Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy Productions/Joss Whedon. I'm just borrowing them.
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"Mrs Summers, sign here please," for a second Willow didn't realise that the hotel receptionist was talking to her. Then it struck her, for the last six hours she hadn't been a Rosenberg, but a Summers. Leaning over she signed the form that had been pushed in front of her.
"Mrs Summers," she repeated it under her breath. Then she looked at her wife and grinned, "Mrs Summers... I'll have to get used to that."
Joyce smiled as she held out her arm for Willow to slip her own through, "Well, as from now, you've got plenty of time to do so."
Willow slid her arm through the crook of Joyce's, pulling her best friends Mom, her wife she reminded herself, closer. Joyce snuggled her head onto Willow's shoulder and they followed the bellboy, struggling with their luggage to the suite.
"Aren't you glad we waited?" murmured Joyce.
"Yes," lied Willow. Given the choice, she'd have jumped Joyce on their first date, almost a year ago. But Joyce had insisted that they hold out, making Willow wait until they reached the wedding night. Willow wasn't sure how many dildos she gone through in that time, but it seemed one hell of a lot.
The bellboy opened the door to the room. Willow grinned as she saw the soft, four poster bed, its covers neatly laid. Beside it was a bottle of champagne in ice, compliments of the management. She lightly disengaged herself from Joyce and tipped the bellboy. He grinned and gave them a small bow, "Enjoy your stay."
He had barely closed the door behind him when Willow put her arms round Joyce and pulled the older woman towards her. Their mouths opened and Willow could feel the warm softness of Joyce's tongue touching her own. She moved her hands lower down the blonde's back, lightly massaging Joyce through the material of her dress. She couldn't feel any panties beneath it, the thought that her wife was going commando increased the intensity of her kissing and she pushed herself harder against the other woman. Joyce's hard nipples pressed against her, digging into the flesh beneath Willow's blouse.
"I better freshen up," Joyce's smile helped remove slight irritation that Willow felt as the Milf broke their kiss.
Joyce picked her suitcase and wheeled it into the bathroom. Willow could hear the door lock behind her. The eighteen-year-old redhead didn't waste any time in stripping off her own clothes, then pouring two glasses of champagne she sat herself on the bed, folding her legs beneath her.
It didn't take long for Joyce to freshen up. The door opened and Joyce stepped seductively into the room. Willow whistled in appreciation -- it did, after all, look like it was going to be worth the wait.
Whilst in the bathroom Joyce had touched up her lipstick and blusher, her ruby red lips were pursed seductively and the her skin shone with life. Her blonde hair was brushed and bounced with vigour as she moved, like waves against a beach. But it wasn't her head that entranced Willow, but the sexy lingerie she had put on.
The light blue silk shift clung tightly against her body, flowing over it with every movement. It slid down to the bottom of her chest, not quite touching her thighs, leaving her shaven slit on view. A pair of sexy stockings rode up her legs, a thin slip of elastic connecting them to the nightie.
"Like it," purred Joyce, "Buffy helped me choose it. She said it would drive you wild."
Willow licked her lips, before replying "Was she right...."
Joyce leant against the doorframe, she brought her hands up her side, rubbing at the material, letting it rustle against her skin. Her smile became even more seductive as Willow held out a glass of champagne for her to take.
Joyce stayed where she was for a moment. Her hand reached up to a bow at the top of the shift and she gently pulled it. Without the material holding it together the shift fell open down Joyce's cleavage. The blonde reached up again and pulled it apart so that her large tits dropped free. Only then did she walk over to Willow, take the glass and join her wife on the bed.
"Here's to married life," Willow lifted her drink and sipped a toast.
"It's bubbly," smiled Joyce as she raised the glass to her lips. Her thigh touched Willow and the redhead felt a jolt of excitement run through her. She reached down and gently moved a finger across Joyce's naked skin. There was a low moan from the older woman.
"That's nice," Joyce said quietly. She made a further sound as Willow finger went further up her thigh and slid down the side of it to rest just next to her cunt. Then to Willow's surprise and brief disappointment she took hold of the redhead's wrist and moved her hand back, "Not yet..." she breathed almost silently, "I want to do something to you first."
So saying she handed Willow the glass and took hold off her legs. Willow moved them apart in line with Joyce's gentle shoves, a little bit of champagne spilled from one of the glasses as Willow sat down on her ass with her legs spread apart.
"It looks so juicy," Joyce's voice was still so low that Willow had to strain to hear her, but the way Joyce had dropped to her stomach and was bending over Willow's twat meant that she didn't need words to know what her wife was intending.
"Fuck," gasped Willow as Joyce's tongue dabbed against her lips. She repeated the oath seconds later as Joyce hand came up and pried apart her labia. Then she said it for a third time as Joyce's tongue slid into her. The sensation of the blonde within her sent shudders through her body. Electrical impulses impossible to control made her open her hands and the two glasses dropped to the bed, the liquid within them staining the covers. Willow didn't care.
All she cared about was where Joyce's tongue went next. The Milf was slowly moving it around within Willow, each movement sending orgasmic shivers through the redhead. They got deeper as Joyce ran her tongue over Will's bud.
"That's it" gasped Willow, "that's the spot."
