Like fireworks lighting up the sky, Addison’s mind was ablaze with conflict. Right versus wrong, good versus bad, need versus want, raw versus tender, they flashed and extinguished at a dizzying rate, but in the end, raw won out. Taking Joanna by the shoulders, Addison pushed her onto the bed.

Feeling as if the room had become a furnace, Addison wasted no time in ridding herself of her suit jacket and tie, and climbing onto the bed, she recaptured Joanna’s lips. They were warm and supple and oh so delicious, Addison greedily devoured their softness before she again slipped her tongue between them. Joanna’s mouth was sweet and inviting, and a surge of pleasure rushed through Addison’s body when her wife’s tongue began to dance with hers.

Possessed by something foreign yet so natural, Joanna’s body was no longer her own, and she began to return Addison’s kisses as feverishly as they were being given. Her hands traveled up Addison’s arms and then to her back, feeling beneath the crisp cotton the warmth of the woman’s skin as it radiated through the fabric, and the more Joanna felt, the more she wanted to touch.

Joanna wasn’t the only one who wanted to touch. Although her wife’s lips were divine, Addison’s need to caress, to fondle, to rub, to feel all those parts hidden by cloth and propriety had turned her flame into a bonfire. She shifted ever so slightly and slipped her hand under Joanna’s skirt. Joanna’s thighs were smooth and warm, but what Addison craved to touch would be so much warmer. Wasting no time, she pushed Joanna’s legs apart and cupped her sex.

Every nerve in Joanna’s body seemed to explode at once. A hand, possessive and strong, was molded against her center, a palm pressing down on her juncture as fingers sought out her most secret place and as Joanna gulped for air, she prayed Addison find it soon. Never in her life had Joanna wanted something so much.

The scent of Joanna’s arousal permeated Addison’s senses in an instant, and when she felt the wet, slickness oozing through Joanna’s silk knickers, there was no turning back. Overpowered by the most lascivious of urges, as she reclaimed Joanna’s lips, devouring her in another devastating kiss, Addison hooked her fingers in the silk. Ripping it from Joanna’s body, she slid her fingers through Joanna’s folds and finding her entrance, drove two fingers deep inside.

Joanna cried out, digging her nails into Addison’s back at the flash of pain, but then almost as quickly it was gone, and something else took its place. Something tameless and wanton, it eliminated all but the most primal, and Joanna began to rock against Addison’s fingers, urging her deeper, needing her deeper...demanding her deeper.