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I slowly descend on her hard, rose-bud nipple, my cool breath teasing and exciting the nub before I wrap her breast in the warmth of my mouth.  I run the tip of my tongue around her nipple, making sure not to touch the achingly taut peak, causing her lithe body to writhe desperately below me.

�Please.�  She begs, her voice is little more than a whisper and laden with need.
�What do you want sweetie?�  I look up and flash her �that sexy vixeny smile� as she likes to call it and her eyes sparkle in response.
�You�re teasing.�  Oh my, now she�s pouting, I can�t ever resist a Willow-pout. 

I capture her protruding lower lip between my teeth and suckle on it gently, tasting and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. 
I kiss a gentle path along her jaw-line, towards her ear.

�Tell me what you want Willow?�  I whisper huskily then start to nibble at her ear-lobe.
�I want you.�
�You have me.�
�Please Tara.�
�You have to be more specific sweetie.�  I move my mouth away from her ear and start to suckle at her pulse point whilst my fingers softly stroke the delicate skin just below her breasts.
�Please.  Nipples� hard� yours� taste baby, please.�  She�s squirming beneath me now, her breathing heavy, her pleas little more than gasps.

I kiss a slow, torturous trail of butterfly kisses down her neck and chest, stopping at intervals to nibble at her soft, sweet skin.  My tongue raises a path of goose-bumps between and around the underside of her breasts. 
I hear a low, impatient whimper emanate from somewhere deep in her chest, and I decide it�s probably best to quit the teasing. 
Within seconds I have her right nipple trapped between my teeth and I�m sucking and biting relentlessly as her moans of pleasure ring in my ears.

I slide my leg between hers and slowly press my thigh against her hot, cotton-encased centre.

�Oh god.�  She cries breathlessly, her head thrown back in delight, her fingers fumbling impatiently with the fastenings of my jeans.

I run a single finger down the centre of her stomach and along the waistband of her extremely small, pale blue, hipster shorts.  I ease her shorts down, millimetre by torturous millimetre and she raises her hips in assistance as I slide the soft material over her ass and down her silky smooth legs.

Since she�d been having so much trouble with my jeans, I unbutton them and drop them to the floor then I position myself between her legs.
She looks so beautiful, and sexy, and delicious; her most intimate, private treasure open and vulnerable and all mine.

My cool breath raises a path of tiny goose bumps along the insides of her thighs as I lean closer and closer to her damp, hot centre and I lick my lips in anticipation as the scent of her arousal tantalizes my senses.
I press my tongue against her molten core and a deep, guttural moan vibrates through her entire body.
I intersperse soft kisses to her swollen labia and long, thirsty licks of her sweet juices as her body thrashes and trembles under my mouth�s ministrations.

She tastes wonderful, my own personal fount of heaven�s most divine elixir, I could revel in her for hours on end.

I wrap my mouth gently around her sensitive bundle of nerves and begin to suckle fervently.  As she begins to lose control I slide two fingers inside her tight, warm tunnel and curl them up towards her sweet spot.  I�m quickly rewarded as her muscles clamp around my fingers and her sweet, hot lava explodes over my hand.

As she slowly recovers from the aftershock of her orgasm I gently remove my fingers, lick them clean and wrap my arms lovingly around my sweetheart.

�Mmmm.�  She croons contentedly, a lazy, satisfied smile dancing across her face.
�You are so beautiful.�  I absently run my fingers over her sweetly smiling lips and she reaches out her tongue to draw the digits into her mouth.

She nibbles and licks at my finger-tips playfully, giggling softly as she runs her tongue along the length of my middle finger.

�Honey?�  I somehow manage to croak out as she manages, as she always does, to make warm tingles spread through my entire body.
�Yes darling?�  She�s placing little kisses to the palm of my hand now.
�Uhm, maybe we should, take this upstairs?  Our bed hasn�t seen any girl-on-girl action since this morning.�
�I like the way you think Miss Maclay.�

And we clumsily, hastily, stumble up the stairs to our bedroom and stay there until we decide that our kitchen counter needs to see some girl-on-girl action�
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