Willow

Willows bed.

They started out real slow, a change of pace to how they usually were together. But there was no rush. They just kissed for a while, her hands in his hair. When he drew back to look at her, her lips were a lovely shade of red. She ran her tongue over them. He licked her tongue quickly before she could withdraw and took the tongue into his mouth.

Her answering moan vibrated in his mouth. They both began to giggle at this and then couldn't kiss for laughing. When they both stopped laughing, sides painful, he looked at her and traced over her lips with his finger.

They were as soft as he had once imagined. She pretended to bite his finger. Two could play at that game. He started at her jaw, small honeyed bites traveling down her jaw to the sweet spot on her neck.

He loved this spot as it made her squirm and cry out. He wanted her to cry out, he wanted her to call his name. He wanted her to want him. His hand traveled lower, past her clothes. He found her wet and ready for him.

His hand stayed there, he played with her arousal. He stroked her folds, pushed his fingers into her glorious wetness. She stretched out for him, allowing him the access he craved.

Removing her top he stared at her breasts. They were small rounded and perfect. He nuzzled them, licked them. He took them into his mouth, loving her moaning reaction. She was displayed on the bed just for him.

He quickly removed the rest of her clothes. He wanted to see her body run his hands over that pale skin. They both stopped dead still, when they heard a crash from the living room.