But Jo didn’t flinch.
She stepped back, drinking her in with a look that made Amelia’s knees tremble.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Amelia pressed her hand to Jo’s chest, steadying herself. “Thank you for seeing me.”
“I seeallof you.” Jo gently pressed her lips to her collarbone, then slowly moved lower. “Let me take care of you.”
Jo lowered her onto the bed, covering her body with kisses so full of meaning that Amelia felt tears slip from the corners of her eyes. But this time, they weren’t tears of shame or fear or pain. They were tears of release.
Her body—this body—wasn’t being used.
It was being worshipped.
Jo kissed every inch of skin she could reach, whispering things Amelia wasn’t even sure she could comprehend in the moment. Affirmations. Adorations. Promises…Perhaps, or maybe just truths that had been buried under years of silence.
“I want to ruin you,” Jo whispered as she hovered over Amelia. “But not in the way you think. I want to ruin all the doubt and all the fear. I want to show you what it feels like to be wanted, not because you’re perfect, but because you’reyou.”
Amelia reached up and pulled Jo down to her, kissing her deeper than before and giving her everything. Her breath, her body, her scars. Her story.
When her fingers pressed between her soaked lips, Amelia arched her back as a sob caught in her throat.
This wasn’t anonymous. It wasn’t secret. It wasn’t survival.
This wasfreedom.
“F-fuck.” Amelia rocked against Jo’s fingers, aching to drag this night out until the end of time. “Oh, God.”
Her body was electric, sensitive in ways Amelia hadn’t remembered. Jo’s mouth found her collarbone, her sternum, her nipple, and as her tongue teased, Amelia felt alive.
Jo’s mouth travelled down her stomach, between the dips and curves that had always made Amelia feel less than, but tonight…every touch undid that lie.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long.” Jo spread Amelia’s lips and moaned. “You’re shaking.”
“I… It’s been a long time,” Amelia admitted, her breath ragged.
Jo paused and looked up. “Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no,” Amelia whispered, one hand now firmly in Jo’s hair. “God, no.Please, don’t stop.”
Jo kissed her inner thigh, that hot breath teasing Amelia towards the edge. “Then let me show you what it feels like to be loved.”
When Jo lowered her mouth and eased her fingers back inside, it took everything within Amelia to hold on for a second longer. She tightened her grip in Jo’s hair, thrust her hips upward, and enjoyed every single second of it.
Amelia arched with a gasp when Jo slid a third finger inside, her body responding before she could catch her breath. It wasn’t rough, and it wasn’t wild. It was slow and unrelenting as Jo’s tongue learned every reaction, every whimper, every tilt of her hips. Her hand palmed Amelia’s thigh like it was something delicate as she wrapped her lips around Amelia’s clit, and then Amelia broke. She didn’t cry because of shame this time. She cried because her body wasallowedto feel good. She cried because Jo didn’t flinch or recoil or ask her to be something she wasn’t.
“So warm and beautiful.” Jo moaned as she drew back and locked eyes with Amelia. “And all mine.”
“F-fuck, yes.” Amelia met every thrust of Jo’s fingers, her surroundings disappearing as she gave herself over entirely to the woman planted firmly between her legs…and in her heart. “H-harder.”
Jo moved back up Amelia’s body, braced one hand to the side of her head, and hit deeper with each sink of her fingers. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like hearing you come for me.”
“J-Jo.” Amelia’s breath grew ragged as her orgasm roared towards its peak. “It’s…I…oh, fuck, I—” Her hips lifted, and a sob escaped as Amelia came around Jo’s fingers, but Jo was right there with her, anchoring her to the moment. “S-shit. Oh, God.” Amelia collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling with broken gasps.
Jo brushed Amelia’s hair from her face with a featherlight touch and smiled down at her. “I’ve got you,” she whispered. “I’vealwaysgot you.”
Amelia turned to her, half-laughing, half-crying. “Nobody has ever touched me like that before.”
