As the movie progressed, Joanna recalled the timing of everything in the relationship of the two female characters. She knew the scene that was about to come up and felt her body tense in response. Macon must have felt the reaction, because once the sex scene started to unfold, she tensed as well. Her hand slid out from under Joanna’s and lowered to Joanna’s jeans. Macon unbuttoned them as the scene intensified, and once both women were nude, Macon’s hand slid inside, cupping her. Joanna had been silent already, but if she’d been speaking, that move would have driven her to silence. Macon slid her leg between Joanna’s. One finger dipped inside to slide through her slick folds and gently glide along her clit. Joanna’s tension didn’t diminish as Macon’s mouth met her shoulder and sucked.
“Make,” she whispered.
“Revenge for the marks you left on me and that got me teased tonight.” She returned to sucking Joanna’s flesh while her finger slowly moved up and down. “Keep your eyes on the screen. Keep them open,” she whispered into her ear and then nibbled on the lobe.
Joanna refocused on the two women who were now engaged in a similar situation she found herself in, as Macon’s one finger turned into two. She forced her eyes to remain open and tried to keep them focused on what was happening on screen, but Macon’s teeth were on the collar of her shirt, and they were tugging it down. Joanna moved her own hand to it and held the collar of the shirt down for Macon so that she could continue to lick and suck at her skin. She held it in place with her fingers, pulling it down as far as she could, and used her palm to grasp her own breast and squeeze it. Macon continued to slowly work inside her jeans and underwear.
“Make, faster,” Joanna begged as she twisted her own nipple.
“Are you watching the movie?”
“Yes.”
“Did it turn you on the last time we watched it together?” Macon moved her fingers lower.
“Yes.”
Macon dipped her fingers inside. Joanna gasped as she applied more pressure to her nipple.
“Lift your shirt up. I want to see what you’re doing,” Macon ordered in between ever-quickening breaths. Joanna rushed to the hem of her t-shirt. Macon had to lift her arm slightly to allow the shirt to be pulled up over Joanna’s breasts. “Put your hand under your bra. Lift it up,” she commanded.
Joanna knew she’d just soaked Macon’s hand as her girlfriend’s fingers dipped further inside. Joanna lifted the cup of her bra and heard Macon nearly growl when she took her own nipple between her finger and thumb to tweak it. Macon’s fingers moved further inside Joanna as her reward. They were still side by side, so she tried to roll onto her back to allow Macon more access. Macon held her in place and lifted her head in order to watch both Joanna’s hand on her breast and her own fingers inside her girlfriend’s jeans.
“Make… God!” Joanna exclaimed as Macon’s fingers pulled out and moved back to her clit.
“She’s going down on her,” Macon said with her eyes moving to the screen again. “Do you want me to do that to you?”
“Yes,” Joanna replied as Macon’s fingers went to work on her clit, no longer teasing or slow.
“Will you come for me first?” she asked.
“Yes,” Joanna repeated, and Macon’s fingers moved faster and harder against her.
“Roll over.”
As she did, she lifted the other cup of her bra up, freeing both breasts. Macon’s hand continued to work against her and went back inside to offer a few well-timed thrusts to the moans of the actresses on the screen while Joanna’s hands toyed with her own breasts before one moved behind Macon’s neck and pulled her mouth to a nipple. Macon didn’t hesitate: she took it and sucked it immediately into her mouth. Joanna’s other hand went under Macon’s shirt to her perfect breast. She shoved the bra up and away so that she could hold onto it while Macon’s mouth, in combination with the fingers alternating between her clit and moving inside, made her come loudly. She was sure she’d squeezed Macon’s breast so hard, it likely hurt. But she couldn’t stop, because her hips lifted and fell, then lifted and fell again as her entire body trembled.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God,” she said when she was finally able to catch her breath.
“You are so sexy, Jo.” Macon leaned over her and kissed her for the first time since this had begun. “I can’t believe I get to touch you like this.” She restarted her hand movements and lifted enough to watch her wrist bend and flex with each touch. “God!” Her center was now over Joanna’s thigh, and she was lowering herself against it.
