Chapter 18
Joan found she had to stretch her fingers as if she were spanning an octave to keep Vera's trembling upper thighs still enough for her liking. It seemed that no one had ever bothered to let Vera know that using energy to hold down a squirming, arching pelvis took away from the attention that could be focused elsewhere. Still, there was a small swell of pride that was building slowly in the pit of her stomach that she was creating this reaction. She didn't think to ask, but it was very possible that this was the first time in Vera's short sexual history, that this act had ever been performed upon her. The slower and more deliberate Joan's motions became, the more apparent it was that this must at least be the first time that this act had been done on Vera and done with the intent on making it a total act of giving. Joan knew that this meant that she would need to prove to Vera that this act was both sensual and deeply erotic. She wanted this act, and her need to bring Vera pleasure to be the reason that could easily cause Vera's mind to wander off in a daydream in the middle of the afternoon.
It did not have to be a mean's to an end, and there was absolutely no rush to conclude this act with anything more than a general feeling of warmth and being greatly desired. There was an ingrained need though, just like in most sexual beings, to *want* the act to end in a mind-shattering orgasm, but Joan knew, just like she knew in every facet of her need to control a situation, that control sometimes meant stepping back a bit and letting things happen without pushing. At times, withdrawing control could bring about a reaction unexpected, but nevertheless glorious.
Joan reached up after trying to learn every new spot under her tongue and intertwined her fingers with Vera's.
"Squeeze when you find you're enjoying something a bit more than the rest. I know it's a bit," she paused, "difficult to verbalize what one enjoys. I only want to spend time giving you what you want."
Joan wanted to become an expert in Vera's pleasure, but as this was only their first time together in an intimate encounter, she would instead spend every second learning quickly and urgently what each touch did to Vera's small frame.
Vera's fingers worked their way in and out of Joan's dark tresses and it sent shivers down her spine as she lazily worked her tongue over Vera's soft center. At times Joan would look up to see Vera's eyes closed and her mouth parting, her tongue licking over her lips and soundlessly mouthing "God" over and over again. Joan would find herself grinning slightly against Vera and continued on. It did not take long while listening to Vera's breathing and the death squeeze that would sometimes come involuntarily from Vera's fingers to create an intricate pattern that required her to hold Vera down steadily with her one free hand. She knew Vera was close. She found herself slightly surprised how quickly Vera went from slightly squirming to fully losing control to her body's desires. She did not expect Vera to react so easily to her, and arrogant in her proficiency or not, it had been a very long time since she had laid her head between the thighs of another woman. Perhaps there was a magic between them and she could read what Vera wanted, but then again it was likely just her attention to detail that was paying off. It was this attention to detail, and sense that she knew exactly what Vera wanted that caused Joan to stop right while Vera's hand crushed hers in a tight and prolonged grip to crawl up beside Vera, whose fluttered eyes open to meet hers, and while Joan stared intensely, plunged a single finger within Vera's wet and inviting center. She held the gaze, occasionally leaning in to kiss Vera's heaving and desperate lips, while she pumped her fingers in and out, in and out until finally, with a small whimper and head tilt, Vera bucked hard against her hand and held her breath with a somewhat unwilling pained expression, her brow furrowing ever so slightly. Joan found she also held her breath as she witnessed a powerful explosion flow silently through Vera's body. Her finger held tight within the waves of pleasure that pulsed through Vera's until suddenly, and without warning Vera gasped for air and a single, low tone escaped from her lips.
"Fuck," then Vera breathed in hard through her nose and let out a strained laughed. "Fuck, Joan. How did you do that?"
Joan could only lean in and deeply kiss her, feeling both prideful and restrained as she wanted nothing more than to take up residence between Vera's soft thighs again to get the same reaction, except this time more intense and with more vocalizations from the both of them: Vera calling to the heavens and Joan groaning into Vera, her nose buried deep within her folds.
It did not take long for Vera to find herself recovered and found herself straddled once again atop Joan. Joan did not find the need to struggle, but for a second realized she was not sure that the following actions would come to fruition, and so coming to terms that what may happen was a bit startling.
"You're next," Vera purred, her naked body glistening with sweat and the wonderful afterglow that comes after a warming and pulsing orgasm.
Joan swallowed hard, then put her hands up to grasp Vera's hips. Perhaps holding her there so she could stare upon her naked flesh would give her a few more minutes before she was ready to have Vera reciprocate. She somewhat hoped that being next did not mean that Vera had to crawl down between her thighs and look upon her. The thought of having Vera look upon her was startlingly terrifying. She could very well hold Vera there and ask her not to, but that could hurt her feelings. The glint in Vera's eye let her know that she was eager to get to know Joan intimately. She could count on one hand the times she'd let anyone see her privately and up close, and yet, and yet, she wanted to part her thighs and have Vera explore her. She felt that Vera, not knowing better, would be more likely to ignore what Joan felt to be not the more perfect part of herself.
With a deep breath, she cleared her throat and very slowly edged a single finger at a time off Vera's body so that Vera was free and open to do as she pleased. The second Vera moved, Joan found she needed to close her eyes. She couldn't watch what was about to happen.