if that was possible.
"Bend your knees," she said throatily and grunted softly when she felt the blonde comply straight away, "Good girl."
Tara knew where this was going but still gasped when she felt a hand drift between their bodies and two fingers spread her lips, before the redhead manoeuvred herself so she was lying flush against the blonde's body, their clits brushing lightly off each other.
"Amazing..." Willow breathed out as she began rolling her hips into her wife's, "You're so wet..."
Tara moaned her agreement; the feel of the smaller girl's heated flesh on her own making her body hum with desire and used her hand's position on her lover's butt to encourage their movements. After a moment she felt Willow's head drop onto her chest and let out another, long moan as the redhead latched onto one of her nipples and began lavishing it with attention. Both her hands came to rest on her wife's hair, holding her in place as the jolts of pleasure shot through her.
"Ugh...Willow..."
The tension started bubbling within the blonde sooner than she would've liked, but with the duel sensations Willow was bestowing on her, as well as the fact that she was sensitive already from their tryst downstairs, she knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer.
She also knew that it would take her wife wasn't quite where she was at yet and starting moving her hips faster, hoping it would bring the smaller girl to the edge quicker. It seemed to work as Willow started groaning around her breast, but also served to bring Tara even closer as well as the taller girl struggled to keep herself in check.
Oh god she feels so good...oh...think boring things...boring, unsexy things... plants... grass... green grass... green eyes... Willow's green eyes... and her mouth... and her tongue... deep inside-
"Fuck, Willow!"
The images her brain conjured up as her thought process wandered had been enough to send her over, her eyes shutting tight as her hips bucked uncontrollably. She opened her eyes after a moment; her breath still coming in heavy sighs and saw Willow staring down at her, a small smile on her face.
"Sorry," she whispered, still regaining her breath.
Willow shook her head, reassuring the other girl it was okay. She could tell her wife had been struggling to hold on was happy to watch her beautiful blonde fall into abyss, even if she was still feeling quite in need herself. Tara had never been a selfish lover and she knew she'd get her release in the end. And in the meantime, getting to watch her wife was just as good, if not better.
"Don't be," she whispered back, "You're beautiful when you come."
Tara could see the need still shining in Willow's eyes. There was no disappointment or even frustration evident there, just a burning need and using every ounce of strength she had, rolled them over and quickly settled herself between the redhead's thighs, placing a hand on either one as she looked up to meet her wife's gaze.
"So are you."
Willow kept the eyelock with her lover up until Tara extended her tongue and ran it the length of her center. Her head fell back onto the pillows and her entire body arched off the bed, only the blonde's grip on her thighs keeping her in place. Her clit – already swollen and throbbing – begged to be touched and she bucked her hips, letting out a long, guttural moan as her wife complied with the silent request, taking her hard nub in her mouth.
"Oh baby, baby," she groaned, her hands clenching the sheet either side of her, "Oh Tara..."
Tara held her lover's bundle of nerves in her mouth for a moment, delighting in the feeling of it throbbing under her tongue before starting a gentle sucking motion. Willow apparently liked this, as she threw her legs over the taller girl's shoulders and wrapped them around her neck, pushing the blonde even further into herself.
"Oh god, Tara, that's so good, so good."
She began rubbing herself furiously against her lover's mouth and tongue and gasped sharply when she felt a light raking of teeth over her clit, an intense warm feeling shooting through her. She brought her own hand to her breast and – in no mood for teasing either from herself or Tara – started sharply pinching her nipple.
Tara glanced upwards and moaned when she saw her wife fondling herself, the vibrations from the sound obviously pleasing the redhead as she gasped again. The blonde would normally reach up and replace Willow's hand with her own but her arms were trapped alongside her by the redhead's legs over her shoulders. She continued to watch as she dragged her tongue down and lapped at the smaller girl's entrance.
"Ohhh...please, baby, please."
Willow clenched the sheets in her hand even tighter as she waited the few seconds of teasing as Tara probed her entrance before plunging her tongue inside.
"Fuck, yes, Tara, yes!"
She let her legs drop back to the bed and Tara used the opportunity to reach upwards, swatting the redhead's hand out of the way and cupping both her wife's breasts as she curled her tongue inside her lover and hit against her sweet spot.
"Oh...my..."
Willow put her hands over her face as her head began thrashing from side to side, her body squirming and writhing in glorious agony as she rode the blonde's tongue, willing herself to let go of the taut tension inside her. Instead it kept building; each second Tara continued her ministrations, her stomach would get tighter and tighter until the blonde's nose accidentally hit of her clit and –
"Tara!"
Willow felt like she'd been rocketed to the moon as her release finally washed over her and stayed orbiting in the rays of pleasure for an indeterminate amount of time until she felt a soft stroking on her cheek and heard her name been called softly.
"Will? Willow?"
She fluttered her eyes open and saw sapphire-blue eyes staring down at her, a look of concern etched on the face that accompanied them.
"I think you made me pass out," she said, a soft giggle in her voice, "Wow."
"Really?" Tara asked, pride evident in her tone.
"Oh yea. Really. You're gonna have to cuddle me back to functioning again."
"I think I can mange that," Tara grinned, nuzzling their noses together for a moment, "You cold?"
"Little."
Tara reached down to where the redhead had haphazardly thrown the blanket at the end of the bed and pulled it over them, gently tangling her legs with her wife and running her hand along her back.
"You're so soft," she muttered in appreciation of the smooth skin under her fingertips, "I love you."
Willow murmured a sleepy response, the blonde's tender caresses lulling her into a deep sense of relaxation. Tara heard her lover's breath even out and kept up her ministrations, content to be in the quiet, soft, easy embrace of her wife, holding her as slept.
She was surprised, therefore, when a small, tired voice spoke up.
"Tara?"
"Yes, beautiful?"
"I really love our new home."