Touch Of My Hand

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

Rated NC-17 for graphic sexual content. Hooray!

Touch Of My Hand-Chapter 2

by darthelwig

Adam was
lying in his bed, his mind, as always, on Joan. Her image haunted him
mercilessly these days. Everywhere he looked he saw something that reminded him
of her. Even now, as he lay there counting the cracks in the ceiling, she was
there- a vision stamped on his eyelids.

“Jane,” he
whispered, to no one in particular. His fingers came up to his lips, touching
the place where she had been. He could still feel her there, like their breaths
were still intermingling. A small smile flirted around the corners of his mouth
as he immersed himself in a daydream of her.

He imagined
her standing in his room, the only illumination coming from the streetlights
outside. I his mind, he let himself undress her, slowly and tentatively, taking
his time. His eyes absorbed the sight of her bare skin, so pure and perfect and
smooth.

His lips
moved unbidden to her throat, her shoulders and breasts. He cupped them in his
palms, savoring the weight and feel, before allowing his eager mouth to devour
her. He could hear her gasp as he sucked and licked her nipples, loving the
taste and texture of her. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, his name a
breathless whisper on her lips.

He moved
his own lips lower, following his roving hands in their exploration of her body.
He avoided tasting her sex for the time being, though, wanting her naked on his
bed. He laid her down gently, their eyes locked on each other. Her fingers were
fumbling with his fly, so he helped her to remove his clothes.

Adam’s
fingers trailed over his bare chest. In his imagination, those fingers were
Joan’s. She was exploring every inch of him with her fingertips and lips,
teasing him with her playful touch.

Adam moved
his fingers down, pulling his shorts down with them, taking his now rock-hard
penis in hand and stroking it lightly. In his fantasy land, Joan was stroking
him, learning the silken feel of his skin there. Before he knew it, her mouth
was on him, taking his erection into her hot, wet mouth- hesitantly at first,
but then with renewed determination. He watched her head bobbing up and down on
his shaft, her full lips and soft tongue sending wave after wave of pleasure
jolting through him. He couldn’t catch his breath.

“Let me,
Jane,” he whispered, slowing his fist as it worked hi straining cock. He didn’t
want to cum yet. He wanted to taste her first. His lips parted, his tongue
darting out to moisten them. His breathing was quick and shallow, fac face
flushed from both desire and exertion.

In his
head, he tasted her, letting his tongue glide between her secret folds. Her
scent filled his nostrils; her taste drew him down for more.

She was
moaning and writhing on his bed, a slave to the ecstasy he was lavishing on
her. His fingers spread her wider so he could bring his tongue to the very
heart of her pleasure, making her gasp his name. He didn’t let up until she
finally reached her climax, her hips bucking up against his face as he lapped
her juices.

Adam placed
small kisses on the smooth skin of Joan’s stomach until her breathing slowed
and she became aware of him once again. Without a word, their eyes met and he
positioned himself above her. Joan’s lips were parted and Adam bent his head
down to capture them in a searing kiss. His hand was pumping furiously at his
cock as he imagined entering her for the first time, feeling her draw a quick
breath as he broke through her virgin barrier. The he could feel nothing but
her- tight and wet. They fit like she was made for him.

He plunged
himself into her, each thrust bringing a strangle cry of pleasure from deep
within her. Joan’s head was thrown backwards, her back arched and breasts
straining towards him. He suckled her nipples as he brought himself deeper and
deeper inside of her. Their rhythm increased in force until he felt her muscles
clamp down around his erection, squeezing and pumping him. He thrust into her
one final time and cried out his pleasure as he reached orgasm, shooting his
hot, sticky cum deep inside of her. His body stiffened, then jerked and spasmed
as the ecstasy overwhelmed him.

Panting,
breathless, Adam opened his eyes. He had shot his load all over his stomach, so
he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to clean himself up. The world, his
room, seemed empty without Joan there with him. He pulled up his shorts and lay
back down, sighing.

He would
see her tomorrow. That would have to do. And maybe, someday, he would get to
share that experience with her. There was nothing in the world he wanted more.

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