Addison slowly slid herself over Joanna, allowing nipples hard and erect to scrape against Joanna’s belly and breasts, her lips placing feathery kisses every inch of the way until she found Joanna’s luscious mouth. Capturing it in a demanding and ravenous kiss, when at last their lips parted, Joanna’s were swollen and wet.

It was domination of the sweetest kind, and Joanna surrendered to it. Throwing one leg over Addison’s hip, Joanna silently pleaded for what she wanted, but then sighed when Addison didn’t appear to want to listen.

It had been seven long days. Seven days to dream about skin, tender and warm. Seven days of feral thoughts forcing Addison to take more showers than a human being needed, and seven days spent hungry for the eighth, so when Addison moved to Joanna’s breasts, she began to feast. Cupping one in her hand, she kneaded and caressed the ripe flesh while her tongue tortured the other. She circled the tip with her tongue, teasing it until it was pebbled and tight, and then placing it between her lips, she tugged at the bud before sucking it into her mouth.

“Oh, God,” Joanna said, threading her fingers through Addison’s hair. “Oh...yes...”

Driven by the sound of Joanna’s throaty gasp, Addison tweaked the other nipple until it was just as hard as the one she was torturing with her tongue, but when she felt Joanna urge her downward, Addison stopped her delicious assault and raised her head.

Joanna looked into Addison’s eyes. “I need you. I need you so much.”

A sexy growl slipped from Addison’s lips, and slowly she made her way down Joanna’s body toward where they both wanted her to be. The smell of Joanna’s sex was amazing. Provocative and plentiful, the scent made Addison’s mouth water, and gently lowering herself between Joanna’s legs, Addison finally tasted the nectar she had craved for seven long days.

Divine and addicting, Addison couldn’t get enough of the ambrosial slickness seeping from Joanna’s core. Drawing her tongue through the thickened folds, Addison reveled in the flavor until Joanna began to squirm.

Addison was certain more lessons would be learned in time. More erogenous zones would be discovered, and more acts enhanced by location or perhaps by toy, but at the moment Addison didn’t need to be taught. While they only had been lovers for a short time, Addison knew what would turn Joanna’s squirms into bucks. Using her thumbs to expose Joanna’s clit, Addison began to circle the engorged flesh with her tongue, applying more pressure with each delicate rotation until Joanna’s undulations became frenzied.