Jo’s breath caught when Amelia guided her towards the chaise along the opposite wall to the bed. Amelia had memorised every square metre of this room within the first few weeks of being here, so now, she could see the layout in the dark. She lowered Jo, then dropped to her knees as she spread her legs.
“Well?”
“In the dark…I’m me.” Jo spoke barely above a whisper, sending a shiver down Amelia’s spine. Here, Jo felt like herself.Here, she knew she was safe. That meant a great deal to Amelia. “In the dark, I don’t see the flaws, and I don’t think about what the man I loved didn’t see in me.” Jo reached out and traced her fingertips over Amelia’s lips. “Here, in the dark, I feel wanted.”
Amelia wanted to cry. She pushed Callum from her mind, leaned in, and kissed the nape of Jo’s neck. “You’re beautiful, and you deserve to be happy.”
“What’s your name?” Jo asked as she lowered a hand and forced Amelia’s bra over her nipple. She dipped her head, tracing a path down to the already hardened bud, and sucked it into her mouth.
“O-oh, shit.” Amelia clenched her jaw. It wasn’t often that the women who came into this room wanted to pleasure her first. But Jo… Oh, she was something else entirely.
“I need a name,” Jo whispered as she blew gently against Amelia’s nipple. “I need to know who I’m going to come for.”
Amelia leaned in and captured Jo’s lips in a heated, passionate kiss. The benefit she had here was that Jo had no idea just how hot and steamy it could get in these rooms. She didn’t need to hold back, and she didn’t need to go slow. This club was all about fantasy, desire, and ultimately…pleasure. She threaded her hands through Jo’s hair, slipping her tongue into her mouth without a second thought. Amelia drew back, breathless, and whispered, “Lia.”
Why? Because it was the closest thing to her own name without making it so obvious.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Jo leaned back but brought Amelia in with her. Their bodies pressed together, but Amelia needed more. She needed to be on top of Jo, inside her too, while familiarising herself with everything this woman was. She didn’t know when it would be the last time, so she had to anticipatethisbeing the last time…until it wasn’t.
“You want the same as last night?”
Jo held Amelia’s chin in her hand. “I want to touch you.”
Amelia practically melted against Jo. She would love nothing more than to climb into bed tonight knowing this woman had been inside her again. But was that the right thing to do? Amelia pondered it for a split second, but ultimately, her arousal took over. She rose to her feet, removed her lingerie, then lowered herself on top of Jo.
“You’re wet,” Jo whispered into the silence of the room. “And I’m dying to feel you.”
“Trust me, I’ve been wet since the moment you walked through the curtain.” Amelia rolled her hips against Jo. “It’s hard not to feel that way when I know how beautiful you are.”
Jo gripped Amelia’s hips and forced her own up against her. “Fuck.”
As Amelia repositioned herself, she felt Jo’s slender fingers probing between her legs. She straddled her, offering her a little more access, and threw her head back when Jo entered her without a second thought. “Oh, God, Jo. Y-yes!”
“I don’t know what turns me on more. How tight you are…or hearing you moan my name.” Jo sat up and took a nipple between her lips, sucking gently and rolling the tip of her tongue over it.
Amelia ground down against Jo’s fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as each thrust hit that sweet spot. Her head fell forward, her lips brushing Jo’s temple. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Jo added a second finger and curled them, as though her body knew Amelia’s and they’d done this a hundred times before. “You feel perfect.” Jo moaned, her voice rough against Amelia’s throat. “Sofuckingperfect.”
Amelia whimpered as her fingers tightened in Jo’s hair. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s the point.” Jo kissed a path across Amelia’s collarbone, her free hand drifting up the length of Amelia’s back. “Go on. Give it to me.”
With her eyes squeezed shut and her body writhing above Jo’s, Amelia gave in to the building wave about to crash through her. Her climax hit her hard as she cried out Jo’s name in sheer ecstasy. Her thighs trembled around Jo’s hips, her fingernails digging into her shoulders as she held on for dear life. “O-oh, fuck!”
Jo slowed her pace and kissed the underside of Amelia’s jaw, soothing her with soft touches and slow kisses. “That was beautiful.” Amelia felt Jo smile against her. “Youare beautiful, whether I can see you or not.”
Still panting, Amelia reached down and guided Jo’s hand out of her. She kissed her knuckles tenderly before bringing Jo’s fingers to her own lips. She sucked them into her mouth, slow and intentional, listening for Jo’s reaction in the darkness.
“Jesus.” Jo groaned, her grip tightening around Amelia’s waist. “You’re going to ruin me.”
Amelia smiled to herself and pushed Jo down flat against the chaise. “I believe I’m almost there.” She shifted to kneel between Jo’s legs and lowered her mouth to Jo’s inner thigh, pressing gentle kisses to her skin as Jo spread her legs further.
“Y-you don’t have to—” Jo’s breath caught when Amelia slowly licked the length of her pussy. “Shit.”
“I want to,” Amelia whispered, aware that her voice was close to breaking. “I don’t know when our last time will be…so, I want to. Ineedto.”
Amelia buried herself between Jo’s thighs, one arm looped around to hold Jo in place, the other bracing her weight. She licked and sucked; her rhythm unrelenting as the tip of her tongue circled Jo’s clit just the way she knew Jo liked it. It didn’ttake long for Jo to start falling apart, not when her body arched, and her hands buried themselves in Amelia’s hair.