Joanna wasted no time undoing the button and the zipper on Macon’s jeans, shoving her hand inside Macon’s underwear and offering her palm to Macon as she ground down against it.
“Jesus!” Joanna exclaimed when Macon’s wetness coated her hand as the woman slid against it.
She heard what she assumed was one of the women coming on the screen, but she wasn’t about to look away from Macon, who was already about to come on Joanna’s hand while she was thrusting her own fingers inside Joanna, trying to bring her to climax again.
They came together, with Macon collapsing on top of her; their hands stilled in their positions because neither of them wanted to move. They remained that way, with both of their chests rising and falling and their clothing in disarray, while the women on the screen finished. Macon’s hand pulled out first. Joanna kept hers where it was until Macon began tugging down at Joanna’s jeans. Then, Macon was lifting herself up, and Joanna had no choice, but to pull her hand out. Quickly and without a word, Macon had moved to stand, slid Joanna’s jeans and underwear off, and knelt in front of her. Joanna stared into greedy green eyes as Macon moved to take her with her mouth. Then, she saw the black from the inside of her eyelids, followed by the blinding white of yet another intense orgasm.
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Greene couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t sure how many orgasms she’d had since arriving the day before nor did she know exactly how many she’d supplied, but after the last one she’d given Joanna on her knees and the two right before, she knew she still wanted more of her. She couldn’t get enough of Joanna. All the time away from one another still had to be made up for. She wasn’t sure she’d ever fully feel like they’d made up for it. She’d keep trying though. Before she could stand, after Joanna released the back of her head from her tight grip, Joanna had slid down to the floor with her.
Greene knew they weren’t done yet. She loved that her own insatiable nature seemed to be right in line with Joanna’s need for her. Joanna straddled her hips as she joined her on the floor. She reached to the table behind Greene and pushed at it to have more space to work. Then, she met Greene’s lips with her own. Greene knew that Joanna could taste herself and that it was driving her on. She could feel Joanna’s begging hips crave more as she rocked into her stomach. Jo was still so wet, Greene wanted to slide easily back inside her and fuck her hard over and over.
They’d made love many times already. Each time they touched each other, they’d always been making love, because they loved each other. But they hadn’t actually fucked one another until just a few moments ago, when Macon had needed to claim her in that way. Now, she needed to claim her again. She knew Jo wanted to touch her, but she wanted her too much and couldn’t wait. She shoved her fingers inside Joanna and felt her mouth stop their kiss as her entire body tensed. It took only an instant before she started moving up and down, allowing Macon’s fingers to thrust while Macon held onto her body with her free hand.
Her wrist was killing her. Her back was somewhat pressed to the table behind, but she didn’t care. Joanna’s breasts were bouncing in front of her eyes, and the expression on Joanna’s face told her she was taking her pleasure and loving it. Greene watched her and felt Joanna’s arms tighten around her neck as she began moving faster and faster against her. Just as Greene knew she was about to come, she gripped Joanna around the waist and practically flung her to the floor. She added a finger and used her hips to thrust hard and fast, watching th
e woman come undone beneath her.
“Sit up,” Joanna said before Greene had even been able to process that she’d come down all the way. “And stay.”
Greene sat up and straddled Joanna’s hips. Joanna moved her body down. Greene knew where she was going. Joanna’s face was beneath her, and then her mouth was covering her clit. Greene couldn’t help the twitch of her body that caused her to start rocking against the contact. She didn’t want to hurt her, but she couldn’t get her body to slow; she rocked her sex into Joanna’s face. Joanna held onto her hips and seemed to be encouraging her to continue. As Greene felt her orgasm begin to build, she fell forward, needing her arms to hold her up as she rocked while Joanna’s tongue slid inside. Macon’s movements caused the tongue to thrust deeper and pull out, and she came as Joanna’s fingernails clung to her hips tightly.
“Fuck,” she screamed, falling off Joanna.
