As passion mounted hands moved through hair, down backs and across
shoulders in the futile attempt to get closer, to feel more of the
other. Both sets wanted to go elsewhere but were restrained by hesitant
minds.
After several moments Oz broke away, kissing his way to her neck. As
Willow felt his warm breath on her bare skin her knees weakened and she
could feel herself growing moist and hot, the steady throb of need
building in her stomach.
Oz moved his attentions to her shoulder and the unmistakable scent of
her arousal permeated the air eliciting a soft moan of desire from deep
in his throat. Automatically responding to the familiar sound Willow
pressed her pelvis against his while taking his hand from her hip and
guiding it to her breast.
Feeling the heat emenating from her against his raging erection while
his fingertips came in contact with her hard nipple Oz's senses began to
overload with need. Struggling for breath he looked deeply into her
eyes, "Will, are you sure?"
Willow was unable to find the words to tell him what she was feeling, to
express how deeply she wanted him. Instead she took a step back and
unfastened her pants. Oz could tell she was nervous and never allowed
his gaze to wander from her eyes as she slid the fabric down to the
floor, stepping out of them while pulling the thick sweater over her
head. Finally Willow stood before him vulnerable, clad only in black
lace panties and bra, silently offering herself to him.
Oz kicked off his shoes before approaching her reverently. Taking one
hand in hers Willow slowly brought it to her mouth, kissing the open
palm before turning it over and kissing the back, working her way to his
knuckles. Mesmerized by the sight and sensations Oz felt his legs
tremble as Willow ran her tongue up and down the index finger before
taking it between her lips and sucking her way slowly to the base.
Reaching back Oz unhooked her bra and slid it forward, down her
shoulders. After the scrap of material was tossed to the side she
eagerly went to work removing his pants Oz finally allowed his eyes to
wander down her thin frame taking in every inch of her. He was startled
to see how much weight she had lost, a physical testimony to the pain he
had put her through.
Capturing her mouth in a searing kiss Oz put all of his emotions into it
leaving her breathless. Taking her breasts in his hands he ran his
thumbs across the hard tips while leaving a trail of blazing kisses down
her chest before drawing taking first one nubbin into his mouth and then
the other. Willow arched her back in pleasure running her hands across
the tops of his thighs.
Pushing his shirt up Willow bent to kiss and lick the flesh above his
waistband sliding one hand higher under the fabric and along the hot
flesh of his chest while the other went down, rubbing lightly over the
erection straining against his boxers. The teasing friction combined
with her tongue was driving him insane.
Something seemed off and in a rush it came to her. "You're bigger." She
said in awe.
Oz's lust muddled mind couldn't get past her hand on his cock. "Uh, I'm
pretty sure it's the same size."
Willow looked at him oddly before realizing what he meant. Taking her
hand off of his erection she joined it with the other one on his chest.
"Not that. Your muscles."
*You're an ass* he told himself. "Chopping wood. It's cold up there."
Craving skin on skin contact Willow pulled the T-shirt over his head and
lovingly sucked one nipple, relishing the taste of his skin. Working her
way down suddenly she saw it - the red horizontal scar across his
stomach. It stood out against his pale flesh like neon. Willow felt as
if she had been slapped, it could have only come from one thing.
"Veruca?"
Oz nodded seeing the pain had returned to her eyes and hating it. "I
would give anything if I could undo it, take it back somehow."
"But you can't." The scar would fade, but it would always be there. If
Willow couldn't accept it now she'd never be able to and it would taunt
her as long as she was with him. "It's a painful reminder but it doesn't
change anything." Willow kissed the scar claiming it as hers. The
gesture of acceptance touched him deeply.
Kissing her tenderly he whispered. "Willow, we don't have to do this. We
can take things slower if you want."
"I want this. I want you." Running her tongue along his bottom lip she
pushed his boxers down and off.
"Lay down baby." When she did Oz grabbed the top of her panties and she
lifted her hips as he pulled them off before joining her. As their
tongues met Willow took his aching shaft into her hand, rubbing her
thumb through the thick drop of fluid at the head before stroking up and
down the length. Kissing her stomach his hands stroked her thighs
steadily moving upwards until he reached her center. "Oh Will, you're so
hot and wet."
As their mouths met Oz's finger slid easily inside her tight channel
causing her hips to thrust towards the welcome invasion. "Oz's it's been
so long. Please. I want to feel you inside me." Willow begged.
He wanted to take his time and make love to every inch of her, but it
had been too long, the need was to strong to deny. Positioning himself
between her legs he rubbed the head of his cock along the slick folds of
her sex coating it with her juices. As it brushed against her clit
Willow nearly came right then. Staying upright on his knees he was
unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of their bodies joining as
he penetrated her.
"Oh God. Oz." Grasping his hands Willow pulled him down to her wrapping
her arms around his neck while her legs wrapped around his hips. As Oz
slid in and out of her with torturous slowness she met him at every
thrust urgently trying to take him in deeper, wanting to be completely
filled by him.
"Will you feel incredible." Oz was in paradise. And it wasn't just the
sex, with her it never had been. He knew it was the same for her. The
act itself was always earth shattering, but when they made love it was
so much more than physical. When their bodies joined they were
thoroughly enveloped by the other, emotionally as well as physically.
They made each other whole. With no effort she had stolen his heart and
over time she had given him hers. It was only when they were together
that they could be again complete.
The physical rapture blended with the bliss of recapturing what they had
doubted they would ever have again intensified every stroke and each
kiss, driving them quickly to the brink.
"Oz come with me." Responding to her pleas Oz quickened his pace and
felt her muscles clamping down around his cock. Pressing his lips
against hers he swallowed her cries of pleasure and with a final thrust
climaxed. When Willow felt his hot semen filling her she joined him.