Joanna pulled her back down and kissed her while her free hand went to Macon’s hip and moved it back and forth, indicating that she wanted the woman to slide that wetness over her skin. Macon did. As her own thigh pressed into Joanna’s center, she rubbed herself against Joanna’s thigh. Macon grunted once, and then again, before she began to speed up. Joanna felt like she could come at any minute, and she hadn’t even really been touched yet.
Then, it happened: Macon’s fingers slid between their bodies. She wasted no time; her fingers moved into Joanna’s wetness. Macon seemed directionless at first, but she was only coating her fingers, because then two of them slid inside her. Joanna moaned at the feeling of being filled by Macon, and then moaned again, because Macon’s hips were pushing her thigh against her own clit while Macon’s fingers seemed to be dancing inside her body, moving in and out with each roll. Joanna was holding onto Macon’s back; her fingernails were practically digging into the woman’s skin because she was so overwhelmed by all the emotions and sensations of this moment. She couldn’t believe this was happening: that a woman was touching her intimately. But that thought lasted only a moment, because it wasn’t just a woman. It was Macon; the woman she loved. Joanna loved her. She’d possibly been in love with her since they’d met and hadn’t realized it. Now, they were finally together. Macon was moving down her body while still pushing deep inside her.
Macon kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples before using her tongue to flick each of them in turn. Joanna watched her watch them as they hardened, and Macon captured each one again before kissing Joanna’s stomach and running her tongue around Joanna’s belly button. Macon kissed just below it and then lower still. Joanna knew where she was going. She’d never done this before. Macon’s tongue slid between her folds. Joanna’s hips lifted up and then lowered back down as Macon repeated the motion.
Macon’s eyes were open. They were on Joanna as she licked her up and down before she sucked Joanna’s hard clit into her mouth.
Joanna let out a whimper and decided not to be embarrassed by that. She practically yelled as Macon twisted her right nipple at the same time she thrust inside her and sucked hard. Macon moaned, too. The vibrations caused Joanna to crest; she was there. She was right there, ready to tumble over the edge. But she didn’t want this to end yet. It hadn’t been long enough. She couldn’t focus on each sensation because they were all happening at once. Macon was taking her in every way she could. She was giving Joanna what she’d never had. Macon was claiming her at the same time. She was saying Joanna was hers: her body, her heart, and her soul. Joanna screamed Macon’s name as she came. Macon only slowed when Joanna’s hand met the back of her head and coaxed her up. She continued further, though, as if not wanting to stop, until Joanna’s trembling ceased. She removed her fingers and lifted herself up to hover over Joanna.
“Okay?” she asked softly.
“Okay?” Joanna wanted to laugh because she’d never been more okay in her life. “Are you kidding me?”
“Jo?” Macon kissed her, and Joanna tasted herself on her lips.
“Yes?”
“I love you,” Macon whispered just above her lips, and Joanna saw the reverent look in the woman’s eyes return.
“I love you, too.” Joanna smiled up at Macon and couldn’t believe she’d finally said it. “And that was way more than okay,” she added. “Macon, that was…”
“What?” Macon asked and kissed her neck.
“Perfect,” she replied, and Macon looked back up at her.
“Perfect?”
“Perfect, babe. God, I can’t believe we just did that.” She ran her hands up and down Macon’s back.
“Me neither. I’ve wanted to do that forever.” She climbed off Joanna and moved to her side, running her fingertips over Joanna’s hot skin. She then met Joanna’s eyes. “Are you okay?” Her expression showed concern.
Joanna didn’t answer. She rolled onto her side and then climbed on top of Macon, straddling her hips. Macon gripped Joanna’s hips instantly, holding her reassuringly in place. Joanna had dreamed of this many, many times over the course of Macon’s tour. She’d thought about how she’d touch Macon, and in what order she’d do things. She recalled the sounds Macon had emitted over the phone and used that memory to drive her fantasy forward. She’d pictured it a hundred ways and had never been able to narrow down what she’d do in reality. Now, Macon was beneath her. Her chest was heaving either from what she’d just done to Joanna, or from the realization of what Joanna was about to do to her. Joanna’s brain was racing. Her hands were still on Macon’s stomach, and she wanted to move them. She wanted to touch Macon everywhere, but she didn’t know what to do first.