Her body was unmoving. Joanna’s wasn’t moving either until a few moments later when she’d, apparently, caught her breath, rolled over, and slid on top of Greene; her breasts pressing deliciously into Greene’s back.
“Yeah, I think that’s what we just did.” Joanna leaned back and kissed between her shoulder blades.
Greene laughed and tried to reach for something on Joanna she could touch, but her arms were like jelly.
“I have been completely fucked. I can’t believe you just did that to me.”
“What?” Joanna leaned back down and pressed into her.
Greene could feel that Joanna was still wet, because her sex was pressing into her ass.
“Are you still turned on?” Greene asked, turning her head slightly, as if that would allow her to see for herself.
“I have been since the moment you walked through that door. What did you mean, though?” Joanna asked against her ear.
“Do you want to go again? I think I need a minute.”
“No. Well, yes, but not right now. I do want you to answer the question, though.”
“I sat on your face, Jo.”
“Yes, I know. I was there.” Jo pressed her palms into the spaces of her shoulder blades that still held the tension from the tour.
“That feels good,” she said.
“Did I do it wrong or something? Not this part; the other part.”
“What? No.” Greene wanted to move now. She wanted to see Joanna’s face to make sure she understood, but Joanna just went on with her massage. “Jo, that was the best orgasm I’ve had in my entire life. Every single one with you has been amazing, but that one was the best, and I’m including the times I touched myself.” She felt the blush creep onto her cheeks and was happy she’d been prevented from rolling over because of it.
“Really?”
“Yes, beautiful. And I love that you’re giving me a back massage and that you’re doing it naked; I can feel how wet you still are. But can we move this to the bedroom and turn off the damn movie? I still have a few days of vacation before I need to get back to work. I plan on spending every minute with you.”
“Well, one of us isn’t on vacation and has a shoot tomorrow afternoon, Saturday morning, and Sunday most of the day.” Joanna moved to sit beside her.
Greene rolled over onto her back and placed a hand on Joanna’s thigh. The woman had lost her shirt and bra sometime during their activities, and Greene had no recollection of when that had happened. Joanna was completely nude, sitting up next to her.
“Do you need an assistant?”
“You want to come to work with me?” Joanna laughed lightly.
“I have before.”
“If you’d like to lug around camera equipment this weekend just to be with me, I am happy to have you.”
“There’s no one I’d rather lug camera equipment around for.”
Joanna stood. Greene stared up at the goddess of a woman above her. Her long blonde hair was mussed and yet, still perfect. Her body was free of clothing. She was long and lean. Greene could now see how turned on the woman still was, and she lifted her body up to hold onto the back of Joanna’s legs.
“What are you doing?” Joanna laughed as she placed her hands on Greene’s shoulders.
“Kissing you,” Greene answered and kissed the inside of Joanna’s left thigh.
“Oh, yeah? That’s all?” Joanna ran her hands through Greene’s already messy hair.
“That’s all. Why? Did you want something else?” She teased a finger through wet curls and moved her lips to the other thigh.
“I thought we were going to the bedroom.”
“You can stop me, you know?” Her lips hovered above Joanna’s pubic bone. “You can tell me to stop, or you can push me away.” She lowered her lips and pressed into Joanna, smelling her arousal, and finding herself turned on yet again but still not completely recovered from her last orgasm.
“I might pass out if you do that again.”
“Sorry, I can’t resist.” She moved her lips down and kissed the spot over and over until she could feel Joanna’s hands grip her shoulders harder. “One last chance.”
She kissed Joanna there again, only slightly lower. Joanna’s answer came with a hand on the back of Greene’s hand as she pressed Greene’s mouth into herself. Her leg lifted. Greene moved it to her shoulder before she took Joanna with her mouth again.
CHAPTER 24
Joanna laughed as Macon knelt down in front of the newborn baby girl in the basket, with a blanket wrapped around her entire tiny body. Macon tried to get her to smile by poking her tiny nose and smiling down at her.
