"Downstairs is done," Tara said, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, watching Willow unload clothes into their closet, "How's it coming up here?"
"Almost done," Willow replied, looking up with a small smile, "Only these clothes and one more box, which I think just has papers and stuff in it so I'll probably just store it under the bed. Ten more minutes, tops."
"Great," Tara smiled, pushing herself off the doorframe and turning to leave, "Be back in ten."
"Don't offer to help or anything," Willow grumbled under her breath, unpacking the rest of the clothes with a bit more contempt than had been in her actions before, then moving onto the lone box left in the middle of the room.
She undid the duct tape around the sides and popped the top off, exhaling in gratitude when she saw that it was in fact just a variety of important papers they needed to keep and shoved it under the bed with another small box she had put under there earlier.
She stood up and stretched her limbs tiredly, before noticing Tara's head popping around the door. She opened her mouth to speak, but Tara got there first, throwing something at her.
"Put that on, then lie on the bed. Tell me when you're done."
Willow set her jaw and was about to refuse, based only on the grounds that she was still a little bit pissed at the blonde when she noticed that the item thrown at her was her emerald-green bikini that Tara had bought for her one particularly hot summer in Boston.
"Fine," she replied in a clipped tone, intrigued by what her wife had planned, but still annoyed. She quickly stripped off and pulled the garments onto her body, adjusting them for a moment before lying down on the bed with an exaggerated sigh, "Done!"
She turned her head to the side, her breath catching in her throat when Tara entered the room in a similar-in-style blue bikini, carrying a round tray with two long glasses containing a thick, pink liquid and what looked like sunglasses. The blonde sauntered over to the bed, placing the tray on the nightstand and handing the redhead what she could now confirm were sunglasses.
Willow slipped them on without question, watching Tara do the same with the other pair before the blonde walked over to their stereo, the one Willow had spent half an hour setting up and picked a CD from the bunch on top of it. A moment later, soft, easy-listening music began to fill the room before Tara picked up one of the glasses, handing the other to Willow and lying beside her on the bed.
"We may not be able to have a proper beach honeymoon..." she started, entwining her spare hand with Willow's, "But we can always pretend."
"And here I was gonna be mad at you for just leaving me to finish when you were already done," Willow replied with an apologetic grin, before taking a sip of the drink she had been given, "Mmhh, Strawberry Daiquiri."
"Sorry," Tara responded genuinely, "But I had to make the cocktails."
Both girls took another sip of the liquid and Willow sighed happily.
"I can just imagine it. Lying in sun loungers, on some private beach somewhere..."
"Oh yea...the silky sand beneath our toes..."
Tara wiggled her toes as she imagined it and Willow giggled.
"Hot rays of sun shining down on us..."
"Yea," Tara agreed, "We'd have to take a dip in the ocean to cool off..."
"We could," Willow smirked, turning her head on the pillow, "But you know, there are other ways to...get wet."
"Oh really?" Tara asked, turning her head as well and popping her sunglasses on top of her head, "Like how?"
Willow whipped her sunglasses off and placed them on her nightstand before turning on her side and running a hand along the blonde's side. Tara felt a tingle go down her spine at the contact and was about to lean her head up for a kiss when she felt a sharp, cold sensation on her stomach and gasped at the shiver that went through her.
They may have been imagining lying on a beach somewhere warm but in reality it was still winter in New York.
"That's one way," Willow grinned cheekily at her wife, a look of shock still on her face from when she'd poured some of her daiquiri on her.
She placed the remainder of her drink, still in its glass, beside the sunglasses on her nightstand and moved to straddle Tara's hips.
Tara blinked a couple of times, the initial shock worn off and squirmed at the feeling of the sticky liquid on her skin.
"You're awfully fond of pouring drinks all over by body," she said with a small, playful scowl, remembering the champagne on their wedding night.
"There's a reason for that," Willow replied smugly, squeezing the blonde's hips, "I get to clean it up."
Tara jolted when the redhead dropped her head and began licking all over her stomach, gathering the liquid on her tongue. She quickly put her own glass on her nightstand, wary of the fact that she could spill it everywhere as long as Willow's tongue kept up its ministrations.
Willow swirled her tongue over the taut skin of the taller girl's stomach, savouring the sweet taste of the cocktail on her lover's skin until she'd managed to lick it all and moved down to dip her wriggling muscle into Tara's bellybutton. She heard a loud groan from above and smiled, knowing that particular action turned her wife on beyond belief and continued for a few moments before moving up the blonde's body, placing wet, open-mouth kisses on her skin along the way.
"There's other...better ways to get wet," Tara said as kisses were trailed up her clavicle, "Ways that don't involve your core body temperature being lowered by shock drink attacks."
"Mmhh, I know," Willow replied, her lips covering her wife's for a moment, "In fact...I kinda found something earlier when I was unpacking...that might...help in this situation."
Tara raised an eyebrow in question and Willow leaned over, reaching under the bed. She felt around for a moment before locating the thing she was feeling for and brought it out onto the bed, popping the lid open. Tara grinned as she saw the shiny plastic purple box that they kept their toys in.
