Filling in the Gaps
by Red Willow
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I was embarrassed to be watching them, but I couldn't turn away, couldn't deny the ache building between my legs, or the raw lust bouncing off of Tara and the other two. I couldn't believe this was my Tara. Okay, not mine, but I had no idea. She could get really wild when it came to sex and never backed down from a challenge to try something new. But this, this was something I never, could never imagine.
I knew how her body worked, knew what set her off, what made her quiver like jell-o in my hands and from the way these women were touching her, they had found that out too. This wasn't something new to her, I could tell by the look on her face, the soft moans emanating from her mouth, the response in her hips, and the white knuckled grips she had that she was comfortable with them, hell, she was comfortable with everything.
Buffy's body tightened against mine and I knew by the way she was clenching her jaw muscles that she was having trouble restraining herself. The lust danced in her eyes and I could feel her muscles rippling under the soft skin my fingers spread over. I was right there with her, a deep, hurtful ache slicing through me, sending my sex jumping on its own. I wanted her inside me. Her, someone, something inside me, pounding me. Something was in the air, something electric that made my skin tingle, and my hair stand up. The music throbbed around us, inside us, throbbed against my sex, my heat, my need. Throbbing.
I was aware of everything pulsating, peaking and dropping back down, sliding in and out. Casey's hand on Tara's sex, flexing, squeezing. The blonde's bare chest rising and falling creating contrast with creamy brown as the other woman's tongue lapped at the erect flesh. I watched Tara's face shift and change in pleasured motion, her tongue darting in and out between swollen lips.
Tara's eyes fluttered open and she looked right at us.
"Shit." I jumped when I realized she was staring at Buffy an me. No surprise, no embarrassment or anger. She simply continued to enjoy her heated passion while staring right at us.
I felt trapped, I wanted to flee in embarrassment for being caught spying. But we were in the middle of someone's living room I hadn't even met before and my ex-girlfriend was starting the fast descent into having sex with four other women in the middle of kitchen! I wanted to grab Buffy and get out, get out quick before I interpreted that look in Tara's eyes and fell for it, let myself be invited in. I wanted nothing more than to have sex at that very second, deep, penetrating sex. I felt like my brain had been reduced to one lonely cell, and that cell was screaming sex, sex, sex!
That's when I felt the biting pain in my hand and was turned suddenly toward Buffy. She looked at me with this hunger I'd never seen, yet had been searching for in the previous week's sexcapades. I parted my mouth to say something, but no words came. I looked at her and begged silently for her to take me, for her to bend me to her will, shape me and mold me against her body.
"I need you. NOW!" She growled. Her tone and the raw passion in her eyes created in me a vibration, shaking my entire body out of its dazed and confused trance and before I knew it we were in the hallway, leaving Tara and her women behind.
Buffy flung the first door we came to open and roughly pulled me inside. She had never been so rough before but it wasn't scary or alarming, I loved every single second of it. Slamming the door closed she pushed me to the bed, ignoring the several small stacks of boxes laid out on the floor. She guided us through the maze easily, taking off her shirt in the process.
It must have been the spare room because although the bed was made with a cream colored set of sheets and blanket, everything else was in disarray, stacked haphazardly around the room, covering the floor and the one long dresser.
She flung me on the bed and I scrambled to get higher while at the same time, kicking off my shoes and undoing my pants. Our actions were fast and heated, the need to be rid of clothes at that moment seemed more important than water. Buffy grabbed my pants and panties, tugging them down my legs where they dropped with a quiet thud on the floor. She quickly got out of her boots and I thanked any deity that would listen that they weren't lace up. I threw my shirt off the side of the bed and quickly unhooked my bra as I watched her yank her leather pants off. Her bra hit the floor the second before she lunged at me, our bodies crashing together in urgency.
I felt her hands, her mouth, and her teeth all over my body, seeming to devour me at once. I arched up into her touch, my fingernails tracing bright red lines across her flesh. I was soaked, my juices seeping out and running down toward the cotton comforter below. I felt her teeth on my neck, digging painfully deep, but I didn't care, I was practically pumping my hips against her sex where she lay between my legs. I wrapped my legs around her, holding her as tight as possible as I forced my wet sex against her, forced friction against the deep throbbing ache that was my whole body. She put her hands on my hips and brought me closer, humping me without her hands or thighs, humping me with her sex only and then it happened. That first burst of release surging out through my center as I bucked my hips against her and I heard her growl in my ear as she rode out the first of her orgasm. We rocked together in heated need until the quick waves passed. But it wasn't enough, would never be enough for the passion we found between us.
