Vanessa leaned down and pressed her lips to Joey’s. Joey’s eyes fluttered shut. She couldn’t concentrate on the complications while Vanessa was so close.
Vanessa pulled away. “Could we just take it one day at a time?”
“I’d like that,” said Joey.
“And with that in mind, I’d quite like to take you back to your apartment.” Vanessa gave a wicked smile. Joey grinned and nodded.
“Won’t Carl mind you leaving him alone this evening?” Joey asked, just minutes later, as she put her key into her front door.
Vanessa shook her head. “I texted him. Told him he could have the bed. He’s fine.” She followed Joey inside. “That is, as long as you don’t mind me sleeping over?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Joey’s heart danced with a newfound optimism. She didn’t have all the answers, but for now, that seemed to matter less. She pulled Vanessa towards her and kissed her, running her hands down her back.
Vanessa gave an audible moan. “I’ve been having such vivid flashbacks to the other night. Honestly, you have no idea how hot you are.”
Joey felt a pulse of energy and attraction flow down herbody and she held Vanessa tighter, deepening their kiss. She pulled away for a moment to look at Vanessa, whose pupils were wide, her cheeks red.
“This is no time for teasing,” said Vanessa, her voice lower than its usual register. “I need you.”
Joey closed her eyes for a second to gather her thoughts.
“Joey, I need you now,” said Vanessa, her voice insistent. Joey opened her eyes again and brought her hands to Vanessa’s hips. Gently, she pushed her the two or three steps towards the wall. Vanessa huffed as she made contact with the shabby yellow plaster.
Joey kissed her, harder this time. She brought her hands to Vanessa’s thighs. Vanessa moaned as Joey sucked her lower lip into her mouth. Joey quickly pulled up the flimsy fabric of Vanessa’s skirt and brought a hand between her legs.
Vanessa hissed and leaned her head back onto the wall. “Yes, more!” she said, simply.
Joey felt her own legs begin to wobble. Once again she was all turned on and fully clothed. She brought both her hands to Vanessa’s underwear and pulled them down. She could feel the heat coming off Vanessa’s body, and she needed to touch her.
Joey put one hand back onto Vanessa’s hip to steady her, then slowly pressed two fingers into the woman who seemed to be changing her life.
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 herselfto 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.”
