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They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, Sadie resting her head on Joan’s shoulder. Her sweet, sensitive Joanie. Always trying to protect her loved ones. She was meant to be a hero.

Sadie looked up with a teasing grin. “There will be other benefits to you becoming Spark again.”

“Like what?”

“Like if you’re shooting fire on a consistent basis, maybe you won’t be so rampantly horny.”

A slow smile spread across Joan’s face. “You think that might happen?”

“It might,” Sadie said, tilting her chin.

Joan moved her mouth a breath away from Sadie’s. “I’m never not going to be at least exceedingly horny around you.”

Sadie’s grin deepened. “I can work with that.”

Their lips met for the briefest moment. Then again. And again. Sadie reached up and touched Joan’s cheek, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Joan shifted so she faced her more fully.

They kissed until the connection grew from a little light necking to This could most definitely lead to more .

Joan tugged on Sadie’s hips, guiding her toward her lap.

Sadie complied and straddled her, kneeling just above the zipper on Joanie’s black skinny jeans.

Their tongues met in a delicious tangle made better by Joan’s throaty groan.

Her hands slid to Sadie’s butt, cupping and squeezing through the denim.

Her body radiated warmth—a surefire sign Joan was heating in more ways than one. Sadie kissed across her jaw to nibble on her earlobe, her neck. Joan hummed in appreciation, skimming one hand up Sadie’s back to rest near the clasp on her bra.

She sat more fully and resisted the urge to immediately start grinding. Joan drew her closer, the growing friction sharp and delightful.

Sadie breathed out a little laugh. It was not going to be much of a foreplay night.

She tossed her hair and sat upright, giving in to the impulse to circle her hips just once. Enough to make Joan bite her lower lip. She did it again for both their benefit. Joan chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her.

“Oh, hi,” Sadie murmured against her lips.

“Hello there.”

“So this is happening, huh?”

“Looks that way.”

She gave Joan an Mmm and looped her arms around her neck. Their kisses were slow, but Joan’s hand pressing Sadie’s lower half into her said Let’s go! As did the other hand snaking beneath her white T-shirt to undo her bra.

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 than love to 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.”

“Hmm.” Sadie screwed her eyes up and pretended that her clit wasn’t screaming Joan’s mouth right now, you fool!

Joanie’s eyes swirled with hooded lust. What had they not done in a while? Lately, not much beyond morning shower sex. So something that required a soft surface and maybe lying down.

Ahhh, yesssss.

Sadie de-straddled and lightly commanded, “Lie down.”

“Ooh.” Joan’s smile said she was excited for whatever was coming. “Your wish is my command.”

She stretched out with her head against the armrest. Sadie shoved the throw blanket off the couch, smacking a few coloring pencils to the floor. Then she grabbed Joan’s legs and pulled her a few inches down the cushions.

She kneeled over Joan and waddled up to her rosy lips. A golden burst flickered in her eyes, bright in the dim lighting. Such incredible eyes. Her hands went to Sadie’s hips, guiding her down until?—

Oh, yesssss .

Sadie sighed with contented pleasure at the familiar caress of Joan’s mouth. Her tongue not hesitating to glide and tease. Her teeth gently tugging. She slid a hand up Sadie’s shirt to fondle her hardened nipple.

“Oh god, Joanie,” she breathed. She tossed her head back and rode the waves of tortuous pleasure. And then the warmth came—the way Joanie could get just enough heat to drive Sadie to the brink of ecstasy.

Her thighs quivered as she moved in rhythm with Joan’s tongue. Fuck, the way she watched Sadie, eyes sparkling, and her sinfully hot mouth…

A sharp pang shot through her belly. She dropped forward to grasp the armrest, chasing another jolt with her entire being until it happened. Then another that made her toes curl.

Joan growled and rolled her nipple, dragging her legs up and clamping her thighs together. Sadie’s eyelids fluttered closed. She bit her lip, trying not to lose herself just yet. It felt so good .

Stars shattered through her body and behind her lids. She cried out, then again as Joanie’s teeth tugged at her sensitive skin. The release consumed her even as it renewed her and she fell helplessly into it. She came loud and proud when Joanie did this to her.

Vibrations of pleasure rolled through her, punctuated with shivers and shocks. Her moans subsided with her movement, though the struggle to regain her breath was very real.