“I’m bad at this.” Macon turned to Joanna with the most adorable expression on her face. “You should fire me.”
“I would, if I was paying you.” Joanna moved toward them. “She’s just sleepy. Babies are kind of known for sleeping all day, you know?”
“I do know, yes,” Macon answered.
“I’ll just get some shots of her sleeping. We’ll do the smiling ones later.” She turned to the mother, who had shown up for the shoot alone because her husband was out of town for work.
“She’s sleeping all the time, which is amazing. It means I get to sleep,” the mom joined in. “She’s not very fussy at all. That’s a miracle, if you ask me. Our son was never this calm.”
“Smile!” Macon stood and pointed at the baby. “She’s smiling. Go!” She gave Joanna a slight push.
Joanna burst into laughter and took a few steps back to start taking pictures of a now smiling infant. It was a good thing she did, because the smile didn’t last long. Before she knew it, the baby’s blue eyes were closed again.
“Your job is hard,” Macon told her as they played at 7Ups after wrapping the shoot and dropping the equipment off at Joanna’s apartment.
“Says the concert violinist.” Joanna aimed the squirt gun at the clown’s mouth, trying to beat Macon in the side by side matchup.
“I don’t work with infants,” Macon replied and then grunted as Joanna won.
“Two hundred points to me, and one hundred to you, dear,” she taunted.
“Joke’s on you, because that’s just three hundred for us both, beautiful.” Macon leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Hey, ladies,” Emma greeted from behind. “We’re here. And Hill is right behind us; she ran into the bathroom.”
“Hey.” Macon stood.
Keira approached with a glass of wine for Emma and one for herself, and asked, “Did you guys get drinks?”
“No, not yet. We kind of just started playing.” Joanna stood. “But I’ll go grab them. Beer?” she checked with Macon.
Macon winked at her and smiled. Joanna smiled back and headed toward the bar, where she spotted Hillary just exiting the bathroom and joining her.
“Did they get me a drink?” she asked Joanna and stood next to her.
“I don’t think so. What do you want? I’ll grab it.”
“I’m here now.” Hillary glanced at the bartender, who approached. “Can I get sparkling water?”
“No alcohol t
onight?”
“I’m cutting back; have been since I started on this health kick thing a while ago. I allow myself wine here and there, and a gin and tonic once in a blue moon.”
“You’re really dedicated. That’s awesome, Hill.”
“Yeah… Better conversation is about you and Greene.”
“What?” Joanna asked, and as the bartender dropped off the sparkling water, she ordered two beers for her and Macon. “Not you, too.”
“I don’t need any details; I just want to know. And I assume I know already, because you’re here together. I just want to know that things are good.”
“Things are very good.” Joanna smiled. “I love her.”
“And she loves you.”
“She does.”
“And you two have…”
“Yes, we have; many, many times.”
Hillary took a sip and laughed after.
“Yeah? That good, huh? No more concerns about you freaking out then?”
“No, I’m more than happy.” Joanna glanced over at Macon, who was playing one of those claw games. The woman’s back was turned to Joanna, but she could sense Macon’s expression as she tried to win whatever prize she’d focused on. “I never thought I’d be brave enough to admit how I felt. I thought about her like this before she left, you know? I thought about her with other women, and how it made me feel. I never thought I’d be able to act on it. And now I’m here, and I’m happy. She makes me happy.”
“That’s awesome, Joanna.” Hillary smiled at her. “I can’t believe our little Macon Greene is finally settling down.” She watched as two beers were placed in front of Joanna.
They paid and headed back to their group.
“Look what I got.” Macon held up a small stuffed bear holding a heart.
“Cute.” Joanna handed Macon one of the beers.
“It, like my actual heart, belongs to you.” Macon handed the bear to Joanna, who smiled.
“I’ll take good care of it.” Joanna kissed the little white head.
“And it only cost like fifteen dollars to win,” Macon exaggerated and winked before taking a long drink of her beer and pulling Joanna into her by her belt loop. “Hey, Hill.”
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