“You asking,” she said quietly, “that already feels good.”
“So… yes?” Jamie asked tentatively.
“Definitely yes,” Erin replied without hesitation.
Jamie pressed her palm lightly against Erin’s chest, easing her back a step as her eyes finally took in the room around them. It was plain and simple, much like Erin herself, but still managed to feel warm, lived-in, and safe.
She nudged Erin toward the bed until the backs of her legs brushed the edge of the mattress, forcing her to sit. Jamie remained standing for a beat, tilting Erin’s chin up with one hand so she could look down into those steady brown eyes.
Then she climbed onto the bed, knees settling on either side of Erin’s thighs as she straddled her. Wrapping her arms around Erin’s neck, Jamie pulled her close again, their mouths meeting in a series of fierce, hungry kisses that burned away any lingering hesitation.
Jamie slid her hands to Erin’s shoulders, pushing the fabric of her shirt down and off with deliberate care. The movement left Erin sittingin little more than her sports bra, and for a moment Jamie just let herself take in the sight.
Erin’s hands, which had been steady at Jamie’s waist, seemed to catch up to the reality of the moment. Her palms began to roam, tracing slow paths up and down Jamie’s sides, mapping every curve with a reverence that made Jamie’s breath catch.
Erin’s touch grew bolder, her hands sliding higher until they brushed the hem of Jamie’s shirt. She paused just long enough to search Jamie’s face, and when Jamie nodded, Erin pushed the fabric upward with steady hands.
The shirt lifted to reveal the bra Jamie had chosen that morning with a quiet, reckless kind of hope. The dark lace was prettier than anything she usually wore, a secret little signal to herself that maybe tonight could turn into something more.
The hesitation Jamie had felt in Erin’s touch all night seemed to vanish in an instant. The careful, tentative woman who had asked permission at every turn gave way to the Erin Jamie had seen behind a podium: certain, commanding, unflinching. Her hands no longer hovered but claimed, steady and sure, and the intensity in her eyes left no room for doubt.
Erin’s arms tightened around Jamie’s middle, pulling her closer until her mouth found the soft curve above the lace. She kissed along the swell with growing confidence, then let her teeth graze lightly against the sensitive skin. The sharp edge of it dragged a surprised sound from Jamie’s throat before she could stop herself.
Jamie realized she didn’t have to stay caught up in Erin’s lead. Heat surged through her, and with a sudden burst of confidence she pressed her hands to Erin’s shoulders and pushed her back, firm enough that Erin fell onto the bed with a soft thud.
Erin propped herself on her elbows, eyes glinting with something sharp and playful. A slow smile spread across her face, the kind that dared Jamie forward.
Try me,that look seemed to say.
Jamie surged forward, shifting from her seated perch to cover Erin’s body with her own. She slid one leg between Erin’s, pressing gently, just enoughto draw a soft reaction. Erin’s eyes fluttered closed as her head tipped back against the bed, surrendering to the sensation.
Seizing the moment, Jamie lowered her mouth to Erin’s skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the line of her chest and across her stomach. Each touch felt deliberate, reverent, her path leading steadily toward the dip of Erin’s belly button.
Jamie’s hand slid up to cup the swell of Erin’s breast, massaging gently until she felt the soft peak respond beneath the thin fabric of her sports bra. When it hardened under her touch, Jamie hooked her fingers under the edge of the bra and tugged it down, baring Erin completely.
She lowered her head without hesitation, closing her mouth over the exposed skin and flicking her tongue lightly across the nipple. Erin’s sharp inhale was all the encouragement Jamie needed to keep going.
Jamie slipped her other hand beneath the edge of the bra, slowly pushing it upward. Erin tensed, her fingers catching Jamie’s wrist to stop her.
“If it’s all right, I’d like to keep this on,” she said softly, her eyes flicking away as if she were embarrassed to ask.
Jamie stilled, then drew her hand back, her gaze locking onto Erin’s. “Baby…” The word slipped out before she could second-guess it, warm and certain on her tongue. Erin’s eyes flicked back to hers at the sound, surprise flashing there, followed quickly by something softer.
Jamie gave her a small, reassuring smile. “This is about you just as much as it’s about me. Whatever makes you comfortable, that’s what I’m here for.”
“In that case…” Erin’s voice had dropped, low and sure, as her hands settled firmly on Jamie’s shoulders. In one swift motion she hooked her leg around Jamie’s and used the leverage to roll them over, pressing Jamie back against the mattress until Erin was the one on top.
The shift left Jamie breathless, her body pinned beneath the sudden weight and heat of Erin’s. Surprise sparked through her, followed fast by exhilaration at the confidence blazing in Erin’s eyes.
As Erin’s mouth moved down Jamie’s chest, her fingers found the clasp at Jamie’s back. A quick flick, and the bra came free.
Jamie gasped when cool air hit her skin, her hands sliding up Erin’s arms,urging her closer.
Erin looked up briefly, searching her face for hesitation. Jamie’s answering nod was small but certain. Erin’s breath warmed her skin a moment before she closed her mouth around Jamie’s nipple, teeth grazing in a deliberate bite.
Jamie moaned, the sound raw and unrestrained, her body melting under Erin’s touch, pliant and soft in her hands.
Erin’s hands slid down Jamie’s sides, firm and deliberate, until they reached the button of her pants. In one fluid motion she undid the button, tugged the zipper down, and slipped her hand inside. Her palm cupped Jamie with confident pressure, and a smirk curved across her lips at the wet heat she found there.
