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The first time Michelle goes down on Willow was sort of unplanned.
They'd been taking it slow since they kissed at the lake this summer, exploring new parts of each other's bodies gradually and with tentative care. For the last few weeks they had gone as far as making out in just their panties, chests bare, with their legs tightly intertwined.
More and more often, Michelle would gently trace her finger underneath the elastic of Willow's panties, savouring the feeling of her thumb moving with the cartography of the curved flesh there.
At first the gesture made Willow giggle but now it stopped feeling like enough. Even when Michelle would occasionally make her way down Willow's body to kiss and lick at the damp space of her panties between her legs, both of their whines and sighs would be laced with frustration. They both wanted so desperately to remove this last barrier between them. But they were both too polite to voice it.
Until tonight.
They're laying on a single mattress in the Wheelers' basement with their limbs intertwined, bare chests pressed together and Willow is almost falling into a slumber as Michelle plays with her hair.
Then the pattern of Willow's breathing shifts slightly, and so does the air around them. Lazily, Willow begins to move her hips forward against Michelle's thigh. She sighs through her nose at the friction. Then as she repeats the movement again, she parts her lips and leans forward, pressing her open mouth to Michelle's neck.
Michelle pulls her body closer using the hand she had splayed over the small of Willow's back. She hums at the addictive feeling she would never get over of her girlfriend's deliciously-soft breasts pressing against hers.
"Baby," Willow whispers against the skin of Michelle's shoulder, gently lapping her tongue over the space where her collarbone begins. "Baby, I wanna feel you."
Michelle hums in response, pressing closer, lifting her thigh further up between Willow's legs.
Willow sighs, a small moan trying to escape but they both know to try and be quiet so she stiffles it by biting her lip.
"Wanna feel… all of you," Willow breathes
Michelle tenses for a moment and in response so does Willow. They lean back and look into each other's eyes. Willow's are darker than Michelle has ever seen them and they are filled with a desire she can't help but want to drown in.
"Me too," Michelle whispers, swallowing the tremble in her voice. Her heart begins pounding out of a mix of nerves and excitement.
Willow pauses momentarily before slowly tracing her fingers down the side of Michelle's body. When she finds and pauses on elastic, Michelle untangles her legs from Willow's, lays on her back and gives her a gentle nod.
Willow kneels on the bed beside Michelle and with both hands now gripping her panties, begins pulling down and stopping when they reached her knees that were still planted on the bed. Her breath hitches at the sight of the curly course hair that is revealed.
Michelle lifts her hips, her knees trembling as the cotton makes its way down her legs. Michelle kicks them off the rest of the way when they reach her shins and looks up at Willow to gauge her response.
Her hazel eyes are wide and her lips are parted and wet from just having licked her lips. Michelle can't help but smirk at how entranced Willow seems at the sight of her body.
Silently, Michelle sits up and gently takes hold of Willow's hips, slipping her index fingers beneath the waistband. She leans in to press a slow, tender kiss to Willow's lips. The two of them sigh into the touch, a sound that conveys all the words that are floating around in their heads in this moment — all the electricity that is coursing through and between their bodies.
Michelle eventually pulls away and watches her own hands as she pulls the lace down over Willow's hips.
Her head spins and her vision blurs momentarily as the garment slowly gives way to a perfectly groomed patch of chestnut hair. It looks like it would have taken hours, the way it aligns so beautifully and artistically with the shape of her body. Michelle could stare at it for days, bury herself in it for good if it was possible.
"Mich?" Willow whispers, her voice trembling. "What's going on?"
Michelle gasps softly and looks up at Willow, instantly placing a hand on her arm to soothe her once she notices the slight panic in her expression. How long was she staring?
"Baby, sorry I–" she stumbles, suddenly she feels weak and needs to lean their foreheads together or else she'll collapse. "God you're so beautiful."
Willow chuckles breathily, brushing her nose against Michelle's. "So are you."
They kiss like this — Willow on her knees and Michelle sitting up — for a few minutes, desperation to touch and explore coursing through them with increasing intensity.
