Willow adjusts herself til her weight fully rested on Tara, and wedged her other hand between them to join the other. Screams still muffled by Tara’s neck, her hips had yet to cease their jackhammering, and oh gods she was so close again and she can’t help the whine she lets out as Tara floods her hand and she can’t help but wonder what those hot, hot juices would feel all over her pussy or all over her face and the thought of it alone is enough to make her bear down, taking those three fingers in as much as she can and she shatters on Tara’s hand.
Her own three fingers are still doing their twisting, stroking, thrusting Tara-fuck dance, their loud, wet slapping almost deafening to her ears. With her other hand, she take that precious pearl of a clit and pinches and rolls and rubs.
“Tare,” she gasps, licking up a trail from neck to ear. “Tare baby,” she pants. “Tar-ughhhh~”
The entire world seemed as if it had faded out around her, making her unable to focus on anything but the incredible sensations coursing through her body. The sounds of skin slapping, guttural noises escaping lips, a tight cunt gripping at her fingers, the delicious scent of their coupling in the air, fingers working her oversensitive flesh until she was thrashing wildly against the smaller body - it was nearly more than she could handle. A steady fire built within, flames traveling through her veins as she clutched desperately at her lover, her unintelligible screams sounding far away as the pleasure clouded her head entirely.
Her hand continued to move rapidly, fucking her girl with abandon, the heel of her hand hitting and grinding against Willow’s clit with each and every inward thrust. Her own screams grew in volume and pitch until her entire body finally tensed once more, mouth falling open in a silent scream as she came long and hard, drenching her lover’s hand and sheets.
The last traces of energy in her body were entirely dedicated to feeling her lover tighten around her fingers once more, her hand conditioning its frantic movements. Free hand sliding between sweat soaked bodies, she cupped a small breast, roughly tweaking the nipple with her fingers. Head lifting slightly, she brought her lips to her lover’s ear, nipping gently at the lobe before desperately whispering her final plea. “Come for me, baby.”
If Tara’s words and pumping fingers hadn’t gotten her there, her teeth on her ear definitely did. Blunt, human teeth though they were, just the feel and image of her mate sinking her teeth into her demon lover makes Willow scream, her final orgasm spurting out of her, coating Tara’s hand and thighs, and the already soaked sheets.
Dazed, she collapses, chest spasming once again, eyes just a little glazed over. All that comes out of her mouth is nonsensical babble, a litany of praise and loving platitudes, her entire body trembling like a small, frightened animal. “Tare,” she gasps, the hand not buried in her lover reaching to grasp at her. “Tare…luv.”