“Yeah, I…I definitely need this tonight.” Jo exhaled a shaky breath as she laced her fingers with Amelia’s. “I didn’t put it on the form, but can we do something a little different this time?”
Amelia frowned. She hadn’t expected any kind of curveball tonight. “Of course. What did you have in mind?”
“Could we try some roleplaying?”
Huh. That’s new. Amelia wasn’t opposed to the idea, though. “If that’s what you need, absolutely. Was there something in particular you wanted to try?”
“Y-yes.” Jo’s voice wavered. “There’s this woman that I can’t have. Her name is Amelia. Would you…be her for me?”
Amelia froze where she stood, one hand curling into a fist at her side. Jo’s words echoed around the room, but Amelia’s heart clenched so violently in her chest that she was sure she was going to cry.
Still, Jo stepped forward, entirely oblivious to who she was speaking to. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but we can’t be together. It’s complicated, and I just…fuck, Iwanther more than anything.”
Amelia tried to steady her breathing, but she was on the brink of falling apart.
“I see her,” Jo whispered as her fingers brushed the hem of Amelia’s robe. “When I close my eyes, when I’m touching myself. I see her in every woman who isn’t her…and I can never have her.”
Amelia couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to silence Jo right now before she said something that would ruin the moment completely. Given that this was the last time she’d ever be with Jo like this, she couldn’t risk that. Not when Jo was opening up to her and almost begging her to be…well, herself. She reached out a trembling hand and pulled Jo into her arms. “I can be whoever you want me to be, Jo.”
Jo’s mouth brushed Amelia’s ear. “I crave to touch her. I ache to watch her fall apart for me. I want to bury my face between her legs and make her beg. But most of all, I want to tell her she’s not too complicated or too off limits. I want her to know that she’s the only woman I think about, and it’s driving me fucking insane.”
Amelia was drowning in everything Jo had just said.
The ache.
The truth.
The unbearable sweetness of it all.
She guided Jo down to the mattress and straddled her waist. “Maybe she knows already, but since we’re not so sure, maybe you can show me what she means to you.”
Jo moaned as Amelia leaned down and captured her mouth with a kiss that wasnothinglike Lia’s usual kisses. It was deeper, hungrier, and messier…and it was filled with everything they weren’t saying.
Jo’s hands gripped Amelia’s thighs, roaming up beneath her robe. As Jo’s mouth found her neck, Amelia let out a shaky breath and said, “Tell me what you’d do to her if you could. All of her. Don’t hold back.”
“I’d undress her slowly,” Jo whispered. “I’d pin her down and kiss every last inch of her body…but tasting her is all I want to do. It keeps me awake at night, imagining her pussy on the tip of my tongue.”
Amelia’s hips rolled instinctively.
“I’d hold her down and fuck her slowly, gazing into her eyes while she came for me.” Jo whimpered when Amelia sucked on her neck. “I want her to lose control just once. I want her to feel worshipped. Shedeservesto feel worshipped.”
Amelia let out a choked breath. “What does this woman mean to you, Jo?”
She heard Jo swallow, she felt her briefly pause, and then… “She means the world to me. I-I’m in love with her.”
Before Amelia had time to process what Jo had just said, her lips were on her again, rougher this time. As though airing that confession had sparked something inside of Jo. Amelia pushed it to the back of her mind, refusing to let the words settle into the fragile corners of her chest. Not here. Not now. Later, she would collapse under the weight of them. Later, she would cry herselfinto silence. But right now, she was Lia, and Jo was pressing her back into the mattress with kisses that tasted too much like desperation and need.
Amelia arched into her, her robe slipping open with little resistance. The brush of Jo’s palms against her bare waist made her tremble, and then Jo froze as she whispered, “God, you feel like I imagined she would.”
Amelia closed her eyes as she murmured, “Then take what you’ve imagined.” She guided Jo’s hand higher, over her ribs, until her fingers found the curve of her breast. Jo moaned low in her throat as she brushed her thumb over Amelia’s nipple.
“I’d never stop touching her,” Jo whispered against Amelia’s collarbone. “I don’t think Icouldever stop touching her.”
Amelia’s nails dug into Jo’s back as her robe fell open fully. She wanted to tell Jo she didn’t have to stop. She wanted to scream that she was here—the woman she loved was right here—ready to be touched, to be devoured, to be adored. Instead, she lifted Jo’s chin and kissed her, then drew back and said, “Show her, Jo. Showmeeverything.”
Jo hesitated, her hands trembling as they slid down Amelia’s body and parted her thighs. The dark pressed in thick and unyielding, but Amelia could feel the worship in Jo’s touch, the tentative reverence of a woman finally claiming a fantasy she thought could never be real.
Jo shifted lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down Amelia’s stomach. Every time Jo’s lips touched her skin, Amelia felt another shard of her heart splinter. She knew this couldn’t last, she knew the lie of it would crush them both, but she couldn’t pull away.