Eventually Michelle grips Willow's shoulders and presses her gently down on the bed, swiftly dragging her panties the rest of the way down her legs and throwing them to the side.
Willow giggles but is cut off with a sigh as Michelle positions herself on top of her, their legs tightly wound again. their hips move together in the way they are used to now but it feels... god it feels so heavenly now they have nothing between them.
"Fuck…" Willow gasps, tilting her head back into the pillow and Michelle goes feral.
Willow rarely ever swears and Michelle has never heard it from her lips when they have been intimate. She wants to draw as many obscenities from those lips as she possibly can.
Panting, Michelle lifts her head and looks into Willow's eyes. Her hips stop moving and Willow whimpers at the loss of friction. "Mich..." she whines, looking up with a frown to see what the problem is.
"Can I go down on you?" Michelle whispers outright.
Willow pauses, her chest beginning to rise and fall with nerves. She parts her lips to speak but hesitates.
Michelle's face softens, placing a hand on the side of Willow's face. "I don't have to–" she starts.
"No I– I want you to, I just..." Willow stammers, the haze of pleasure and excitement making it hard to speak.
"Nervous?" Michelle says softly.
Willow nods.
"Okay... how about..." Michelle says slowly as she begins to descend down Willow's body. "I kiss down your thighs..." she plants a kiss to the space between Willow's breasts. "Slowly..." Another kiss to her stomach which makes Willow arch her back slightly. "And you tell me to stop… if you want me to stop..."
A soft moan sounds from Willow's lips as Michelle kisses the line between her hip and the top of her thigh.
"Okay?" Michelle asks, slightly raising her eyebrows, seeking permission.
Willow hums then pushes out a breathy "Yeah."
Michelle smirks softly then closes her eyes, wrapping her hands around the outside of Willow's thighs and pressing her lips to the inside.
Michelle can feel the heat from between Willow's legs on the side of her face and it is taking everything in her power not to bury herself in it immediately. She distracts herself by lapping her tongue over the skin beneath her lips softly, following it with a tender kiss, sighing as she feels Willow's delicate fingers lace through her curls.
"Already taste so good, pretty girl," Michelle whispers, slowly moving her head further down. She frowns as she feels a pressure on the side of her head, looking up at Willow through her eyelashes and smirking at the sight before her.
Willow's head is tilted forward, watching intently Michelle's every move. Her lips are parted, her brows are furrowed and her beautiful chest and stomach are rising and falling shakily.
Michelle's head continues to be pushed gently towards the valley between her legs so she lifts off and looks up properly at Willow. "Baby–"
"Just do it, Mich," Willow interrupts, her voice sounding deeper than Michelle had heard it before. It's laced with lust so addictive, Michelle fears the only way she would now move from this position is kicking and screaming like a spoilt child.
Without hesitation, Michelle parts her lips and dips her head. At first she just leaves open kisses over the wetness leaking from Willow's lips.
Even the scent filling her nose and the warm slick spreading over her skin are divine in their own right. The sounds ringing from Willow's direction make Michelle finally understand why sailors could never resist a siren's call. But when she drags her tongue over her lips for a taste… oh she is done for.
A soft growl vibrates through Michelle's throat — a sound she hadn't planned to make but it was the only kind her body deemed appropriate as her taste buds indulged in the remnants of Willow's desire. Digging her fingertips firmly into the flesh of Willow's thighs, she looks up with a hunger that she worries might be frightening. But when she is met with mirroring look of desperation, she knows she is exactly where she needs to be.
She dives in, dipping her tongue between Willow's lips and dragging slowly but firmly upwards.
Willow's hand flies to her mouth just in time for her to stifle a high pitched moan — one that occurs at the same time that Michelle hums from the utter bliss filling all of her senses.
Michelle repeats the same motion, savouring how the tip of her tongue feels catching on the opening of Willow's hole, then eventually meeting the pronounced bud at the top of her slit.
