�I don�t want to wear it.�
�Oh.� The redhead couldn�t mask her disappointment as the mental image of her girl wearing her thong dissipated.
�I wanna keep this, just how it is. All damp and smelling so sweetly of you.�
�Really?� Willow gulped, for not the first time that night, as she watched Tara raise the thong to her face and inhale before looking straight into darkened green eyes and explaining in her most sultry voice.
�Mmm. Oh yeah. That way, when you�re not here and I�m missing you, and I think about you and end up really, really wet. So wet that I just have to do something about it or I know I�ll explode. I can get this and breathe you in while I touch myself. I can bury my face in your scent and imagine that I�m nuzzled into your soft copper curls. �Cos I know, I know that if I can smell you, I�ll come so much faster, so much harder. Can you imagine it Willow? Me laid here, with my hand between my legs and you�re thong held up to my face? Pleasuring myself as I breathe you in so deeply? Screaming your name as I bring myself to climax?�
�Show me.� The redhead half commanded, half pleaded, desperate to have the mental image that Tara had conjured played out in the flesh. A tentative �Please� was added as a slight look of hesitation appeared in the blonde�s baby blue eyes.
�You might have to move.� Tara whispered, grinning tenderly at her partner.
�Don�t wanna.� Willow protested, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.
�But, you�re kinda, um, in the way.�
�You can reach around me.�
�True, but then you wouldn�t be able to see me. And, do you honestly expect me to touch myself when you�re sat close enough for me to be touching you?�
These points caused an internal conflict in Willow-brain. She could stay where she was and have her wicked way with the lithe body trapped beneath her; or alternately, she could move to sit next to her lover and get to share in this most intimate, private act.
After a few moments of deliberation the redhead pressed her lips against Tara�s in a forceful, passionate kiss as she reluctantly moved away from her girls� body.
A loving, reassuring smile was exchanged before Tara trailed her right hand down between her full breasts, over her smooth stomach and further down into her moist golden curls. Running her fingers along the full length of her opening she coated her middle digit in her own sweet nectar, then traced a wet path from her navel to her collar bone.
�Taste.� The blond demanded, her blue eyes clearly conveying that she was the one in control.
Willow didn�t hesitate in obeying her lover�s command. Leaning over the blond Willow lapped up her sweetheart�s juices following the path down from collar to stomach. She paid special attention to the navel, as she imagined that it was another of the blonde�s hollows that she was dipping her tongue into.
The sound of Tara clearing her throat brought a stop to Willow�s actions.
�That�s enough.� A hoarse voice explained, as Tara gently pushed a slightly disappointed redhead away. �Now just watch, okay?� Tara instructed, her tone and expression promising a sight worth watching.
Willow nodded as she once again moved away from her girlfriend�s body.
