Chapter 6

"Startin’ without me..." Mel husked, moving her hips into Janice in a rolling, sensual sway. "Naughty girl."

"I was thinking of you." Janice reveled in Mel’s breath at her ear, and the gentle friction as their bodies moved in unison. "Does that count for anything?"

Mel’s heart knocked gladly in her chest. "It counts for everything." She moved her hands over the firm, compact body settled against her, fingers and palms gliding along on ball bearings of fragrant lather.

As her lover’s hands roamed her body in a long, languid caress, Janice let her head drop back into the hollow of Mel’s shoulder. "Not that I’m complaining, but what happened with dinner?"

Mel slipped her hand between their bodies, dragging a finger the length of Janice’s swollen labia, delighting in the slick heat she found there. "Well, now, I can make dinner…" she crooned, painting Janice’s lips with her own arousal "...or I can make love…" As the smaller woman turned in her arms, fixing her with her eyes, Mel swallowed hard. "Which appetite would you like me to feed first?"

"You’re joking, right?" With a growl, Janice drew Mel down for a hungry kiss, tasting herself as they settled into a slow, thorough exploration of one another. Hot water pricked and stung her skin, counterpoint to the hands, one at her hip, the other at the small of her back, urging her forward in a kind of sexual samba.

It was a rhythm both women knew well, and while loving Janice was as natural as breathing, making love to her was anything but routine and predictable. Which meant it was never dull. Janice was adventurous, passionate and self-assured by nature, and she brought those qualities to their bedroom, inspiring similar confidence in Mel. Sex with such a partner could take on the scale of a De Mille film, complete with careful buildup and skillful exposition, where the peaks and climaxes were merely places to catch one's breath in preparation for the second reel. Love with Janice, Mel once observed, could be epic…or content with a single kiss. Yup, that’s the spot. Janice’s lips found the pulse point at the juncture of her throat and collarbone, a favorite stop on the tour south. Oh, God…you know that makes me crazy…Mel tossed her head back, enjoying the spray on her face and throat; it was like making love in a driving rain. Water trickled from her upturned face onto her breasts to be sipped from her body by cool suction and a warm tongue. Janice’s strong fingers traced the length of her spine and a hot surge moved through her as their centers met in a tangle. Mel became aware, faintly, of her name being spoken, one syllable repeated like a mantra, vibrating through her chest and the small bones of her ears.

"Mmmmel…" Janice murmured in a protracted hum. She looked up at the tall Southerner with eyes intensely, fiercely green.

Mel kissed her lips briefly. "What, baby?" she sighed, her eyes vague and half-closed.

"Mel, if you don’t touch me now, I’ll..."

"What? You’ll what?"

Janice laughed as she pressed her lips to Mel’s. "I’ll be forced to beg."

Mel conjured, from recent memory, the image of Janice on her knees. "Careful now, hon…I might like that," she replied, but she was weakening under the onslaught of feverish kisses and busy hands. "Well, when you put it like that…" She held Janice’s gaze in a fog of steam as one hand traveled south between them. She smiled slyly as she traced Janice’s trembling lips with the tip of her tongue. "Wählen Sie eine Zahl zwischen ein und vier."

Janice’s astonishment was unmistakable. "Aw, no, Mel, trust me when I say now is not the time for a German lesson."

"Im Gegenteil, jetzt ist das perfekte Mal…jetzt, wenn ich ihre vollständige, und ungeteilte Aufmerksamkeit habe." On the contrary, now is the perfect time…now when I have your complete, and undivided attention. "Geben Sie mir."

"Indulge you?" Janice practically whimpered. "This is a real mood killer, you know that, don't you?"

Mel cupped Janice's mound in one hand, sent out a scout, who returned with news of a flood. "Lügner." Liar.

Janice sank on the fingers at her center with a contented sigh. "Cruel, Pappas...you have a pronounced cruel streak in you."

"Ah,ah,ah..." Mel wagged a glistening finger in Janice's face. "Auf Deutsch."

Janice shuffled in mute, grudging assent. "Würdest du deine Frage wiederholen?" What was the question?

"Wählen Sie eine Zahl zwischen ein und vier.....und seiest du habgierig nicht." Pick a number between one and four...and don’t be greedy.

Janice struggled with the translation as Mel’s neatly trimmed nails skimmed her belly. "Two -- er, zwei."

