Lover's Dance

by Marcia M

Copyright © 2003

marciamk936@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon, ME, etc, etc. Blah, blah, blah. I don't make any money, blah, blah.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse http://mysticmuse.net
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Spoilers: Nope.
Author's Note: It's smut, nothing more. Just some Willow/Tara lovin' that I hope you enjoy reading. I'm also attempting a first person point of view, let me know what you think. The lyrics are from "When you say you love me" by Josh Groban.
Pairing: Willow/Tara

Blue eyes bore into mine from across the room. My heart races as she approaches like a cat stalking her prey. I swallow hard and wipe my hands on my jeans.

"Wanna dance?" she purrs into my ear. Goosebumps spring up all over my body as I nod. She takes my hand and leads me to the middle of the floor. We've been together seven years now and every moment seems brand new.

We don't speak as our bodies move to the music, brushing together occasionally, teasing and arousing. The loud thumping beat is booming through me. Her right hand moves to my hip resting there. I raise my hand, brushing it along her arm, moving slowly along her shoulder, and run my finger under the collar of her shirt.

She reaches out her left hand and places it on my other hip, with a gently tug she pulls our hips together. I loop my arms around her neck, playing with the silky blonde hair. Slender hands on my hips guide me, leading me in her rhythm.

The music slows but the rhythm still pounds through me. She pulls our bodies together, grinding our hips and I feel something pressed against me. A slow smile spreads across my face as I realize, "Oh my…you remembered…you're packing." A matching smile spreads across her face and she thrusts lightly against me. I moan, pushing myself into her.

Warm breath, followed by a warm tongue brushing across my earlobe, "Of course I remember, I remember all your fantasies."

Our hands begin to roam as our bodies move together. Light caresses brush across arms…faces…shoulders…necks…sides…and backs. We don't hurry; taking our time to enjoy the closeness we share. I'm not really sure who decides first, maybe we both decide together. Our hands reach for each other's shirt, pulling the material free. We remove clothing barriers and continue dancing, naked from the waist up.

We continue in our light caresses across bare skin. Our bodies warm as we move together. I feel my arousal building. I can't help but gasp when she pushes into me, her package pressing against my aching clit. The material of my jeans drives me insane with the need to be closer to her.

As if reading my mind, she steps back and slowly finishes undressing me. She takes her time, letting skillful hands caress and linger until my legs threaten to buckle. She stands in front of me and pulls me close, supporting me. One hand cups my face, the other around my waist and she leans forward, placing soft kisses against the corners of my mouth.

I open my mouth, hot breath caressing her face, begging without words for her to kiss me. And she does, oh goddess how she does. A slow, sensual exploratory kiss that does buckle my knees. If it weren't for her arm around my waist I would surely be on the floor. We pull back for air, but neither are able to stay away. We brush our lips together in light kisses.

I step back slightly and kneel before her. I reach out and caress her belly, before moving my hands to the button on her jeans. I slowly undo them, pushing the button through the hole and lowering the zipper. I reach into her pocket, knowing what will be there, knowing she had memorized every detail of my fantasy. I pull out a grape flavored condom. I place it between my teeth as I push her pants down a little, just past her hips.

The dildo, freed from its constraints, stands erect. My eyes widen as I recognize the blue silicone shaft I thought I had looked at discreetly. I gaze at the wondrous woman before me and swear she can read my mind. She never seems to miss anything. If she could read my mind, does she know how much I love her? How every hour of every day thoughts of her fill me, make me content, giddy and aroused all at once? But, she's not a mind reader, so I'll spend the rest of my life showing her how much I love her.

As my emotions threaten to overwhelm me I look up into love filled blue eyes. I open the condom and cover her extension. I reach out with my hands, placing them at the apex of her thighs. Using my thumbs to gently spread her lips. She's wearing my favorite harness, the one with the small pouch for a mini-vibe that sits directly against her clit. Using my thumb and forefinger, I deftly twist it on. Adjusting the base of the dildo so that it rests against the vibe, pushing into her clit. She moans slightly, her hips gently thrusting toward me. I want her to fill as much pleasure as I know I will.

Smiling, I place my lips on the head, circling my tongue to taste the grape flavored lubricant. Feeling my arousal upon my inner thighs, I think briefly that lubricant really won't be an issue. I look up and my eyes meet hers, my mouth poised at the head. Her hands move through my hair, massaging my scalp. I move my hands around and firmly grasp her bum. Opening my mouth, I slowly guide her to me, taking her into my mouth as the base pushes into her. Beneath my hands her bum clenches and I squeeze gently. We move in a rhythm, my hands guiding her. Moving my hands from her bum, I reach up to cup her breasts.

Feeling hardened nipples press into my palms, I squeeze gently before moving my fingers to tweak, twist and tease the erect buds. The whole time my mouth is filled with her extension, her moans increase when I move into a circular motion, pushing the vibe against her clit. Her hands are buried in my hair, holding me close.

Finally I release her from my mouth and move my hands back to her pants. I take my time removing them, kissing and caressing the skin I expose. As soon as I'm done, I feel strong hands on my shoulders pulling me up. Her mouth possesses mine hungrily and I return it full force.

She steps back and I follow, our mouths locked together. Breaking the kiss she sits down on a chair. Anya calls it our sex chair. She always seems to know these things. Tara designed it and we had Xander build it for us. It reclined slightly and was narrow so that both of us could easily straddle it. Hands blazed trails of fire across my body as she turns me so that I face away from her. Pulling me onto her lap, I felt her extension trapped between us. Leaning back, soft breasts press into my back, a moan escapes my lips. We slow down once more; her hands move across my skin with light butterfly caresses, glancing across my nipples.

