Addison looked down and snickered. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, standing straight.

“And why are you wearing that? Come back to bed.”

“I’m wearing it because I desperately need a shower, but all my clothes are in my room, and as much as I doubt there’s anyone in the house but Fiona, I can’t believe she really wants to see me naked again.”

“Yeah, but I do,” Joanna said, reaching out to grab Addison’s shirt. “Now come here.”

“You’re getting bossy.”

“I learn from the best.”

“Yes, it seems you have,” Addison said as she did her best not to focus on Joanna’s breasts, which were now peeking out above the sheet.

“All I’m asking you for is one kiss.”

“Is that so?”

“Lean over, and I’ll show you,” Joanna said, drinking in Addison with her eyes.

Addison couldn’t resist the playful challenge, and bending over, she pressed her lips to Joanna’s. At first, the kiss was feathery, just a slow merging of lips, but Addison couldn’t help but groan when Joanna deepened the kiss. Rapidly finding out she could not deny the woman anything, Addison had no choice but to welcome Joanna’s tongue inside, and as soon as she did...Joanna owned her.

When Joanna heard a throaty moan rise in Addison’s throat, her body pulsed. It was a white flag signaling surrender, and Joanna wasted no time for the pillaging to begin. Slipping her hand between Addison’s legs, Joanna snaked her fingers through folds already plentiful with desire.

Addison broke out of the kiss and panted for air, and as the fire inside her began to rage, she threw back the sheet covering Joanna. Raking her eyes over the naked body before her, Addison licked her lips as she reached down and cupped Joanna’s sex.

For every stroke Joanna made, Addison matched her with one of her own, and when Joanna eased two fingers inside, Addison did the same, and it didn’t take long before both women were on the brink of orgasm.

Captivated, neither could close her eyes, heightening the lascivious effect they were having on each other to its extreme. Skin now glistened with sweat, and breaths were short and ragged, and when Addison began to flex her pelvis, taking Joanna’s fingers deep inside of her, Joanna began raising her hips to meet Addison’s hand in the same tempo. They wanted the same thing. They needed the same thing, and powerless against what their love had created, they arched and sheathed until uninhibited cries slipped from their lips and glorious shudders of pleasure exploded from within.

Her knees too weak to hold her any longer, Addison collapsed over top of Joanna, but a minute later, she let out a laugh.

Joanna opened her eyes and looked at the woman lying next to her. “What’s so funny?”