"Mich, holy–" Willow sighs, covering her mouth again as she moans obscenely loud. "Holy shit."
Michelle feels like a starving animal as she becomes more desperate with the movements of her lips and tongue. She spends what seems like a ridiculous amount of time licking over Willow's hole, lapping up all of the thick liquid that is consistently leaking out.
She shifts her hands down from Willow's thighs to her hips, gripping tightly and pulling her pelvis closer. She groans at not being able to breathe with how close she really wants to pull her, but nevertheless she settles with a closeness what will still keep air flowing to her lungs.
Michelle keeps chasing the deep guttural moans that erupt from Willow's lips as she is being devoured by her lover. Though muffled by her palm, they are still some of the prettiest sounds that had ever graced her ears.
Michelle soon moves back up towards Willow's clit, slowly lapping up and down with a loose tongue.
"Fucking hell, Mich, how–" a sigh– "how are you so good at this?"
With a smack of her lips, Michelle pulls away momentarily to answer. "I'm fucking starving, baby," she breathes. "Been needing this for so long."
She's merely following an instinct, re-enacting a recurring daydream that has been taunting her for far too long, carrying out a response to finally receiving something that has always been just that little too far out of reach.
Willow lets out something between a moan and a laugh and watches as Michelle dives back in. She runs her hands up over her own body and plays with her nipples. She hums and licks her lips at the contact, closing her eyes as she sinks into it.
When Michelle catches sight of this, she frowns and lifts one hand up towards Willow's chest, gently shoving one of her hands aside and taking it's place. She instinctively matches the pace and circular motions of Willow's thumb on the other side, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'think you could get away with that?'
Willow whimpers and smiles weakly down at the dark eyes staring back at her.
The eye contact doesn't last long as Willow tilts her head into the pillow and arches her back, strained sounds escaping her nose as she tries to hold back screams.
Michelle can't help but let her lips curve up into a giddy smile. She feels so powerful being able to do this. She loves that it is her mouth and her tongue and her desire that's making this angelic creature come undone beneath her.
Michelle soon feels Willow's thighs begin to tremble on either side of her head and along with that she falls silent. Even the sound of her breathing is gone. She's close.
Keeping up her pace exactly, Michelle hums against Willow's clit, knowing the vibrations that will be travelling through Willow's body will send her over the edge. She digs her fingers deeper into Willow's hips with one hand and massages her breast with the other while still circling her thumb over the nipple. She squeezes her eyes shut, bracing her own body for the rush of what Willow's release will do to her.
A soft high pitched sound escapes from Willow's parted lips before she lets out an uninhibited moan. Michelle's face becomes doubly soaked and she can feel a warm trickle of thick liquid slowly trail down her chin towards her neck as Willow pants into her forearm.
Michelle slowly licks over Willow's hole, humming in satisfaction and complete bliss. She wants to scream herself, the pleasure that shoots through her entire body makes it seem like she may come untouched. She meticulously collects as much as she can gather on her tongue before Willow is eventually pulling her hips away from her out of overstimulation.
As Willow catches her breath, she covers her face and starts laughing softly. "Fuck," she breathes. "Do you think they heard me?"
Michelle laughs bashfully too as she lifts her head further. She begins crawling up Willow's body, pressing kisses to her stomach, chest and neck. "Who the fuck cares?" Michelle smiles wide before smashing her lips to Willow's, the excitement coursing between them only making it possible to give short, intermittent kisses between giggles.
Willow grunts before pushing Michelle away lightly. "I care," she says, still with a grin stretched across her swollen lips, moulding her flushed cheeks into perfect curves on either side of her face. "How could I possibly face your parents after that?"
"Just come in through the basement door from now on," Michelle says before planting another quick kiss to Willow's lips.
"Like I'm your dirty little secret?" Willow teases, smiling into the next kiss.
"I would parade you around to the entire town if you'd let me, and you know that," Michelle whispers before another kiss.
Willow's chest pulses again with another giggle and if this moment was the end of the world, Michelle would be more than content with this being the last thing she ever knows.