“I–” she stuttered.
“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t–”
“Stop,” Joanna ordered gently. “It’s not that.”
“Okay. What’s wrong?” Macon asked and ran her hands up and down Joanna’s sides.
“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Make, I love you,” Joanna said and laughed softly. “I’m so in love with you.” She watched as Macon’s smile extended to her eyes. “I’ve thought about this so much: this moment, and how I wanted to touch you. Each time, it was good for you, you know? I just don’t know about now. I don’t know if I’ll be able to–”
“Oh, Jo,” Macon whispered. “I just showed up, and things started, but we can slow them down.”
“I want slow,” Joanna replied and nodded.
“Okay. Just come down here then and let me hold you.” She placed her hands on Joanna’s back, coaxing her to lie down.
“No, that’s not what I meant, Make,” she corrected and leaned down to whisper into Macon’s lips, “I meant I want slow.” She pressed her lips to the corner of Macon’s lips and rolled her hips into Macon. “Slow, Macon,” she repeated and kissed the other side. “I don’t want to forget any part of this.” She lifted to check Macon’s expression, which was clearly surprised. “And I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to be scared off. I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and want to run. You’re it, Macon. You’re it,” she repeated and began a slow, deliberate kiss.
Joanna’s hips wanted more; they craved it. They wanted to move down. Her hands did, too. They wanted to move between Macon’s legs, but they didn’t. Joanna used all her will power to hold them steady on either side of Macon’s head while she continued their easy kiss. Her tongue danced with Macon’s, and Macon’s hands were on the move. They rubbed Joanna’s back up and down before moving to her sides and repeating the movement. Macon slid them up Joanna’s abdomen and grasped her breasts, causing the woman to gasp, but Joanna still remained focused on keeping things at her pace, despite Macon’s best efforts to hasten her movements.
She could never be finished exploring this woman’s mouth. She wondered if they were, perhaps, made to kiss one another, because that was what it felt like to Joanna. She’d never had a single kiss come close to matching any of the ones she’d shared with Macon. She moved her lips to Macon’s jawline and placed soft kisses along it.
Macon’s hands were becoming more insistent against Joanna’s breasts, and her hips were beginning to move up. Joanna moved her lips to Macon’s throat, continuing gentle kisses as she lifted her body up and away from Macon’s hips. Just as Macon let out a moan of protest, Joanna sucked her pulse point, and that moan turned to one of pleasure. Macon’s hands stopped squeezing, and her fingers started working on Joanna’s nipples instead.
Joanna felt the now all too familiar pulse between her legs begin to pulse faster. She considered telling Macon to stop touching her so that she could continue on with her full focus. But she didn’t want to give into her, knowing Macon was trying to distract her. She sucked on Macon’s pulse point harder. She knew she’d leave a mark, but that only made her happier. She wanted to mark this woman. She wanted Macon and the rest of the world to know that Macon was hers. They belonged to each other now. She lowered her lips to Macon’s collarbone and placed another ma
rk there.
Macon let go of Joanna’s nipples and moved her hands to Joanna’s ass, pressing her back down into her own hips. Joanna rubbed her center over Macon’s abdomen. Her wetness spread across the skin there. Macon attempted to spread her legs, but Joanna held her there with her thighs as she continued to move her lips and tongue over Macon’s neck. When she could wait no longer, she lowered her mouth to Macon’s breast, taking one hand to the other breast while she flicked a hardened nipple with her tongue.
“Yes.” Macon’s hips rose and fell once, and then again.
Joanna smirked into the nipple as she flicked it again, harder this time. Her hand squeezed the other breast before she sucked the nipple into her mouth, and then she knew that this was what she wanted for the rest of her life. She was making love to a beautiful woman. It was the most she’d ever felt; it was all at once. It was what she wanted forever. She moved to the other breast and tried to spend the same amount of time on that one, but her own body craved contact. She felt Macon’s responses growing feverish. Her gasps and moans were louder. Her hips were rising insistently. Macon needed contact, and Joanna needed to be touching her.