"You know, I never got to use these handcuffs on you," Willow grinned, holding said item up with one finger, "I think it's about time we changed that. In fact..."
Willow glanced into the box and her eyes darkened as a scenario came to mind, one she knew she had to carry out and jumped off the bed, much to Tara's displeasure. She grabbed the chair that was at their vanity table and deposited it in the middle of the room before looking at Tara intently.
"Sit."
Tara gulped at the look in her lover's eyes, their normal bright green burning darker than she'd ever seen before and scurried over to the sit in the chair, wondering what erotic delights her wife had planned. Just before she sat down though, Willow pulled at the strings of her bikini top, loosening it and ripping the garment off her completely before pushing her down onto the seat and grabbing the handcuffs from the bed.
"You sure you're okay with this?" Willow asked, wanting to be sure the blonde agreed with where this was going.
Tara almost laughed; she was definitely okay with this - she remembered how Willow had reacted to the handcuffs and she couldn't wait to find out what her own body's reaction was.
"Of course," she replied, grinning suggestively, "I'm yours to do whatever you want with."
Willow bit back a moan at the words and grasped Tara's hands in hers, moving around to fasten the handcuffs around them behind the chair. Her heart started pounding inside her chest when she moved back to face the blonde and saw that securing her lover's hands in that way effectively pushed her breasts out, as if they were on display for her eyes only. She couldn't resist taking one in each hand and squeezing the flesh almost roughly.
"Ugh, Willow," Tara moaned at the contact, shutting her eyes tight and arching her back into the touch.
Willow palmed her wife's breasts for another moment before remembering her plan and reluctantly pulled back. Tara groaned at the loss of contact but fluttered her eyes open, breathing heavily. She watched Willow root around in the box on the bed for a moment, pulling something out and hiding it behind her back. The redhead turned around and grinned lasciviously, sauntering up to her lover and placing a palm on one of the blonde's thighs.
"Spread 'em."
Tara obligingly spread her legs and moved her hips forwards slightly so her wife had full access to wherever she wanted to touch. She felt her bikini bottoms being dragged off her body before something rubbery hit against her clit and looked down to see a small, pink egg-shaped device that had a string attached to the end being run along her lips.
"Oh god," she groaned as she realised what her lover had in mind.
"Oh yes," Willow smirked at the blonde as she slipped the toy inside the other girl, eliciting a soft gasp, "And you know the best thing about this?"
Tara shook her head, her mouth too dry with desire to form words.
"The best thing is..." Willow replied, producing a small pink battery pack, "Is I get to control all the wonderful...vibrations...that go through you."
She turned the dial on the battery pack up slightly as she spoke and Tara threw her head back, moaning loudly as the toy began pulsating inside her. She felt Willow climb on top of her, straddling her hips and instinctively tried to wrap her arms around her wife's body, the metal hitting against her wrists as she tried to do so just reminding her how in control the redhead was, which just served to turn her on more.
"Oh god, Willow...feels so good..."
Willow turned the vibrations up to the medium setting and watched as Tara's face broke out in ecstasy, her hips bucking underneath her. She brought her mouth down and began nibbling on the blonde's ear, putting her in the perfect position to hear every moan that escaped her wife's ear.
Her spare hand came up to toy with her lover's nipples, pinching each one until they were tight and hard. She kept up her ministrations, occasionally lowering the speed of the vibrations of the egg when she felt Tara was getting close to the edge, wanting to make her hold on as long as she could.
Tara couldn't believe how on fire her body was, sensations from everywhere pooling together in her lower stomach. She knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer, even with Willow's continuous changing of pace to keep her wanting.
That was until she was shocked to attention by everything stopping at once; Willow wasn't straddling her, her nipples had been completely abandoned and while she could still feel the toy inside her, it was simply resting there, no vibrations sending the delicious sensations through her.
"Wha...what?" she asked, opening and trying to focus her eyes.
"Keep 'em closed," Willow said, or rather demanded and Tara was too far gone to consider anything other than complying.
She shut her eyes again and writhed in the chair, her restrained hands hitting against the back of it as she tried to get some kind of friction from somewhere.
"Stop squirming."
Willow was using that demanding tone again that was sending shockwaves to Tara's core and the blonde whimpered but once again obeyed. She stayed as still as she could, her breathe coming in shallow heaves until suddenly, all at once, the toy inside her started pulsing at its highest setting and Willow's mouth was around her clit, sucking hard.
"Oh fuck, oh yes!"
She felt herself fall into the abyss and cried out at the sheer strength of the feelings coursing through her. The toy continued to vibrate inside her and Willow kept sucking on her clit, the combined sensations prolonging her pleasure in what could have been a series of orgasms or one very, very long one; Tara wasn't sure and quite frankly didn't care because it just felt too good.
She felt the toy decrease its speed gradually until it wasn't moving at all and she felt it being gently pulled out of her and was speedily replaced by a warm, wet tongue. She moaned at the feeling and continued to let out small moans as the redhead used her tongue to bring her down from her unbelievable high.
