Chapter 14
Joan leaned over and put her hand on Vera's bare leg. She squeezed slightly and then stroked, stopping at where the towel reached her naked flesh. Joan couldn't help but smile when she noticed Vera's small legs dangled over the side of the bed, not touching the floor. Joan moved her hand to the other leg and did the same, this time tracing her finger to write Vera's name in cursive. Joan had no idea how to follow through to the next step. Any other time she had been intimate it had been desperate and fast. It was simply to relieve tension, but this required delicacy. She wanted to feel Vera, to experience her and hear every nuance in her breathing, in her movements.
Just when she was about to ask Vera what she wanted, Vera moved sideways and leaned against Joan's shoulder.
Vera cleared her throat in a cough, "Could we try that kiss again?"
Joan leaned in, her fingers curling around the back of Vera's neck, the small, soft hairs tickling at her. She brought Vera close to her and kissed the side of her face, the corners of her mouth. She felt the corner of Vera's lip rise and she pulled back.
"What is it?"
Vera let out a sigh, "could you use your tongue?" She blushed deeply. "I...I like it. It's nice. It's soft. Please?"
Joan put her thumb to the corner of Vera's mouth and slightly forced her lips apart. She brought her mouth to Vera's and pressed softly up against her. Vera pressed back. This kiss, unlike the others, was extremely slow. Joan would break the kiss to kiss Vera's eyes, the tip of her nose, her neck. Vera's eyes stayed closed, her muscles soft and relaxed. Finally, Joan felt like it was the time to explore Vera. To be inside her in total comfort. Vera's lips parted and allowed Joan to slip her tongue against hers. The softness of each others mouths were welcome caresses.
Vera brought her hands up to cup Joan's face and groaned as Joan brought one hand forward and tickled the skin between her collarbone. This time she broke the kiss and began to run her tongue up Joan's neck, she let her hands bury deep within Joan's thick hair.
Vera moved closer, and closer still until Joan backed up and in a tight, hot voice asked, "would you climb on me?"
She had to hike her towel up, but she gladly moved swiftly. She straddled herself on top of Joan and resumed mouthing her long, tight neck. Having her small weight on top of Joan made her feel powerful. She could look at Joan eye-to-eye and felt herself smile proudly. How had they come to this position, it did not matter, but Vera enjoyed it very much because Joan's mouth suddenly became more desperate and heated. Her hands reached around and dug into Vera's back, and then down to her hips. The towel was bunching. It began to bother Vera as it impeded Joan's hands from touching her. In an instant of insanity she pulled back from Joan's grasping, hungry hands and pressed a finger against her sweet lips.
"Wait," she asked.
Vera reached down, took a deep breath and removed her towel, throwing it to the floor.
"Good, lord" Joan breathed, taking it all in.