Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
VANESSA
Vanessa gasped. She was being held steady by a combination of the firm wall behind her, and Joey’s strong hand and arm.
She could feel Joey’s fingers inside her, and she knew she couldn’t stay quiet.
The tension of the last few days meant that the moment Joey had touched her, she felt an intense relief. And attraction.
As the two women rocked together, Vanessa could feel her body building up into a crescendo of sensation. She moved in time with Joey, who seemed to understand the perfect rhythm.
Vanessa’s arms were around Joey, holding on tight, not just for the closeness but because she suspected her legs were of very little use.
She kissed Joey’s neck, which tasted faintly of salt.
Joey shifted her angle slightly and Vanessa found herself careening over the edge and experiencing the most intense orgasm she’d had in years. Her cries were muffled by Joey’s neck.
“Well good evening, Vanessa.” Joey smirked.
Vanessa giggled into Joey’s neck, unable to trust herself to stand unaided for a moment.
Joey adjusted their positions so she had her arms around Vanessa.
The strength and protection Vanessa felt was extraordinary.
She felt like she could do anything in that moment, that whatever happened, Joey would somehow protect her.
“I am going to need a minute, but I think we should move this into the bedroom,” said Vanessa.
The pair lay side by side on the bed. Vanessa had thrown her top and skirt on the floor, and was slowly unbuttoning the thin shirt Joey was wearing. “Always too many clothes, Josefina,” murmured Vanessa. “Take off your trousers.”
Joey unbuckled her belt, unzipped her fly and pulled off the offending garment.
Vanessa appraised her body. “You’re so curvy and toned all at the same time. Just delicious.”
Joey blushed.
“I think it’s the kneading,” said Vanessa, as she opened Joey’s shirt and began to kiss her neck and her chest. She ran a hand down Joey’s arm, feeling the strength inside it. “Definitely the kneading.”
Joey sighed. “You’re a terrible tease.”
“Oh really?” Vanessa lifted her head to make eye contact with Joey, and arched a brow. “You think that’s teasing? I could tease you so much more.”
Joey groaned and wriggled. “You’re evil. You really have no idea how turned on I am right now, do you?”
“I think I’m beginning to.” And with that comment, Vanessa brought her hand down to feel for herself how ready Joey was for her. Joey grimaced. Vanessa smiled, before unlatching Joey’s bra from under her, casting it aside and bringing her lips to Joey’s breasts.
Vanessa relished the feeling of how turned on Joey was beneath her. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked gently, while placing her thigh between Joey’s legs. She could feel Joey squirming beneath her, desperate for more, just as she herself had been earlier in the evening.
Again, Vanessa brought her hand down, this time gently dragging it across Joey’s underwear.
Joey moaned, her eyes tightly closed. Vanessa could feel her heat.
With one hand, she dragged down Joey’s knickers.
She brought her mouth up to meet Joey’s, and placed her hand softly where Joey most wanted her, feeling Joey’s arousal beneath her fingers.
Their kissing became more passionate as Vanessa increased the movement of her fingers, stroking up and down, while allowing her body weight to provide more pressure. Joey’s breathing quickly became frantic, and Vanessa could feel herself becoming wet once more.
Vanessa enjoying the sensation of their bodies pressed together with nothing between them.
While she touched Joey she could feel her own desire beginning to build again.
She was grinding herself against Joey’s thigh, and when she achieved the right angle she thought she might actually lose her mind.
But she kept her focus on Joey, determined to provide her with relief.
She continued with her caresses, listening to the rhythm of Joey’s jagged breathing.
“Yes, that’s right,” she whispered in Joey’s ear. “Just like that.”
There was something in what she said that seemed to light a spark in Joey.
She pulled Vanessa yet closer and lifted the leg Vanessa was astride.
Vanessa gasped. The friction was perfect.
Joey and Vanessa moved together. Vanessa had stopped concentrating on what she was doing or why, instead yielding to the sensation of their bodies seeking connection and release.
And the release came quickly, with Joey moaning as she came undone. That was all it took to tip Vanessa over the edge, into an abyss where she felt like she might explode. They rode out the climax together.
Joey and Vanessa lay limp in each other’s arms, sweat beaded on their skin. Vanessa moved to one side, and looked at her Joey. She admired the woman’s long, fair eyelashes. She watched her breathing begin to regulate again with the rise and fall of her torso.
This was more than a holiday romance. This was more than she’d experienced before. Vanessa felt like there was something she should say to explain that, but somehow the right words wouldn’t come. Obviously, it couldn’t be love, it was far too soon for that.
Wasn’t it?
Joey opened her eyes. “You are going to kill me, Vanessa Romero.”
“I do hope not.” Vanessa ran her hand along Joey’s thigh. “I have plans for you.”
Joey laughed and wrapped Vanessa in her arms. “As do I for you. Definitely more of these kinds of plans. But other things, too. I want to show you more of this city, more of what I love here.”
Vanessa felt hope bloom in her heart. “I’d love that. And yes, when I say I have plans, many of them involve not wearing clothes. But many of them don’t. Many of them are about just being with you.”