Touch Of My Hand

Disclaimer: I do not own Joan of Arcadia. If I did, things
would be going a little differently.

Rated NC-17 for graphic sexual content. Hooray!

Touch Of My Hand

By darthelwig

Joan was
lying in her bed thinking of Adam. Not that this was a new thing, but tonight
was different. His gentle kiss earlier in the night had stirred something
within her. Her body was on fire with thoughts of him. Her skin felt too
sensitive, the touch of her pajamas making her squirm with… what? Need?

Sighing,
she gave herself up to the memory of his lips, so soft and gentle. She could
feel his lips still on hers, like a brand. How she wished he had opened his
mouth and let her taste his desire. She imagined his tongue delving into her
mouth, sliding sensuously in and out. A small breath escaped her as she closed
her eyes and let her hands move to her breasts.

She
imagined they were Adam’s hands, his long artist’s fingers playing over the
soft cotton of her pajamas, tantalizing her. Slowly, she undid the buttons one
by one. Joan could almost feel Adam’s silky lips trailing across her skin,
following the path of the opening. His mouth would feel like fire as he closed
his lips over her painfully erect nipples, each in turn. Her back arched as she
imagined him sucking, teasing her, rolling them on his smooth tongue.

Liquid heat
was pooling between her legs and she turned her attention there. Her hands slid
ever downward over her flushed skin until they reached the source of that heat
between her legs. She slid her fingers under the waistband of her pajamas and
slid them off, seeing Adam do so in her mind. His steamy dark eyes drank in the
sight of her, making her tremble under the power of his gaze. She watched him
lower himself down to her, his face inches away from her most sensitive area.

She could
feel his breath on her, then his tongue, and she nearly cried out with
pleasure, biting her lip to keep quiet. Her fingers played over the wet, silken
folds of her sex as Adam made love to her with his mouth in her mind.

It wasn’t
long before his tongue was not enough. She felt him raise himself up and
position his swollen penis at her damp entrance. She couldn’t help the choked
whimper that escaped her lips as he penetrated her, the feeling at once both
strange and familiar. Her fingers slid in and out of her body as Adam did the
same in her mind. She felt his eren fin fill her over and over as he thrust his
hips against her in an ever-increasing tempo. His eyes were dark with passion
as he bent his head down to her, running his lips and tongue over her throat as
he kept up his rhythm.

Joan spread
her legs wider, letting him plunge ever deeper into her sex. She could hear his
labored breathing, or was that her own? It didn’t matter. They were welded into
one being now, moving together toward the heights of their pleasure.

When she
finally reached the pinnacle, she cried out her pleasure, letting the feeling
wash over her. She could feel her body tighten around his shaft, heard him moan
with ecstasy as he spilled himself inside of her. Then she was completely lost
as her body shook in mindless waves of bliss.

She came
down slowly, awareness seeping back through the haze of desire. Disappointment
rushed through her as she realized it had all been a fantasy. Adam hadn’t made
love to her yet. He was probably safe and asleep in his own bed right now.
Dreaming of her? She wished.

Joan shook
her head, telling herself not to be silly. There was plenty of time for them to
do these things together. She slid her pajamas back on and pulled up the
covers, which had somehow gotten kicked to the foot of the bed.

As she laid
her head down on the pillow, her thoughts drifted back to Adam, wondering if
their first time would be that good. She didn’t even realize when her thought
became the dreams of deep sleep.