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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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