She lowered her lips to Macon’s abdomen and placed both hands on Macon’s breasts, continuing to squeeze them while alternating gentle and hard pressure to keep Macon off balance. When her lips moved to Macon’s hips, that was the moment she knew what she wanted to do first. She kissed and sucked both of those beautiful hip bones before moving lower, to the woman’s thighs. Macon gasped once, her head shot up, and Joanna knew she was about to tell her that she didn’t have to do that if she wasn’t ready. But Joanna kissed the inside of her thigh and then licked up and around, moving just above the top of Macon’s curls to the other thigh, where she licked down. Macon’s head shot back down. She didn’t say anything after all.
Joanna could smell her arousal. She could almost taste Macon; and she wanted to. She hadn’t been sure how she’d feel when she got to this point, but she knew now. She opened Macon’s legs by placing both of her hands on the inside of the woman’s thighs, used her fingers to spread Macon, and moved her mouth to Macon’s center. Macon gasped first, and then moaned deeply as Joanna’s tongue slid between her folds and moved up and back down.
“Oh, my God,” Joanna whispered to herself more than to Macon.
She repeated the action. Her thumbs opened Macon to her even more before her hands went to Macon’s breasts. She grasped them tightly, because she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her lips engulfed a hard, swollen clit, and she sucked. She found that this action – even more so than any others – turned her on like crazy. While her hips were almost at the edge of the bed due to their position, Joanna found herself trying to hold back grinding them into the comforter that was bunched there. She halted her sucking to lick around Macon’s clit and taste more of her.
She lowered her mouth to Macon’s entrance, and slid her tongue hesitantly inside. Macon’s hand went to the back of Joanna’s head to encourage her further. Joanna dove deeper once, twice, and then three times before she used her tongue to slide herself back up and suck on Macon’s clit even harder than before. Macon’s hips lifted. Joanna moved one of her arms instinctively over the woman’s hips to hold her in place. She had no idea where she’d learned that move, but it worked: Macon remained still, squirming beneath Joanna as her sounds grew louder. Then, they became non-existent. Macon came with small whimpers. Her hand in Joanna’s hair relaxed. Joanna slowed her actions until the hand fell away entirely. She looked up and saw that Macon’s eyes were still closed. She noticed something glistening on her cheeks. She lifted herself up and moved to hover above her, recognizing tears. She kissed each of Macon’s cheek first, and then, her still closed eyelids.
“Macon?”
Macon didn’t respond, but her eyes opened. They were bright, yet still filled with desire. She smiled wide when she realized Joanna was above her again. Joanna slid her thigh between Macon’s and moved her hand between them. Macon’s smile shifted into an O-shape when Joanna’s hand lowered and entered her.
Joanna’s fingers stilled at first. She’d already had so many firsts today, but this was somehow different and even more intimate than what she’d just done; she was inside another person. They were, in fact, one at this moment, and had been earlier, when Macon had been inside her. She knew then that she’d never felt whole before today.
Joanna moved her hips, pressing her thigh and her fingers into Macon’s body. Her breathing picked up as she moved slightly faster, and then faster still. Macon’s hands were on her back, pushing Joanna further into herself. She used her thigh to apply more pressure, moving even deeper. Macon’s sounds got louder again as Joanna tried something Macon had done to her earlier: she curled her fingers in time with a thrust. Macon seemed to come undone beneath her. Joanna did it again, and again, and Macon came hard into her hand. She could feel Macon’s muscles clench around her fingers. She could only smile and look down at her own hand. There was almost a sense of derealization, that she wasn’t the one actually doing this; but Joanna knew that wasn’t the case. As Macon began to come, her own center pressed into Macon’s warm and muscled thigh. She came as she rocked herself into Macon.
Only when they both came down entirely did she remove her fingers, choosing to slide them up through Macon’s wetness before she moved her hand back beside Macon’s head, along with her other hand to hold herself above her. Macon was still breathing hard, as was Joanna. They both stared for long moments before Macon’s smile returned and caused one in Joanna as well.
