Joanna broke out of the kiss. The softest of smiles graced her face as her eyes met Addison’s and a moment later, her fingers found the buttons on Addison’s shirt.

One by one Addison could feel the fasteners giving way, and as her shirt began to gape, her heart began to pound. She had always been the seducer. Never granting anyone control over the act, she had never allowed them to strip her, but as the cool air met her heated skin, Addison couldn’t help but relinquish all control.

Driven by desire and a thirst to experience all that was Addison, locked under sheets and a duvet was not where Joanna wanted to be. Quickly escaping the fortress of down and silk, Joanna wasted no time in removing Addison’s shirt and a shiver of awareness fluttered through Joanna’s body as Addison’s torso finally came into view.

The effect from years of swimming was obvious. Addison’s arms were muscled and her stomach flat and strong, but nothing could have prepared Joanna for the swells of Addison’s breasts rising above a bra of lace and spandex. She couldn’t prevent a low groan from escaping her lips as her center pulsed, and keeping her eyes locked on Addison’s, Joanna slowly reached around and released the clasp of Addison’s bra.

Drawn to what she yearned to see, Joanna fixed her eyes on breasts, creamy and plump. Tipped in rose, beaded and tight, they rose and fell in time with Addison’s breathing, and Joanna didn’t hesitate to reach out and cup them in her hands. Honey smooth and weighty, they filled her palms so perfectly, and for a few seconds, Joanna just held them, amazed at the sensation.

At first, the rosy centers had been taut, but when Joanna saw how hard they had become, the peaks erect and hard as pebbles, she ran her thumbs over them and watched in amazement as they grew even harder. Lowering her head, she pulled one into her mouth and tenderly ran her tongue around it.

Addison arched her spine and tipped back her head as a current of sensual need rushed through her body. Others had been at her breasts, sucking and fondling in the throes of sex, but this was something entirely different. This was something she never wanted to end, and gasping for air, she murmured, “Oh dear God, yes. Yes, Joanna...yes.”

In the darkest recesses of Joanna’s mind, there had been a fragment of worry born from a novice’s concern, but Addison’s raspy whisper dissolved any apprehension Joanna had. Her tender tasting turned hungrier, and sucking hard on the distended peak in front of her, she began tweaking the other with her fingers.