Page 105 of Fanning the Flames

As much as she wanted this, Sadie paused to check in. Joanie had just been so vulnerable and been on such an emotional roller coaster lately that this needed to be okay.

She sat back and sought Joan’s focus. “Are you sure you’re in the mood for this?”

“Yeah,” Joan said. “I think we both need it.”

“If you’re ready, I’m ready.” Sadie ran her hands down Joan’s deep-purple shirt. “Let me take care of you.”

Joan tilted her head knowingly. “You’re still gonna boss me around.”

“Obviously I am. While taking care of you.”

They giggled together. Joan looked at her the way she did when she really needed connection, her eyes warming to a liquid amber flecked with gold. Sadie loved that. She might joke about Joan being horny all the time, but she recognized when Joanie’s real need was to know she was loved.

She kissed the fading scar beneath Joan’s eye, then slipped her fingers through Joan’s hair to tug out the mini bun. The loose short waves cascaded down.

“I know what this means,” Joan teased before kissing her.

“You’d better,” Sadie said. Joanie absolutely knew she loved gripping that hair as she came.

She grinded more deliberately, Joan soon matching her rhythm. Sadie slid to grip her thighs around one of Joan’s. It wasn’t bad, but… “I’m taking our pants off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Joan said, her low tone rumbling through Sadie’s abdomen.

As Sadie worked on unbuttoning and unzipping, Joan closed her eyes and breathed deeply to contain her fire. She rocked side to side as Sadie tugged her pants and underwear off. Those strong thighs, those taut calves, never failed to ignite the throbbing in Sadie’s core. She didn’t even bother with Joan’s black socks just so she could tear her own jeans and panties off that much quicker.

She climbed back up and sat where Joan had to be aching as much as she was. Her clit was wonderfully warm and slick. Sadie pressed into it with a moan. Joan gripped her ass, kneading as she bit Sadie’s throat. Sadie swiveled her hips, gripping Joan’s shoulders as she moved up and down.

Prickles of desire danced through her body. “I love the way you feel,” she said.

Joan groaned and licked up to Sadie’s earlobe. Their shared wetness felt so smooth and lovely, but it just wasn’t giving the friction they needed. Sadie swung a leg over Joan’s and moved her thigh up to Joan’s folds. Joan readjusted so she could get better contact.

Sadie pulsed on Joan’s thigh, sharing kisses mixed with tiny hums and sighs. She focused on rubbing her thigh up and to the right to hit Joanie where she needed it most.

“I love you so much, honey,” Joan murmured. The thick emotion in her voice washed over Sadie like a tropical breeze.

“I love you too,” she returned, meaning it so, so much. She wanted to come up with a better word thanloveto describe how she felt. She dropped her forehead to rest on Joan’s.

She pressed her thigh more vigorously, more side to side to spread Joan’s folds and hit the magic spot. This was going to be all about her.

Joan clutched at her back, fingertips digging in. Her release seemed to surprise her, so Sadie caught the gasps with kisses.

“Nooooo,” Joan lightly whined. “You’re supposed to come first.”

“Shh.” Sadie kissed her. “Keep going.”

She wrung the last bits of the orgasm out of Joan, even as her forehead wrinkled in frustration. Sometimes she wondered if Joan’s insistence that Sadie be satisfied first had to do with Joanie’s sense of self-worth. Like she didn’t deserve it until she’d taken care of Sadie. Or maybe it was just what got her off, like she’d said more than once.

She dropped a tender kiss on Joan’s brow, telling her she was worth everything.

Her own pleasure was reaching its high point. Joan gripped her hips and lifted her slightly so Sadie could better hit her thigh. Sadie gripped the back of the couch with one hand and stroked Joan’s breast with the other.

She came quickly, the orgasm tearing through her and cresting just as fast. Definitely leaving room for more.

Joan kissed her neck and wrapped her arms around Sadie’s waist. “Let me give you what you really want.”

“What’s that?” Sadie teased, ’cause they both knew damn well what she always wanted.

“You tell me.”

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