I feel my wetness pouring from my center and can wait no longer. I raise myself above her. Tilting my head back and lay it on her shoulder. Locking our gaze, I gently lower myself. Her body is shaking and I wonder if it is from the effort of her not thrusting. I continue slowly, adjusting to being filled. Her hands move to my hips, not rushing me but holding me. Finally, I press completely into her, taking the length inside me, clenching my muscles tightly. I can feel the slight vibration against my bum from her vibe. Goddess, I hope she's feeling it on her clit.

A moan fills my ear, drowning out the music and she pulls me closer. Lips taste and suckle my neck as hands roam across my torso. I rise up slightly and press back down, the textured silicone moving in and out of my body. I rock my hips gently, feeling the hardness teasing and pressing against my sweet spot. Firm hands grip my hips, guiding me in a circular motion. I want to speed up but obviously she has other intentions as her hands hold me firmly, setting our rhythm.

She raises my hips, pulling away before slowly bringing our bodies together. I follow her; I will always follow her. Continuing the pace she set I lean back into her. My hands grasp behind her head, tangling in blonde tresses. I pull gently, my lips seeking hers. Her hands once again move across my body, fingers tweaking nipples, teasing and taunting me until my head is spinning.

Lips and teeth nibble and taste my back and her hand moves lower. I can only grasp her forearms, squeezing tightly as I meet her hips thrust for thrust. As she reaches the inside of my thighs, my rhythm falters and my hips thrust and seek her touch. She's in control and I know she'll keep me safe, but goddess she's driving me insane. Finally I feel fingers slide through my slit like butter on teflon. My hips chase her fingertips that are teasing me endlessly, avoiding my clit. She's not searching. No, this is slow, mind-blowing torture and I love it.

After all this time I finally find my voice. Whether from lack of use, constant moaning or sheer arousal, it comes out in a rasping groan. "Oh Baby, I love it when you tease me." Warm breath and a quick nip at my ear. My sharp intake of breath almost drowns out her growled, "I know and I have another little surprise."

My ears begin buzzing, a low faint hum and colors flash behind my eyelids, as the tip of her finger finally touches my clit. The sensation was so sudden and unexpected, my hips buck forward seeking her hand. She must have anticipated my reaction; her hips followed, keeping the extension inside me.

Her finger slowly circles my clit and something's different. It's the tip of her finger but the sensations, oh the sweet torturous sensations. I don't know what she's doing but it's driving me insane. Rocking harder, begging with my actions, trying to feel the pressure of that elusive finger.

My left hand stays buried in her hair, keeping her mouth in place against my neck. My right moves around, cupping my breast, rolling a nipple between my fingertips. I moan and arch my back; my body is one large erogenous zone.

Rocking faster, I swear my sweet Tara was an octopus in her previous life as her hands are everywhere. Her right hand with its new sensation finally gives me the pressure I seek against my clit. My hips pump faster as I feel myself getting close, unable to stop the moans and groans that escape my lips. Words fill my ears in my beloved's voice as the music crescendos:

Wetness splashes onto my cheeks and my heart threatens to burst from my chest. "Oh, Tara, baby, oh goddess I love yoouuu…."

"Oh yes, Willoooow!" I feel her coming and a second orgasm rips through me before the first has subsided, and I answer "Taaaraaaaaaa!"

Arms wrap around me, cradling me gently. Soothing noises are whispered in my ears and I feel fingertips brush against my cheeks, wiping the wetness away. "Sshh…baby, why are you crying?"

I lift myself slowly from her, the extension leaving my body. Turning, I sit sideways on her lap, my head cradled on her chest. "I love you so much, and I didn't even realize I was crying. I guess my emotions were so overwhelmed…and that song…" I tilt my head up and my gaze locks with hers, searching intently. "Baby do you know how much that meant to me, how I feel that way about you?"

A soft smile curls her lips before they press gently against mine. "And I feel that way about you." A mischievous look crosses her face, and I know she wants to lighten the mood. I look at her questioningly.

"So what did you think of my little surprise?" She wiggled her eyebrows and the look on her face could only be described as a leer.

I think back and try to figure out which surprise…coming home to a seductive dance, her packing and acting out one of my fantasies, the new textured dildo…She must have seen my torment, a throaty laugh escaped her lips as she asked, "Did anything feel different, when I touched you?"

Remembering the familiar yet somehow new sensations on my clit, I know I must have had a dreamy look on my face. "Oh yes. I think I may have wondered that briefly before my brain turned entirely to mush. Oh, and I think you mentioned that it was a new surprise, or did I just imagine that?"

"Nope, that's what I said. And here it is…" I watched as she moved her hand around. On her index finger was a small white attachment. It was hooked on like a ring between her first and second knuckle, the tip extended in front of the pad of her finger. With a quick flick of her thumb she turned it on and it hummed to life. I felt my eyes widen, "It-it's a vibrator…a single finger vibrator…but I felt your finger on me…"

I watched as she spun the small vibrator around and it lay against her fingernail. She placed her fingertip against my nipple and it immediately sprung to life under her vibrating touch. She nibbled my ear and whispered, "You like?"

I growled then grabbed her and stood up. "Oh, I'll show you how much I like…And we'll find out if you like it." Pulling her close I captured her mouth in a greedy kiss as I began moving us towards the stairs and our bedroom. Intent on showing her how much I liked her surprise and how much I love her. The words always poised on my lips, they spill forth. "I love you my sweet Tara."

The End

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