Chapter 15
Joan leaned back slightly and gazed at the creature perched upon her. This being that straddled her was not the same doe-eyed woman that had timidly looked up her earlier this evening. No, now there was someone with fire in her belly. Vera's breath came out in small pants as they stared each other down, and when Vera leaned in to kiss her, Joan let her head tip back submissively; offering herself up for the slaughter, and the she-wolf atop her went in for the kill.
Vera started in right in the hollow of Joan's neck, and worked up, stopping to move Joan's stray hairs out of her path. Joan's eyes closed as her mouth parted, a sigh escaping. Involuntarily her legs begin to part; she felt so warm. She couldn't help but fall back on her elbows, and Vera let out a small noise but kept at her, nibbling at her ear, licking along the helix, her breath hot in Joan's ear. She had to keep sweeping her tongue over her lips, the open-mouthed panting was making her mouth so dry. She wished desperately to fill it with Vera's small, clever tongue, but she enjoyed letting Vera have her way more.
While she had her eyes closed and was focusing solely on Vera's touch, she felt a finger reach down between her cleavage and tug slightly at her towel, still tied fiercely tight to her chest. Joan opened her eyes to looked down and chewed the inside of her cheek.
"Take it off," she finally exhaled.
Vera carefully worked the towel open, the slowly peeled it off Joan's body. Her breath quickened as Vera reached forward and with open palms, ran her hands from Joan's shoulders down to the very top of her nipples where she stopped dead. Joan's pupils dilated as she witnessed Vera bite her lower lip and admired the flesh before her. She waited in anticipation for Vera to lean forward and handle her breasts, or take one within her sweet petal lips but Vera only stared. Without permission, she felt herself blush. She could feel Vera wiggle around on her subtly and felt a dampness on her skin. The blush deepened. What was so fascinating about this body?
Finally, she could wait no more and she shot upwards and took Vera in her hands. She spun her around and switched the power dynamic. Now the small woman was beneath her, and Joan groaned as Vera's hips arched under her, a mewl escaping from somewhere behind her soft lips.
Vera's hair was spread out on the duvet, and she looked like a piece of art. Joan did not waste time using her fingers like paint brushes, leaving hot strokes over her, delighting in the goose flesh her light touches left. She stopped at Vera's small heaving breasts and very gently, with the tips of her fingers, ran her touch over them. Vera squirmed under her with a moan, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Oh, Joan," she breathed.
Joan smiled in self-satisfaction and leant down, aiming directly for the rosy pink targets that arched for the caress of her tongue.