She grabbed me around my waist and flipped me face down on the bed. I wanted her though, I wanted to hold her and touch her and never let her go. I felt her forearm on my back and her legs spreading mine. She slapped my ass. Hard. I fell forward slightly in pain, but I wanted more. I'd always want more.
She hit me again, her small open palm flat against my skin, and the delicious sensation that it caused only made my hips move on their own. I was open, stretched wide for her, but empty, absent without her touch.
"Oh God Buffy, please!" I heard myself yell. "Just fuck me already!"
Wasting no more time, her fingers found my wet folds, opened them, and slid in. She pinched my clit and I jerked up against her restraining arm. There was no need to build up the desire, to tease with promises; we were already there, already riding on the edge of promised pleasure.
She entered me with her fingers. Three, right away. Sliding them in and out of my dripping pussy, our panting and the click of my wet sex against her hand the only sounds in the room, the only sounds aside from the deep throbbing of the bass on the other side of the wall. Gone again, her hand slid out, slid down to circle the tight swollen and needy jumble of nerves that begged for attention. Quick and rough her fingers moved against me until she slid her fingers against the opening of my sex again. And waited. I squirmed against her, trying to capture her hand, trying to pull her inside. I heard her heavy breathing and felt the rhythm her body made against mine. Her other hand scratched lines up my back until she gripped my shoulder. I turned my head and licked the fingers there while I pressed with all my might against her torturous hand.
She entered me again, slid her fingers in as far as they'd go, stretching me wider than before, opening me up to her and filling me whole. I felt myself ballooning out, expanded past her fingers, silently begging for more. She began a steady thrust, rotating her hand slightly as she pulled away before pushing back into me harder with every thrust.
Almost viciously she thrust into me, fucked me deep and raw into the mattress. I met her thrusts with almost as much ferocity; with a need so deep I craved nothing else. I rode her fingers, pushing back on her hand as I moved my knees farther apart along the smooth comforter and lowered my hips, dipping my body down and back up with her thrusts.
"More..." I moaned.
Without a word I felt the last of her hand slip deeper inside, past the ring of muscle that offered no resistance, only begged and pleaded for more. She was inside me, held me and had power over me. I was all cunt and Buffy was filling me with her fist, with her passion and strength and I wanted nothing more than to devour her.
My head hung low with my hair in my face as I gripped the bedding, pushing and pulling myself against her harder and faster as I felt the swell of orgasm rise up inside me. Rode it on the edge as I felt the pace of her hand quicken, pounding into my sex yet hardly moving more than an inch back and forth.
"Don't... Fucking... Stop!" I demanded, our bodies in constant motion as the sweat ran down between my breasts.
She moved her hand from off my shoulder and reached down between my legs. She slid her fingers across my slick folds, capturing my clit between her fingers where she proceeded to rub and roll it. And then her hands became me and I was nothing but feeling, nothing but fat pulsing waves of pleasure as the bright Crayola colored patterns of my orgasm shot up and through me, spread over me like a blanket of pure energy.
"Oh!!! Fuck!!" I screamed, arching back and into the powerful waves that rocked me to my very core.
My entire body jerked with the shear sexual current that coursed through me, reached Buffy, and came back again. I gasped and shook and bit down on my lip trying to comprehend the intense sensations that rippled through me as if I had been somehow plugged into an electrical outlet and was drawing on the power it provided. There was no room for thought, no room for understanding or words. Nothing but the intense sensations that rocked through my body, bringing tears to my eyes, and the weight of Buffy on top of me, inside me; nothing but us existed.
When the sensations finally ebbed, I felt her hand slowly slide out, leaving me empty once again. Another time, another place, and I would have wanted to slumber in my post coital bliss. Buffy's soft moans and movement against me snapped me out of my haze however, and I knew there was no way I could leave her in such a state for much longer.
Quickly, I flipped myself over and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her toward me until our lips met in a crushing kiss. Immediately she began to slide her sex along my thigh in tight short strokes. She was already so close, waiting for that final push over the edge. Slipping my tongue past her parted lips, where she sucked greedily on it, I brought my knee up, giving her leverage against which to thrust harder. She broke from the kiss, though her mouth was never far from my face as she arched her back and rode my thigh. I could feel her wetness spread across my thigh and the thought of that rich musk on my body created renewed down low tingles of desire.
