She turned her head. “Will you come to bed?”
Joey stood and swept her up. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She led the way to the bedroom, determined to put aside all her uncertainties and worries about the future. Tonight was about them.
She closed the door firmly behind her and turned to Joey. When they leaned in, she captured their lips with her own, savoring the taste and touch that was pure Joey. They pulled back and ran their fingers around the hem of the tank top she’d worn under her chef’s whites. She was suddenly aware she’d been working hard in a hot kitchen all evening.
She stepped back. “Maybe I should get a quick shower first.”
Joey pushed her back against the wall. “I can’t wait. I need you.” Their pupils were wide in the dim light from the lamp in the corner.
She relaxed and raised her arms so Joey could strip the tank top off in one movement. Then they stooped to kiss her neck and moved further down. She’d never found her breasts a particularly erogenous area before, but she couldn’t get enough of Joey’s attention to her nipples. She groaned and ran herhands down Joey’s shoulders, wishing she could get their shirt off from this angle.
“Joey, please. I want you naked.” There was no disguising the desire in her tone.
Joey stood up and she grabbed at their shirt. They grasped her wrists and stilled her hands. She looked up in surprise to see them grinning with an uncharacteristically naughty smile. They pushed her hands back either side of her against the wall. “I’ll get undressed if you stay there and watch.”
She nodded quickly. “Oh, yes.”
Joey started to unbutton their denim shirt slowly and Marianne’s fingers twitched with the need to take over. She pressed her hands against the embossed wallpaper behind her and gave Joey every inch of her attention. They finally undid the buttons and pulled the shirt free of their waistband.
She cleared her throat. “Take it off quicker. Please.”
Joey smiled, dropped the shirt over their shoulders, and shrugged it off.
Marianne groaned in appreciation, and frustration at not being allowed to touch Joey’s soft, smooth skin.
“Sshh.” They put a finger to her lips, reminding her Denny was in the next bedroom. She tried to catch the finger with her teeth, but Joey pulled back and smiled, their eyes dark with lust.
They unbuckled their belt and the buttons of their jeans and Marianne’s eyes dropped to where their smooth skin met the waistband of their boxers.
“Like what you see?” Their sexy grin made Marianne lick her lips in response. No one had ever made her wait like this, half naked and wanting. It was driving her crazy.
Joey kicked off their jeans and boxers quickly, as if they’d run out of patience with their own game. Before Marianne could drink in the sight of them naked, they had pulled her across the room until the back of her legs hit the bed.
“Thank you for your patience.” Joey’s lips crushed Marianne’s mouth, and she drank them in fervently, desperate for the renewed contact.
Joey pulled away. “Now, where were we?” They ducked back down to return attention to Marianne’s breast, and she gasped when their teeth returned with more pressure. She threaded her fingers through their hair and pushed downward ever so gently. She knew where she needed Joey.
Joey must have known, too, because they continued their kisses down to the waistband of the old running shorts she’d pulled on. She hadn’t exactly dressed to seduce, but Joey didn’t seem to care. The elastic stretched as Joey pulled them down over her ass cheeks until they dropped to the floor.
She shivered in anticipation.
Joey’s head popped up. “Are you cold?”
“Oh, God, please get on with it.”
Joey laughed and dropped to their knees as they pushed her back onto the bed. One strong hand grasped each thigh and they pushed her legs wide. She complied enthusiastically, desperate to feel Joey’s mouth on her.
When Joey’s tongue swept across her, she let out an involuntary groan. As the movement built up a rhythm, she groped around the bed for a pillow and pulled it over her face, smothering the noises she couldn’t hold back. Joey’s tongue was magical.
Safe in the knowledge the pillow would save her waking Denny, Marianne sank into the sensations and the emotion that filled her. In Joey’s hands she was safe and able to allow herself to surrender completely. When Joey’s fingers entered her as they sucked hard on her clit, she moaned into the pillow and her hips rose to meet the thrusts until she froze in ecstasy.
As she came down from her climax, Joey was still inside her. Catching her breath, she pushed the pillow away and ran herfingers through their hair, pulling slightly so they would join her on the bed. They pulled out slowly and kissed her over sensitized skin. She pulled more insistently, wanting Joey close as she basked in the last tendrils of her orgasm.
Joey climbed on the bed next to her, and she pulled them in, tasting herself on their lips and sucking on their tongue. As she deepened the kiss, she reached down and took a firm grasp of Joey’s ass to pulled them on top of her. When she slid a hand into their slick folds, Joey groaned into her mouth and shifted their weight onto their knees to give her more room to maneuver. Marianne loved their hunger for her. She moved up and down, teasing their clit, and then moved away when their movements got too frantic.
Joey gasped and pulled away from their kiss. “You’re killing me.” They sunk their head to her neck and groaned into her shoulder as she continued her attack, getting almost as much out of what she was doing as Joey clearly did.
