Page 38 of Even If the Sky is Falling
Jones watched her. She didn’t know how long they had been in this room. She was pretty sure her phone was already dead and she didn’t want to ruin the moment any further by asking Dianna to check hers. If they didn’t die, they could be free in the next few moments. She didn’t know if Dianna wanted to be friends when it was over. This might be her last chance to make an impression, to change her life.
“I want to,” Jones said with a nod. She swallowed, a loud gulp filling the space between them.
“Okay,” Dianna said.
She released Jones’s hands and settled them on Jones’s waist. Slowly, she began to lift her T-shirt.
“You’re a Rooney fan?” Dianna said, trying to keep Jones just distracted enough to relax, but not so distracted that she wasn’t aware of her boundaries.
“Not at all,” Jones laughed.
Dianna’s eyebrow lifted in question.
“It was my ex-boyfriend’s,” Jones explained, trying not to laugh at the irony of a woman taking off the shirt she had refused to return to her ex. It was her favorite—she had broken it in just right. And now she was letting a new person remove it. “He’s engaged now.”
She didn’t know why she added that part, but something about getting closer to Dianna, emotionally and physically, made her want to be honest. If you couldn’t tell the truth to the person sitting in your lap with your T-shirt gripped in their fingers, who could you tell the truth to?
“Oh,” Dianna said, the T-shirt rising even farther with the help of her fingers. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s no big deal,” Jones swallowed again. “I didn’t like him very much.”
Dianna stilled, and then her body fell against Jones with the heaviness of full belly laughter.
“It’s true,” Jones said, laughing with her. Dianna’s hair was pressed to her cheek, and she rubbed her face into it.
“Oh, I know it’s true,” Dianna giggled, straightening so that she could look Jones in the eye. “That’s what I like about you, J. You don’t hold anything back.”
Jones was the first to move now, crushing her lips hungrily against Dianna’s. They broke apart just long enough for Dianna to yank the T-shirt over Jones’s head, before their lips came back together. Dianna threw the shirt somewhere in the dark, caring little for where it landed as she sank her teeth into Jones’s bottom lip. Jones moaned into her mouth, setting Dianna ablaze. Dianna used both hands to cradle Jones’s face, holding her still as her tongue tentatively slipped through Jones’s lips.
They danced, their mouths knowing the choreography with little direction. Dianna lowered her hands down Jones’s back, releasing her bra, before slipping the straps off Jones’s shoulders. Where Dianna was sharp, Jones was smoothly curved. Dianna drank in the form of Jones’s body through her fingertips. She once again released Jones’s lips and let her mouth shadow her hands, keeping them fixated to each spot her hands brushed.
“Can we?” Jones asked, nearly breathless. Her words panted into the air as she attempted to catch her breath. She felt as if she had already run fourteen miles of a full marathon. She didn’t know how she would keep her heart beating for much longer without exploding.
“Yeah?” Dianna asked, though she continued grazing over Jones’s neck and shoulders.
Jones separated just long enough to gesture to the floor.
“Oh, yeah,” Dianna responded, scooting backward off Jones’s lap. She used the moments Jones took to lower herself to the floor to remove her own shirt.
Jones’s eyes followed her every movement. She flicked her tongue over her lips, now swollen and a bit raw to the touch.
Dianna lowered herself beside Jones, dragging her fingers down the space between Jones’s breasts and over her stomach. She traced them over the button of Jones’s jeans.
“What do you want to do?” Dianna asked. She knew what she wanted to do, but her reference book was probably a lot more stacked than Jones’s. She figured they would get through the basics. If they had time, she thought sadly. Please God, let them have time.
“What can we do?” Jones asked, curious. She wasn’t so lost that she hadn’t watched videos online or ventured into the WLW side of Wattpad stories, but she could only rely on her imagination for what was possible. Unfortunately, she had always had a limited imagination.
But Dianna did not.
“We can do anything,” Dianna answered.
Maintaining eye contact to make sure it was all right, she unbuttoned Jones’s jeans, pulling her underwear down along with them. Jones stomach stilled its rhythmic up and down motion. She had stopped breathing. Out of instinct, she covered her breasts with her hands, like she had been caught on camera on a nude beach and had suddenly changed her mind.
“Do you want me to stop?” Dianna asked, Jones’s jeans midway down her thighs already.
“No,” Jones breathed.
Dianna did not respond but continued undressing her. All Jones could think about as her feet were released from the fabric was that she was naked. Even with Warren, she rarely had sex naked. One, or both, of them would always still be in their shirts, just releasing the parts necessary to get the job done. She was surprised at how vulnerable she felt.