"Zwei…" repeated Mel, threading her fingers through wiry golden short hairs. "Das’s der sehr ist demokratisch von dir…das verläßt uns irgendwo zu gehen." That’s very democratic of you…leaves us someplace to go.

Janice leaned heavily against her, frustration evident as she clamped her teeth down upon the soft round of Mel’s shoulder, eliciting a surprised yelp that turned quickly to a coo of delight as Janice soothed the bite with her tongue. "Genug!" she growled into the hollow of Mel’s throat; her voice was thick with desire, which, oddly enough, seemed to improve her German pronunciation. "Muß ich du eine Karte zeichnen?" Do I have to draw you a map?

A chuckle rumbled through Mel’s chest as the cunning linguist took pity on her pupil. "I think I ‘member the way," she replied, slipping two fingers inside to the second knuckle - a hot wall of velvet contracted around her skin; her own muscles clenched in empathy.

Janice made a soft sound of delight and her hand moved down to cover Mel’s, to press it deeper into her as she bent to suckle a soft, heavy breast. "More," she murmured thickly, teasing the delicate, ruched flesh with her tongue.

"More," Mel echoed, curling her free hand around Janice’s neck, drawing her closer. "Well, whatever the birthday girl wants..." Angling her hand for deeper penetration, she wriggled her fingers, eliciting a sharp intake of breath that cooled the tender flesh beneath Janice’s mouth. "Ohmygod," Mel groaned, drowning in sensation -- lips, warm and wet against her skin, and a pair of small hands kneading the flesh above her rapidly beating heart -- her pleasure, giddy and profound and indistinguishable from her lover’s. It was perfect. Perfect as the delicate throat arching to her kisses, perfect as the beautiful body melting into hers, moving against her hand and her hips with graceful, needy rhythm. While her fingers maintained a steady, comfortable tempo, she sank to her knees in the water. When the tide settled, her face was mere inches from Janice’s hips, and her own center was happily situated over the heel of her foot. "Mmm, better n’ better..." she murmured. She wrapped her free arm around a muscled thigh and, with all the appetite of a child in a candy store, fastened her lips onto the quivering knot of flesh at Janice’s center.

Janice’s body was primed and ready for that first intimate, electric kiss. She gasped, loudly, as if burned, but instead of withdrawing from the fire, she melted into it, savoring the intensity, and the bite. With one impeccably timed, skillfully executed maneuver, she was reduced to dog brains, barely conscious of the little noises she made as Mel’s tongue mercilessly batted her clit. Her legs wobbled, watery; she didn’t know how much longer she could remain standing under such an enthusiastic assault.

Mel felt a pair of hands tangle in her hair; without pausing in her work, she spared her partner an upward glance. The sight of Janice, eyes closed, mouth open, a hot spray of water hammering her teeth and tongue, thrilled her as much as any touch. "Hey, now," she cooed, dipping her tongue into the well of Janice’s navel; she could feel the muscles beneath her hands bunch and jump. "Can’t have you drownin’ on me," she said, shutting off the water. With her other hand, she curled her fingers inside Janice, seeking some elusive touchstone, all the while watching her lover’s face, a barometer of arousal.

In the moments before she was reduced to a trembling bundle of bones and muscle, Janice looked down, into the face of a goddess, glistening wet, on her knees before her. Her world tilted and pitched, and when Mel’s tongue divided her labia and speared her core, short, fiery bursts of pleasure began to flower in her. She fell to her knees in a boneless collapse, Mel’s steadily pumping fingers still inside her. Pinprick bursts of light played against the screen of her tightly closed eyelids, and strong fingers dug into Mel’s flesh as a delicious, dizzying sweetness overcame her…like being impaled on a candy cane. At the moment of release, she smothered her moans in the curve of Mel’s shoulder. At some point, as her gasps turned to short, more even breaths and her heart rate slowed, she became aware of Mel’s voice in her ear, whispering little endearments, and her arm around her waist, drawing her to rest across her thighs.

They sat there in the tepid water for a long moment, in a tender clinch, trading heartbeats and warm breaths. Eventually, Janice opened her eyes to find herself on the receiving end of a provocative smile. "Well, finally," Mel sighed good naturedly as hot, slick flesh pulsed around her fingers. "My hand was beginnin’ to cramp."

End Chapter 6

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