"Yesss!" She hissed against my ear before bringing her head down onto my shoulder while she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her hips bucking against my thigh.
I waited patiently for her to slow, to come down from the urgency that had welled up inside her in the short time since her last orgasm. I left a trail of kisses along her shoulder before scraping my teeth over her ear. She slid lower on my leg, groaning, trying to convey that she needed more.
"I want to taste you." I told her and shoved on her shoulders.
She jumped off of me and rolled over with a huge grin on her face. I suppressed my giggle, climbing on top of her and looking in her eyes. I saw nothing but pure desire there and I knew it was all for me. I watched her lick her lips before ducking my head down to dip my own tongue between her lips. Her tongue met mine and slowly they tangled inside her mouth.
Her hands gripped my butt; digging her nails in and I felt the flush of her lust wash over me once more. I broke from the kiss and moved down, wiggling out of her hold as I let my tongue wander over her nipples and between her breasts. I kneaded the soft flesh in my hands as I grazed the stiff dusky peaks with my tongue. She put her hand on my shoulder and gently urged me lower. I grinned around the nipple I currently had between my teeth before giving it one last flick with my tongue and moved on.
I left soft kisses along her stomach and swirled my tongue around her belly button before tracing a wet line to her trimmed mound. Her scent was intoxicating, a rich, musky elixir with something deeper, something stronger behind it. I wanted to drink every last ounce of her. Lick, suck, and fuck her with my tongue until she came, bucking against my face, until she screamed my name in ecstasy.
Her body hummed in anticipation as I moved my lips over the walls of her sex, barely touching them. She was covered in her own wetness, shiny even on her thighs from where she had brought herself to orgasm. She tried to reach my mouth by raising her hips, but I only moved further back.
"Please Willow... don't tease." She groaned, moving her hips around and spreading her legs wider.
"Tell me what you want." I told her. My voice was firm and demanding. I was the one in control now. Regardless of her strength or her slaying abilities, she needed me and I held the power.
"Oh... God..." She moaned, continuing to squirm below me. "Lick me... suck my cl-oooh!!"
I plunged my tongue in between her swollen and slick outer lips, finding the engorged knot that needed my attention right away. She arched off the bed, forcing herself against my mouth. In long, agonizing strokes, I lapped at her sex, bringing my tongue from bottom to top where I'd push her hard nub from side to side before going back down. I was torturing her, and I knew it.
"Willow..." She grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed down on my head while wrapping her legs around me. I felt her heels dig into the soft flesh of my back and I couldn't help but wince.
Finally catching her clit with my lips, I tugged it into my mouth and began a steady massage with my lips while flicking the exposed head with my tongue. A low throaty moan began to emerge from Buffy's lips as I worked her with my mouth. I slid two fingers into her, receiving only cries of affirmation. I slid them in as far as they'd go then slid them out almost the entire way. Releasing her clit momentarily, I licked down toward my fingers, putting pressure on the area just above her entrance as I slid three fingers in deeply. She pushed against my hand, her heels heavy on my back. I didn't mind the slight pain though, as it only added to the passion between us.
With three fingers buried inside her, I began eagerly stroking the walls of her channel and licked in earnest around the tight jumble of nerves just above.
"Oh... yeah..." She moaned, moving against me.
***
When I felt her enter me I pushed forward, wanting to meet every thrust. Her tongue was working wonders on my swollen sex. We began a rhythm of her pushing and pulling, and her tongue found my clit again, licking in a steady circle around it, building the pressure up, rather than going straight for the kill.
"Oh... yeah..." I moaned, biting down on my lower lip as I continued to move my body against her thrusts and her mouth.
I felt like I was going to melt right into her mouth, my entire body was awake and aware of the pleasure mounting in my center. I threw my free hand back and gripped the headboard as I dropped my legs to either side of Willow's body.
She sucked my clit into her mouth and I thought I'd jump off the bed it felt so good. She thrust her fingers into me deeply and I thrust back, bringing my hips up fast before crashing back down again. In and out her fingers went, harder and faster we met as her teeth and tongue extracted my orgasm and then I was bucking, bucking hard against her face as the flood-like waves struck me.
"Willow!!"
A rush of ripples tore its way out from my center and crashed through my entire body, seeming to stop my heart for a brief moment before moving on. I dug my fingernails into the wood of the headboard, scratching the surface as I continued to lift off and fall back to the bed as my juices flowed out of me and onto Willow's hand, onto the bed beneath. If I could have opened my eyes I know I would've seen stars.
