Return to Club Crimson Chapter Nine

Club Crimson

Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy created the Buffy universe, not I. The story idea and all the other stuff I did make up though.
WARNING: S&M-Gore, rough sex, drug use. Be prepared.

Tara helped Willow move back to the pillows before she stood up and yanked the swing down throwing it across the room. "We wont need that right now, will we?"

All Willow could do was shake her head and watch. Tara crawled up beside Willow and looked down into her eyes. "Nice and easy okay?"

"Okay." Willow whispered.

Tara bent down and took the other woman's lips to hers. The kiss was gentle and chaste, a promise that to all the pain there is pleasure. That no matter how hurt you could ever be there is always something better waiting for you.

The red head brought her arms up around Tara's neck and pulled her down into the kiss more. Tara moved half way on top of her and let her breasts mesh with the small girl's. They both let out a quite moan and looked down at their bodies. It felt so right, so perfect that Willow couldn't believe she had missed even this kind of intimacy with Oz.

"Sit up." Tara said softly and Willow did so.

Tara's hands went to the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it off bending down to kiss Willow's neck. Since she wasn't wearing a bra Tara didn't have to worry about taking that off but she leaned back to examine.

Willow's tiny pink nipples, nipped at the air and begged to be touched and looking into Willow's eyes, she needed it.

Tara smiled before she dipped down and licked the tip of one, circling it with her tongue then bringing it into her mouth. Willow arched her back and pushed herself more into Tara's warm mouth.

"Oh." Willow groaned flopping back on the pillow.

Continuing with her task Tara moved her hand down Willow's body, across her stomach to her pants. She unbuttoned them and tugged gently stopping to look down.

"Let's take your boots off first okay?" Tara said moving away from Willow's nipple.

Willow watched as Tara unlaced each boot slowly, making her squirm more. What seemed like years the boots were finally gone and so were her socks. Tara kissed back up the leather pants and stopped at the open fly.

Looking up into those green eyes, Tara knew that Willow was more than ready. Her hands came up and started to pull the waistband down, lifting up the red head's hips to help.

Tara grinned when she looked down at the flower panties Willow was wearing.

"What?" Willow blushed.

"Nothing." Tara said bending down and kissing her navel. Her tongue came out again and dipped inside licking around the sensitive area.

Willow fell back on the pillows again grabbing on to the sheets. She needed something, anything to hold on to at this point.

Tara kissed back up Willow's body and hovered over her lips. "Are you ready?" She asked while her fingertips played at the top of her flowers.

"Yes, yes, yes I'm ready, please Tara touch me." Willow begged.

Tara laughed to herself, she knew that this one was going to be a lot of work. But this time it was about making love, not making a sub.

The panties where gone within a flash and there Willow laid exposed and breathing heavy. Tara pressed her stomach on the soaked mound making Willow close her eyes and groan. The heat of Tara on her sex was overwhelming, what was she going to do when she actually touched her?

Tara's fingers played on the insides of Willow's thighs and moved up closer all the while kissing at her neck and licking up to her ear. Tara knew she needed to make Willow extra wet for what she was about to do.

Finally her fingertips brushed Willow's opening and much to her own surprise Tara let out a startled moan. Guess Willow was worked up enough.

"You're so wet Will, you sure you've never been with a girl before?" Tara asked playfully.

"Never, never!" Willow nearly screamed shaking her head back and forth.

Gently the tip of Tara's middle finger made it inside and Willow clenched around it as if trying to drag it into her body more. But Tara wasn't giving in just yet, she wanted Willow to feel her, to feel the moment.

Slowly Tara slid her finger in, inch by inch as if two virgins in their first embrace. She didn't stop until she bumped the back of Willow's walls and she curled her finger upwards making sure there was enough room.

Willow's little body twisted and contracted around Tara, too afraid to ask for more but to afraid to let the moment slip past.

Pulling her finger out almost all the way, Tara watched the emotions play on the red head's face, the sure need was there and Tara wondered the last time Willow had been pleasured. She'd ask later.

Willow thought that Tara would glide back in her just as softly but she was wrong. Tara threw full force into her, nearly making her topple off the bed. Tara did this a few more times, a couple quick jabs then nice and slow strokes. Willow didn't know whether to scream or protest.

Tara finally stopped playing and began fucking. Willow didn't even notice when Tara pulled out one and interested another finger beginning a steady tempo in and out. All the while Tara looked down into Willow's face, every so often kissing her lips or her cheek, mainly to make sure she wasn't hurting the tiny girl. By the way Willow was moaning she wasn't being hurt at all.

Willow's breathing began to change and for the first time in her life she started to feel the road to an orgasm being paved. It climbed along her body, up her spine into her throat making it difficult to breath.

What should she do? Her walls clenched and released on Tara's fingers brining Tara's attention to Willow's eyes.

"You're so close Willow, let it go, let yourself come." Tara managed to get out, picking up her thrusts bending her fingers up to reach Willow's sweet spot.

Willow couldn't hold on anymore, couldn't stop the wave that began to crash throughout her body. It roared to life and splashed out of her mouth. She screamed and dug her nails into the sheets, throwing her head back. Her first orgasm spilled out past Tara's still pumping fingers and down her palm.

The red head's tiny body fell limp on the bed and Tara slowed her pursuit but not removing her fingers.

Tara looked down at Willow, smiling. "You okay?"

Willow tried to find her voice but it wasn't there so she nodded.

"Was that your first orgasm?" Tara asked cocking her head.

"How did you know?" Willow swallowed.

"You hesitated. If I hadn't of coaxed you to let go, you wouldn't of had one." Tara laughed.

"What does that mean?" Willow asked trying to sit up, but Tara kept her pinned.

"It means, let yourself go with me Will. Don't ever hold back okay?" Tara said gently.

"Okay." Willow managed to smile.

"Now my lovely," Tara said moving away from Willow and laying next to her. "It's your turn."

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