Willow pulled away from the kiss, her need to breathe having become so great she had no choice but to break the passion fuelling contact. Running her fingers down the silky smooth back of her lover, Willow moaned as Tara’s fingers brushed lightly against the confines of her panties, the wetness she knew was clear.

Smiling softly, Tara’s lips followed the path of her fingers over Willows taut stomach as she freed her from the confines of her jeans.

“You are so beautiful!” Tara purred as she kissed slowly over the redheads belly button, pausing only briefly to dip her tongue teasingly.

Willow moaned indignantly as the loving contact suddenly ceased. In her all consuming passion, her senses had gone on overload, her eyes, unable to take in anything, had rolled back as her body twitched, sparked and responded eagerly to Tara’s playful caress.

“Baby?” Tara’s velvety voice called her from her haze. Looking up, her breath caught in her throat as Tara peeled her simple panties slowly down her legs, and the aroma of Willows arousal hit her nose and she licked her lips hungrily.

“Hmm um?” Willow mumbled, trying to focus on the blondes words rather than the teasing kisses she was trailing across her hip.

“Baby, look at me!” Tara continued, her blue eyes darkening further with arousal.

Willow propped herself up on her elbows, her head felt as though it were full of rocks as Tara continued to leave delicate kisses across her lower stomach.

“I love you.” Tara told her sincerely when Willows eyes opened and focused on the blonde between her hips.

“I love you too!” Willow panted as Tara grinned and lowered her head, kissing the insides of Willows thighs and drawing a deep moan from the redhead. “Oh God Tara.” she moaned as Tara’s skilled tongue savoured the heavenly taste that had spilt from her core.

“Please baby.” Willow knew she had to shut up, the sensations flooding her body left her breathless and trying to talk while she was fighting to control her already erratic breathing would probably lead her to passing out but she had to feel her goddess within her.

Looking up at the redhead from her exciting vantage point, Tara knew that it wouldn’t take much to push Willow over the edge into orgasmic oblivion, her eyes were dilated and her breath came to her in ragged gasps. Slowly, she slid her hand up the quivering torso of her lover, cupping a pert breast gently as she teased the nipple into a painfully erect peak. Willow looked down at her, their eyes meeting and exchanging everything they needed to say. With their eyes firmly locked on the others, Tara allowed herself the exquisite taste of her Willow, her tongue slipping easily between the wet folds and teasing her entrance softly.

“Holy Hecate, Jesus, YES!” Willow hissed, her thighs clamping Tara’s head firmly in place as she savoured the taste of her arousal. Tara giggled slightly but kept up her gentle motion, her tongue slowly pressing into Willow and tasting the change before returning to its gentle teasing.

Willow couldn’t quite was out if she was flying or suddenly made of concrete, either way, she knew that Tara already had her on the edge. As the first tremors of her climax began in her head, she moaned, long and deep. Her response bringing her exactly what she wanted without having to ask.

Tara’s other hand snaked between her and Willow and she slipped two fingers gently into the already shaking redhead, her lips finding her ***** with ease and encapsulating the nerve bundle as her tongue darted out and flicked quickly over the top.

As soon as Tara’s tongue darted out and hit the mark, Willow felt the explosion behind her eyes, like someone had set a rocket off in her head before turning her body into a Catherine Wheel. With Tara’s fingers pumping firmly into her, she screamed the blondes name loudly, not caring who was in the house to hear.

Continuing her ministrations, Tara played Willows body like a concert pianist, guiding her through her first ***** quickly and balancing her on the verge of a second before pushing her over the edge again and again.

”TAAAARRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

From the yard, both Buffy and Giles looked up to the room that Tara had claimed as her own.

“Magic Box?!!” Buffy said, her eyes darting around as she tried to conceal her embarrassment.

Giles polished his spectacles furiously before quickly slipping them back up his nose. “Oh well, yes, most definitely!!” He agreed, his face getting redder and redder with every passing second, he was on his feet and halfway out the yard before he’d finished the sentence.