�Are you okay?� Willow tentatively asked her girlfriend, concerned by the nervousness and hesitation she could sense coming from the timid wiccan in waves. And something else, another feeling that was so feint she could barely identify it.
Excitement!
And as Willow�s caring, patient gaze intensified so too did that small hint of excitement.
Suddenly Tara�s nerves and hesitation were replaced respectively by desire and anticipation.
�Definitely okay.� Tara responded with no trace of a stammer before she pushed Willow into the nearest stall with so much urgency that the smaller girl almost lost her footing.
Willow opened her mouth to speak but before she could say anything Tara�s warm tongue filled her mouth. Tracing white teeth. Gently tickling the roof of her mouth. Duelling desperately with Willow�s tongue. Then leading said tongue past the swollen lips pressed against the redheads own, allowing entry into the blonde�s hungry mouth.
Tara sucked, nibbled, bit the redheads tongue.
Willow groaned and arched her back, brushing her petite breasts against her lover�s fuller ones.
Four hard nipples strained against restrictive material. Desperately trying to break through their confinements and make much desired skin-to-skin contact.
�Need you.� The blond gasped pleadingly.
Not needing to be told twice Willow inserted two fingers into her girlfriend. Finding no resistance she added a third finger and began thrusting.
In and out.
Hard and fast.
Her thumb found Tara�s sensitive pearl and made firm, slow circular movements.
Tara matched her girlfriend�s rhythm with her hips. Grinding herself against the wiccan�s nimble fingers.
Sweat beads covered both girls� bodies.
Laboured, almost forced breaths sounded in the small cubicle.
Gasps, moans, indecipherable vowel sounds escaped in between fiery, desperate kisses.
�Open your eyes baby. I need to see your eyes.� Willow pleaded.
Her request was granted.
As blue eyes locked with green Tara�s orgasm cascaded through her entire body and a single word was called, almost prayer-like, from the blonde�s lips.
The most beautiful, poetic and meaningful word in Tara�s entire vocabulary.
�Willow!�
As Tara rode the waves of pleasure Willow�s fingers remained inside of her and she continued to gently stroke her girlfriend�s clit.
When the blonde�s body finally relaxed three fingers were slowly removed and two wiccans collapsed to the floor wrapped in each others arms.