Once the last of the tingles were a delicious memory, she scooted back slightly, still bracing herself on the armrest.

Joan held her up by her hips. “Good?” she asked in an oh-so-sexy gravel.

“You know it was, cocky-pants.”

She pressed a soft kiss to the tattoo of four little flowers on the right side of Sadie’s lower abdomen. “I know what my girl likes.”

Sadie purred a grateful, “Yes, you do,” and wanted to give Joanie exactly what she liked.

She found the strength to push back and wobble on her knees. She glided down, shoving between Joan’s bent legs, bunching her shirt to kiss her glorious abs. Even without working out regularly, they were still spectacular.

She glanced up and smiled wickedly at the pure hunger on Joanie’s face. “My turn,” Sadie rumbled.

She kissed to Joanie’s tight dark curls. Could’ve easily teased her, but she wanted to savor what had been building while she’d been getting off.

She lightly blew on Joan’s swollen folds to watch her shiver. Apparently, Joanie had never shivered before having sex with Sadie. She never failed to be amazed at that.

One more gentle burst of air, one more shiver. Then she hooked her arms under Joan’s thighs, hitching her up so she could touch the tip of her tongue to the top of Joan’s clit. The little flicks tortured Joan as much as herself because she wanted it all.

Joan rested a hand on her shoulder as she tilted her head back in delight.

Greedy now, Sadie licked all the way up her center.

Her warmth, oh god, her salty and slightly spicy taste…

Sadie eagerly drank it in. Her moan vibrated against Joan as she fought to keep the pace slow.

To show Joan she deserved every second of adoration.

Joanie bent her legs further to wrap them around Sadie. Trusting her with full access.

Sadie caught her eye. “Do you want more?” she panted. Joanie didn’t always want fingers inside of her, so it was good to check.

“That’s okay,” she said with a little headshake. “Your tongue is so good.”

“Mmm. More tongue?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

A thrill raced through her. She loved getting the go-ahead to take control.

She sucked and nibbled until reaching Joan’s opening. She pressed into its unbelievable heat. Like liquid fire and the most delicious flavor imaginable.

Joan swore loudly. She pushed Sadie’s hair back, fisting it so she could watch. Sadie dipped inside again and again, driving Joan wild. If she hadn’t just had a mighty orgasm of her own, this would totally be revving her up.

Joan garbled something, then cleared her throat and said, “Oh god, I want to come just like this.”

Sadie mumbled in agreement. She loved making Joanie feel this good.

Her thighs pressed against Sadie’s arms, but she held her in place. That got a disgruntled groan that soon turned into moans of desire. Joan moved against her mouth, swiveling her hips, bucking when Sadie’s tongue found the perfect spot.

She tossed an arm over her eyes and raised her ass off the couch. Sadie kept her tongue inside and let Joan ride it until she orgasmed. Waves of heat and wetness surged through her mouth, intense and indescribable. So clear Joanie was not a norm but so much more.

The climax was a lusciously long one. When her back returned to the couch, Sadie licked out and through Joan’s folds. Her whole body shuddered. Sadie lightly sucked on Joanie’s nub, getting a high, breathy pant in response.

She kept it up, igniting another small orgasm that delighted her almost as much as Joan.

Joanie’s legs collapsed on top of her, and she patted her shoulder. “That’s good, baby, that’s good,” she wheezed.

“But I’m still enjoying myself,” Sadie said with a little nip.

Joan quivered and laughed. “You always get that last bit of—ah, yeah, that .”

One of the absolute best things about being with the same partner for a while was knowing exactly when they were done. And Joanie usually had a little more left that was Sadie’s treasure to discover.

A few aftershocks, then a contented sigh and Joan’s legs flopping to the couch told her all was good. Sadie kissed her clit, her mound, moving up to deposit a few kisses along her neck before dropping one on her mouth.

They sat up slowly, grinning and feeling the love. Still wearing their shirts and Joanie with her socks. Damn, they had not wasted time.

Joan looped lazy arms around her. Sadie pulled her in, nestling tight as Joan tucked her head in the crook of her neck. Joan nuzzled her neck before resting her cheek on Sadie’s chest.

Sadie cuddled her close, feeling the steady beat of her heart. “You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world, Joanie Maloney,” she murmured.

No matter what happened out in the real world, no matter what happened tomorrow, they had their home and their life together. They had each other. Nothing was going to change that.