The relentless lashing of the woman’s tongue, coupled with her slender fingers inside was too much to take. The feather traced up Jo’s stomach and across her nipples until she was begging for more, gasping and trembling as one hand fisted in the sheet beneath her. Her orgasm ripped through her, shattering every opinion she’d ever had of herself. She cried out, falling apart around the woman’s fingers deep inside her, enjoying the way she coaxed everything Jo had to offer. As she trembled, the woman pulled her closer, stroking Jo’s hair and soothing her as she rode out the aftershocks.
For the first time in months, Jo didn’t feel worthless. She felt alive. She felt wanted. Callum’s betrayal faded away as she lay in the warmth of the stranger’s arms, replaced by the knowledge and understanding that shediddeserve this. Pleasure. Jo turned her face and pressed it to the woman’s shoulder, smiling against her skin. Here, in the darkness of the room, she had found something she thought she had lost.
Herself.
The woman tilted Jo’s face towards her and pressed a kiss just beneath her ear as she whispered, “You taste like heaven.”
Jo shivered. Nobody had ever said that to her before. At least, not like that. Callum had never touched her or looked at her like she was something to be worshipped. And then a hand slid between Jo’s thighs again, coaxing a moan from her lips before she could suppress it. She wasn’t done. Not even close. The fire that had taken root in her belly earlier was growing at a speed she couldn’t comprehend.Fuck! Who is this woman?
“I want you to fall apart again,” that gentle voice murmured. “Fuck, you have the most delicious moan.”
Jo’s breath caught. She turned towards the voice, still blindfolded and still lost in the dark, but she didn’t hesitate. “Please.”
The woman guided Jo to sit up, straddling her lap in a single, fluid movement. Jo’s hands, trembling but eager, explored the contours of the woman’s body, her bottom lip caught between her teeth when those confident hips shifted forward. Jo guided a hand between the stranger’s legs, her breath catching at just how slick and ready she was. “Touch me.”
Jo obeyed, her fingers stroking over her clit. The low, throaty moan she received in response spurred her on, and she quickly found a rhythm, losing herself in the pace and the wet heat building beneath her fingers. The woman rocked against her hand, and when her mouth found Jo’s again, it was urgent…desperate. Their tongues clashed, their teeth grazed, and their hands roamed with a kind of hunger Jo hadn’t known she possessed. God, every breath they took felt shared right now.
“I want you inside me again,” Jo hadn’t planned to say that out loud. Truth be told, she hadn’t even known she’d wanted it. But the moment she’d felt that aching emptiness between her legs, she knew she needed it all over again. “Please…”
The stranger reached for something—Jo felt the movement and heard a faint rustle away from her—and then she was being eased back onto the bed, the satin robe still clinging to her shoulders. The mattress dipped, and then Jo felt the delicious pressure of something firm teasing between her soaked lips.
“Breathe,” the woman whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Jo breathed in and opened herself to whatever was about to happen. And then the exhilarating slide of the strap filled her inch by inch. Her fingers clutched the woman’s waist, guiding her deeper, anchoring Jo to the moment.
The rhythm started slow, and those long, deep thrusts had Jo almost seeing stars behind the blindfold. She arched her back as every stroke ignited something new, but every grind of their hips only sent her closer to the edge all over again.
“Harder!” Jo begged. “Please, fuck me harder.”
The woman obliged, driving into her with impressive control, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing softly in the enclosed space. One hand slipped between them and found Jo’s clit again, rubbing tight circles in time with the thrusts that were now relentless.
Jo shattered again. Only this time, it was violent. Her cry tore through the room as her body writhed beneath the stranger, her limbs trembling uncontrollably as pleasure ripped through every inch of her. The woman fucked Jo through her orgasm, dragging every ounce of sensation from her spent body until Jo was drenched in sweat and slick with satisfaction.
When the movement slowed and finally stilled, the woman eased out of her, lay down beside her, and pulled Jo into the curve of her body. Nobody in this world hadevergiven Jo such a night to remember. She also suspected nobody could ever top what she’d just experienced.
Trying to remain composed, Jo allowed herself to be swept up in the afterglow and everything she was feeling.
For the first time in years, Jo didn’t feel like someone waiting to be chosen. In this room, with this woman, she already had been.
Though Amelia’shand was steady as she traced gentle circles over Jo’s bare shoulder, her mind was racing. She hadn’t meant for this to happen. Certainly not here, and absolutelynotlikethis. With Jo blindfolded, and anonymity protecting Amelia in this moment. But as soon as Jo had stepped into the club and ultimately chosen to spend her evening inside this dark room, Amelia had known what the outcome would be.
She allowed herself a moment to soak up what was happening here. The knowledge that Jo’s body was pressed against her. Amelia had held this secret for so long that it felt as though the guilt eating away at her was second nature now. All those nights lying awake, her mind conjuring up Jo’s laughter and her gorgeous smile. It was forbiddenandridiculous, yet those thoughts were never quite gone.
And now Jo lay here, wrapped up in her arms, with no idea who she was in this room with. Amelia’s stomach lurched. The longing, the wonder, and the guilt were all tangled up inside of her. She had dreamed of touching this woman for so long, and now that it had happened, Amelia warred with herself. She couldn’t reveal who she was. Not now, and not here.
Jo shifted a little, her fingers lightly brushing the inside of Amelia’s wrist. “Thank you,” Jo whispered, unaware of who she’d given herself to. “I really mean that.”
A deep ache settled in Amelia’s chest. She had spent the last six months wondering if she could confess everything, and even now, she still didn’t know the answers. Instead, she pressed a kiss to Jo’s hair, lingering as she inhaled her scent. God, she’d craved a moment like this. “You’re so beautiful.”
She recalled the years she’d known Jo, watching her in the kitchen with Callum. She had always seemed so bright and full of life. Amelia had told herself it was only admiration, that what she felt was some strange maternal pride along with happiness for the woman her son had chosen to be with, but when the breakup came—so ugly and desperately sad—Amelia had mourned the loss of Jo in her daily life far more than she cared to admit. Yes, they still met up now and then for coffee, butthiswaswhere she wanted to be with Jo. If she couldn’t have anything deep and meaningful with her, then she would allow herself this.
Jo sat up a little, and though Amelia couldn’t see her face, she knew she was smiling. “Can I take off the blindfold now?”
Panic rose throughout Amelia. She had been coming into this room for many years now, so why did she wonder if Jo would be able to make out her facial features? She couldn’t, it wasn’t even possible to see a hand in front of her face, but the darkness had a funny way of playing tricks with you.
“Of course.” Amelia was careful to keep the tone of voice she’d used when Jo entered the room. It was clear she hadn’t realised who it was speaking, and if that kept the mystery for a while longer, then Amelia would do whatever she could to maintain this…alter ego. “This is your first time here?”
“It is,” Jo said into the darkness, her voice as soft as ever. “I couldn’t have picked anyone better to experience my first time here with.”
