“I hope you ordered something spicy.” Jo slid her hands beneath Amelia’s tank top and dragged her nails down her skin. “Because this is about to get very hot.”
Amelia shivered. “Baby, you havenoidea.”
Jo kissed her before another word could pass between them. A kiss that tasted of hunger and home all at once. Her hands gripped Amelia’s waist, pulling them flush together, and then she pressed a thigh between Amelia’s legs. The sound she made, that breathless moan, had wetness gathering between her own thighs.
“Fuck, Jo…” Amelia’s fingers slid into Jo’s hair, tugging gently. “I missed you today.” Amelia spun them, switching their positions so that it was Jo’s back hitting the edge of the counter this time, her T-shirt tugged over her head in one fluid motion. “You’ve ruined my ability to think,” Amelia whispered as she placed kisses down Jo’s neck. “I had aperfectlynormal evening planned.”
Jo whimpered when Amelia grazed a thumb over her nipple. “Normal is overrated.”
Amelia’s hands slid lower, gripping the backs of Jo’s thighs and hoisting her effortlessly onto the counter, their mouths meeting again with a ferocity that left Jo breathless.
“Right now,” Amelia pulled back and gazed into her eyes. “I’m going to make you forget anyone that came before me.”
Jo held Amelia’s jaw in her palm and smiled. “You already have.”
Amelia’s eyes darkened at Jo’s words. She captured her mouth again, the kiss deep and demanding, their tongues sliding together in a slick rhythm that mirrored the ache building between them. Amelia’s hands roamed up Jo’s sides, her thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, before cupping them and squeezing hard enough to draw a gasp from Jo.
“Good.” Amelia nipped at her bottom lip, then slowly moved down her throat. She sucked gently, branding Jo’s skin, her delicate fingers pinching at Jo’s aching nipples.
Jo arched into her touch, fisted her hands in Amelia’s tank top, and yanked it up and over her head. The fabric hit the floor, leaving Amelia’s breasts bare, her nipples already taut with anticipation. Her gaze lowered, hunger flaring deep inside of her as she took in the sight. She leaned forward, latched onto one nipple, and sucked hard.
Amelia moaned, her head falling back as she threaded her fingers through Jo’s hair to hold her in place. “Y-yes, just like that.”
Jo slowly released Amelia’s nipple, a filthy grin spread on her lips as she lifted her head and watched Amelia for a moment. “You’re soaked already, aren’t you?”
“Maybe you should find out for yourself.”
She slipped a hand inside Amelia’s joggers, taking the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth when she found no sign of underwear. She teased lower, watching a range of emotions cross Amelia’s face, her pussy drenched and aching for more. “Fuck, babe.” Jo circled her clit, pressing firmly until Amelia bucked against her hand, a sharp cry escaping her lips. “Mm. That’s it.”
“S-shit.” Amelia clenched her jaw, her hips rocking forward and grinding against Jo’s palm. “I don’t want to come until I’ve tasted you.”
Amelia drew back suddenly and dragged Jo’s jeans down her thighs, exposing her slick underwear. Amelia hooked her fingers over the waistband and practically tore them from Jo’s body. Now fully bare from the waist down, Jo spread her legs wider on the counter, inviting Amelia closer.
Amelia dipped her head without hesitation, her hands gripping Jo’s thighs to spread them further. She looked up, her eyes locked on Jo’s as she leaned in, that breath hot and ragged against her inner thigh. “So fucking beautiful.”
Before Jo could respond, Amelia dragged her tongue up in a slow, flat line from her entrance to her clit, lapping up her wetness. Jo’s hands slammed against the counter, her body jolting at the first contact. “F-fuck!”
Amelia didn’t hold back. She sucked Jo’s clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue in tight circles as she pushed two fingers inside her aching pussy.
Jo moaned, her hips lifting to meet each lick and thrust as the kitchen filled with the delicious sound of Amelia’s mouth working her over…slurping and sucking, her fingers pumping in and out without mercy.
“Babe, I-I…oh, fuck, I’m close.” Jo tangled one hand in Amelia’s hair, the other braced against the counter to keep her from jolting off it.
Amelia hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through Jo’s entire being. She added a third finger, stretched Jo’s pussy wider, and fucked her harder. The moment her tongue lashed relentlessly against her clit, Jo’s thighs trembled, and her orgasm crashed through her. Her walls clenched around Amelia’s fingers, her arousal coating Amelia’s hands and chin. “Mm. So fucking good.”
“A-Amelia.” Jo pressed a hand to the top of Amelia’s head, but she drew out every shudder until Jo slumped back against the counter, gasping. “Oh, God…”
Amelia slowly eased out, licked her fingers clean, and stepped out of her joggers. “There isnothingin this world that makes me happier than watching you come.”
Jo slid off the counter on shaky legs and turned them so Amelia’s back was to it. She dropped to her knees and whispered, “Spread for me.”
Amelia obeyed and parted her lips. Pink, swollen, and twitching with need as arousal dripped down, begging for Jo’s tongue.
Jo dove in eagerly, lapping at her entrance before sucking her clit between her lips. Amelia’s hands gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles white as Jo’s mouth devoured her. When Jo eased two fingers inside her, Amelia’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking wildly as she fucked Jo’s face…chasing her release.
“That’s it, baby. Deeper…fuck me harder.” Amelia pinched at her own nipple, twisting it roughly and whimpering. “God, you fuck me so good.”
Jo added a third finger and curled them just right, her lips enveloping Amelia’s clit as she tasted her fully. The combined assault had Amelia writhing, her walls squeezing around the intrusion.
