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She tasted so sweet, and every time she moaned she sounded sweet too. But there was a kick to her taste, she had been told. It was if there was a fire burning deep within her, one that could only be fueled by a certain woman who was now giving her more attention than she could have ever dreamed of. Her hands dug deep into the woman's scalp and she had to break from her lustful thoughts just to make sure she didn't cause harm to the woman making love to her.
With every suck on her clit, she moaned a little deeper. With every twist of a finger, she clenched a little tighter. With every second that passed, she drew closer and closer to climax. She wanted to let out an unending stream of profanities, but that would require removing herself from her subconscious paradise and back to reality just to form useless words.
Another finger was pressed into her and her head rolled back and her eyes fluttered shut. This was it. This was the life, sprawled ass naked on their couch with Maureen's head between her thighs. If she could reach the liquor cabinet, she would grab a bottle of Chianti and uncork it right there and take a swig. Maureen was still on her fingers. She licked them and tasted her once more, that bold taste so unlike any she had ever tasted before and so delicious she could taste it every day for the rest of their lives and never grow tired of it. She lingered on the scent, wondering how someone so outrageous could have such a gentle touch to her.
Everything about Maureen had set Joanne aflame. They pissed each other off, scalded each other with angry insults and fought with such ferocity that the slightest detail could set them off. But when they made up it was done with even more heat than that. Burning desire encompassed every movement, every touch, every kiss. It was a wonder how they hadn't already fused into one being yet, but with the amount of devotion they had for each other, one could argue that they had already become one.
Joanne was nearing climax now. Her nipple was being twisted by a distant, delicate hand and she barely had any cognition of where the hell she was. Both hands moved harder and faster as a warm tongue drew moans deeper than before. Her back began to arch, her breast aching for more friction from her lover's hand. Her muscles squeezed tighter and tighter still on the fingers moving in her warmth and she was no longer able to relax herself as her warmth neared its peak.
She couldn't contain herself any longer and came with valiant force into her lover's lips. She gripped the edge of the couch as she cried out her lover's name into the cool air of the apartment.
Maureen sucked and licked all around her warmth, taking care to taste deep inside her. Her hands moved and touched all the crevices and angles on Joanne's body, squeezing some parts more firmly than others. Joanne pulled her up to her level and kissed her deeply and passionately, curling an arm around her waist as Maureen moved to straddle her.
This was their home. This was the way they made love to each other, so unaware of anything existing outside of their apartment. The only thing that could hold their attention was how warm they felt with their bodies pressed together. They kissed more deeply than ever before and Joanne lowered her lover to the fading cushions of the couch beneath them. She pulled back and examined the sight below her, the beauty of the silent girl laying so calmly and peacefully between her arms. It was so unlike her to be calm and peaceful, but that was Maureen. She was unpredictable.
She would weep when she had reason to be joyful. She would be gentle when she should've been rough. She would be spontaneous when she needed to be organized… well, she was always spontaneous and never really needed to be organized. But she was unpredictable nonetheless and that is exactly why Joanne was so in love with her.
Joanne craved to see Maureen was in this euphoric state. She was sure no one else had ever witnessed her like this and that prided her in knowing that Maureen had let down her guard only for her. Her fingertips cupped gracefully around a pale breast and she marveled in the perfection of Maureen's naked body. She placed a tender kiss on her lover's swollen, red lips, drawing the three words most unrivaled by anything else.
It had been sweet, their love making. Although it was lascivious, it was still somehow pure. Their desire was more than desire. The flamed that burned within them was not atop a tiny wick but scorching their world in a blazing sun of passion. Nothing could be held higher than the way which they made love to each other, and although a faceless man walked into their apartment holding a pistol, it would take more than bullets to break them apart.