I felt her mouth move off my clit, but her fingers continued in their thrust, only she slowed, seeming to wonder at the new amount of wetness in her palm. I relaxed my legs against the bed, basking in the post pleasure and anticipating the next wave at the same time. I opened my eyes to see her moving up my body, though her hand stayed in place, inside me.
Her mouth found mine and I sucked my taste off her tongue, wrapping my arms around her slim body and bringing my leg up to cup the juncture between her thighs. She moaned against my mouth before bringing her thumb back to my sensitive nub and slowly circling it.
She slid her fingers in and out slowly and circled my highly sensitive clit. She moved her hips, starting a slow ride against my thigh. I cupped her breast, grazing my thumb over the stiff peak on top, eliciting soft cries for more. Pinching the erect flesh between my fingers, I moved my leg up and down slightly, meeting her movement as if bouncing her.
"I want... to... together." She panted against my cheek, her hair hanging in my face as I lifted and moved her entire body with just my leg.
I nodded, "Uh huh..."
I reached down with my hand and stopped her hand from its ministrations.
"Wait..." I told her, tugging at her hand.
She slid her fingers out, moving them up to my clit alone.
"Better." I said, capturing her mouth again with my own.
With her fingers sliding up and over my slick clit and her sex smearing her juices along my leg in short back and forth strokes, we deepened the kiss, searching and tasting, our bodies fully connected not only by the physical, but by the trapped power that we had released into the room. It swirled around and between us, engulfing. We were lost to anything other than each other.
"I love you." She said, breaking the kiss, her hips moving at a faster pace, as were her fingers.
"Oh God..." I moaned, feeling my orgasm close once again. "I love... you too."
"A-are you... close?" She asked leaning further into my body dragging her sex down short and hard.
I felt my orgasm grow and expand in my belly but I held on, wanting to hold out for Willow, wanting to orgasm with her.
"Oh! Yes!" I nodded vigorously, not sure how much more I could take.
Thankfully, she backed off focusing her attention to the area just below, rather than right on my hard nub. It kept me right on the edge and if I hadn't wanted to wait for her, would have frustrated the hell out of me.
"Oh... Oh..." Willow moaned, her movement against my thigh becoming frantic.
She was close, I could tell by the tension in her body. She resumed her ministrations on my clit, quickly circling around and down.
"B-Buffy!" She screamed my name just as a hard shot of pure pleasure sliced straight threw me.
"Oh God!"
I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her back and shoulder and bucked against her hand in short jerks. She sunk her teeth into my shoulder, moving atop me, riding out her own orgasm.
Willow collapsed on top of me as I moved my leg back flat against the bed. She trailed her wet fingers across my hip, resting her hand at my waist and buried her head in the crook of my neck. We were quiet, though breathing hard against each other's slick bodies. I could feel her heart beating against mine and knew it beat for me.
"I love you." She whispered, moving her head up to kiss my cheek before resting it again on my shoulder.
"I know..." I kissed the top of her hand and traced my fingers up her spine. "I love you to."
"That was..."
"Intense." She offered.
"Incredible." I added.
She groaned, rolling off me to lie on her back, throwing her arm above her head.
"Exhausting." She commented, blowing a few stray hairs off her face.
I turned onto my side and propped myself up.
"You tired baby?" I asked, tracing my finger down between her breasts.
"Oh don't you start Slayer." She put her hand over mine before I got any lower than her naval. "I couldn't right now even if I wanted to."
"Are you sure?" I asked seductively.
"Very." She leaned up and kissed me softly on the lips. "Buffy, you do realize we've had sex three times today, don't you?"
I never counted, I just knew I wanted her; I always wanted her and could never get enough. I found a new thrill with every inch of her body; even her fingertips turned me on. Maybe I was just making up for years of lust, or maybe I just loved her so much that I simply didn't know how else to show her but to make love to her with all my passion, all my fire, with every once of my strength, pouring my soul into her. We fit so well together, were so attuned to each other's needs and desires that every touch and caress, every ripple of pleasure, felt natural, felt like it was always meant to be that way.
"Well..." I started, poking out my bottom lip. "You're just so... irresistible."
"And you're a charmer." She smiled, closing her eyes. "But I'm exhausted Slayer... at least give me a few minutes to catch up." She giggled.
I smiled and ducked my head down, kissing her shoulder and neck before resting my head there, luxuriating in the warmth and smell of my Willow and our lovemaking.