Elspeth's urgency made her head swim. She heard the pad of bare feet approaching and closed her eyes in breathless anticipation. Her legs glided apart in welcome. And then at last she sighed responsively as the lips made contact.

But the contact was only fleeting. And when it came again the moist-lipped mouth insisted on ignoring the invitation of her wide-spread limbs. Suddenly her need for fulfillment became almost agonizing.

"Joan, what are you…"

"Shh. Don't rush me. We've got all night, remember?"

The heat in Elspeth's untouched loins was fierce. She wanted that mouth there. But she couldn't be a spoilsport about it, not when Joan seemed so resolute about paying attention to the rest of her body. Especially since the attention was becoming so delightfully focused.

"You go for my tits, huh?"

"Mmm… so beautiful…"

Clever lips formed vacuums over each nipple in turn, tiny wet circles to suck the nipples to swollen peaks, powerful little suction cups to surround and enclose the intimate meeting of hot tongue and hot nipple, hot, hot, oh so terribly hot! Elspeth struggled to suppress a sob. And then the kisses began traveling elsewhere, darting here, lingering there, scorching her throat, setting fire to her navel, tracing a ring of flame around her waist.

"Huh? Joanie? What are you doing?"

Joan's hands were nudging eagerly, forcefully. Elspeth followed their direction and let herself be rolled over, burying her face in the pillow as the ring of fiery kisses continued to completion. The trail took a new tack, running the length of her spine now, and she was gripped by a sudden surge of emotion, part shock, part curiosity, all in a wave of dizziness. There too? Somehow her mind couldn't cope with the bizarre caress.