Willow gently gathered up the juices that were flowing from her lover until she had none left to give, then reached over to bed and grabbed the key for the handcuffs, reaching behind to unfasten them before climbing onto Tara's lap.
"Willow," Tara said softly as she gathered some energy in her arms and wrapped them around her wife, "That was incredible."
"You liked?" Willow asked coyly.
"I loved," Tara replied as she leaned her head up to meet her wife in a kiss.
They stayed kissing for a few minutes until Tara felt the redhead start to lightly rub her clothed center on her thigh and realised she must be feeling quite in-need. Her suspicion was confirmed a moment later when Willow pulled away and spoke in a low, throaty tone.
"Tara..."
Tara felt the fire within her begin to burn again and glanced over at the bed as an idea came to mind. She stood them both up and made quick work of her lover's bikini, throwing it on the floor before crashing them both onto the bed and kissing her hard.
Willow moaned into the kiss, the feeling of Tara's body on top of her sending jolts of pleasure to all the right places. She quickly positioned her center on the blonde's thigh and began rubbing herself against it again, before whimpering when her wife pulled away.
"No, Tara, please," she almost whined, "I need you."
"I know," Tara grinned as she sat back on her heels and rooted in the box for a moment, before producing two dildos and holding them up, "Which one?"
Willow face lit up and she pointed to the smooth, red jelly one, the larger of the two with a curved tip and her favourite of all their toys. The blonde put the other one back in the box and put it on the floor, taking something out as she did so. Willow watched in a state of agonising yet delightful anticipation as Tara dragged the accompanying black leather harness up her legs and secured it around her hips before attaching the toy and leering at the redhead.
"I want you."
Willow kept the blonde's gaze, the lids of her eyes hooded in desire.
"Then take me."
Tara practically growled as she rolled the smaller girl onto her stomach and separated her thighs.
"Oh I'm gonna take you. I'm gonna take you hard. And deep."
Willow gasped as the head of the toy probed at her entrance and let out a long, drawn-out moan as it slowly entered her completely.
"Oh goddd, baby..."
Tara moved her body forwards as her hips pushed the toy in and out of her wife. She placed both palms on the bed, either side of the redhead's shoulders to stabilise herself and quickly brushed her lover's hair off to the side, dropping her head to kiss the back of her neck. Willow moaned at the contact.
"Tara..."
The redhead started raising her hips as her wife drove the toy into her, groaning loudly at every thrust. She particularly enjoyed sex in this position, especially the feel of Tara's breasts against her back and the deep penetration it provided. She moaned as the sheet beneath her provided some friction on her clit and increased the pace of her hips as she started to feel herself float higher and higher.
Tara too was starting to feel lightheaded with desire, her sensitive clit rubbing against the leather of the harness in the most delicious of ways. She knew it wouldn't take Willow long to succumb to the sensations going through her, all too aware of how much her wife liked being taken that way and wanted more than anything to crash with her.
"Talk to me, Willow."
Willow heard her lover whispering coarsely in her ear and tried to focus her mind to make out what she was saying.
"What?"
"I wanna come with you," Tara replied, her voice low, "And I need you to talk to get me there."
Willow understood her wife's request and cleared her throat to get some moisture back in her mouth as hips continued to relentlessly drive themselves backwards.
"God, Tara, you're in me so deep. Fucking me so hard."
Tara moaned and shut her eyes tight as she moved her hips faster, her clit getting more intense friction in the process. The sound seemed to spur Willow on.
"Oh yea, baby, so deep, you know what I like. Only you – ohhh!"
Willow cried out as the curved tip of the toy started hitting against her sweet spot.
"Oh Tara, you got it, you got it, baby, right there, oh god you know my body so well, oh please Tara, make me come, like only you can, please Tara, make me, make me-oh god Tarrraaa!"
Tara felt the body beneath hers stiffen and with one final thrust, came as well, shuddering above, before collapsing on top of her wife.
"Oh my god," Willow panted out after a moment, "Oh my god."
"That all you can say?" Tara murmured in response, kissing the redhead's shoulder.
"You rock?"
Tara giggled and raised her hips, removing the toy from her lover in the process with elicited a soft sigh before undoing the harness with one hand and wriggling out of it. She threw it off the bed and moved off her wife just enough to gather the spent smaller girl in her arms, kissing the top of her head.
"We should dip into that box more often judging by your reaction," Tara said as she shuffled down slightly and looked into the dreamy-eyed face of her wife.
"Uh uh," Willow shook her head, prompting a raised eyebrow from the blonde, "Don't get me wrong, that was incredible. Super amazing."
"Uh huh..."
"And I have no issues – at all – with us breaking out the fun box and well, having fun with it."
"But..."
Willow got a serene look on her face and stared up at her love.
"But nothing in the world beats the feeling of you, just you, inside me. And just you and I making love with no...extras. 'Cause, baby...we're perfect together."