“I love you,” Macon whispered against Joanna’s lips and kissed them gently.
“I love you,” Joanna replied and lowered herself on top of Macon, needing the woman’s arms around her; and Macon knew that, so she provided.
They remained in that position until Joanna felt the breathing beneath her slow and then completely even out, and she knew Macon was asleep. She waited until she could be certain that Macon was out and not likely to wake up if she moved; then, she slowly, very slowly extricated herself to lie beside her. Macon stirred, but only slightly, and then she rolled onto her side. Her arm went lazily over Joanna’s waist, and she pulled Joanna into herself.
Joanna wasn’t tired. She’d slept the night before, unlike her exhausted girlfriend. She just rubbed Macon’s back while she slept, revelling in how good it felt to have these moments with the one person she was supposed to be having them with all along.
CHAPTER 22
Greene was in that special space that only existed when someone was between sleep and wakefulness. She was smiling, she could tell that; maybe not on the outside, but definitely on the inside. She knew that her body was completely relaxed. Actually, her entire being was relaxed. That was a first. She recognized that she should be awake, though, because there was something happening. She wanted to be fully present for it. Her eyes remained closed as she tried to understand what it was that was happening. They opened instantly when she realized that someone’s fingers were between her legs, sliding up and down. She glanced over to see Joanna watching her own fingers in action, before realizing Greene was awake and turning her eyes to hers.
It was as if Joanna had wanted her to wake up before she entered her, because the moment she realized Greene was up, her fingers slid down and inside her. Greene’s hips lifted to allow her better access. Joanna slid on top of her, placing that thigh back where it was the last time they’d done this. Greene loved that she was being possessed entirely by this woman. She kept her eyes open this time as Joanna laid her head against her shoulder and thrust inside her, moving harder and faster each time.
Greene’s hands went to Joanna’s lower back before sliding them up and into her hair, loving the feel of it as it fell over her skin. Joanna breathed heavily into her ear and kissed her neck while she worked her thigh against Greene’s center to try to create the friction Greene so clearly needed. Once she’d achieved just that, Greene felt the orgasm overtake her from the i
nside first, before it felt as if it was attacking her outside in the best way possible. She came hard. Before Joanna could even begin to slow down, Greene had flipped them and hovered over her. Joanna’s fingers were still buried inside her, but they were still. Greene rocked against Joanna, encouraging her to continue. Joanna lifted an eyebrow and gave her a knowing grin as Greene’s hips rolled and her center rubbed against Joanna’s abdomen.
Joanna’s head went back at the feel of it while her free hand held onto Greene’s waist; she invited Greene to take whatever she wanted from her fingers buried inside. Greene moved her hand to cover Joanna’s and pressed the woman’s palm into her own center, showing her what she needed. Joanna lifted herself up, held onto Greene’s hip as she did, and pressed her palm into Greene’s sex while her mouth took her breast and she sucked on a nipple.
“God! Yes, Jo!”
Greene gripped the back of Joanna’s head with both hands as she rocked, needing another orgasm before she could feel sated. Joanna’s teeth nibbled at her nipple, and her fingers curled inside. That, in combination with the palm against her already throbbing and sensitive clit, was enough to carry her over again. When she came, Joanna slowed but didn’t stop her sucking. She seemed to be enjoying Greene’s breasts. Greene had no problem with that. She just coaxed Joanna on further by playing with her hair as the woman moved from one nipple to the other to deliver the same focused treatment.
“I love your breasts,” Joanna acknowledged between breaths and sucks.
Her free hand moved from Greene’s hip to the other breast. She didn’t squeeze; she just held it. She ran her thumb gently along Greene’s nipple. Greene felt the tingle all the way down to her center. She lowered her body down, and Joanna laid back, allowing Greene to lie on top of her.
“Jo, that was…” She didn’t have a word. Amazing didn’t sound right; it sounded cliché, almost. Remarkable wasn’t right either. “You know what? Fuck it. That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had; not romantic, but true,” she said when she caught the shocked expression on Joanna’s face.
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