Amelia tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Jo sucked harder and fucked her deeper, until Amelia shattered with a cry loud enough to break the windows. Jo lapped it all up, prolonging the pleasure until Amelia tugged her up by the hair and pulled her into a messy kiss.
They broke apart, their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath, but the fire wasn’t out yet. Jo needed more. She wantedeverythingAmelia had to offer. She guided Amelia back and turned her until her hands were braced against the dining table.
“Jo, I?—”
“Stay there.” Jo quickly reached into her overnight bag and pulled out the strap-on she’d brought with her. She stepped into the harness, set herself up, and smiled when she caught Amelia’s eye. “You want this?”
“Oh, my.” Amelia took her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched Jo slick the toy with her own arousal. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“I said…” Jo moved closer and pressed the tip between Amelia’s lips. “Do you want this?”
“Please,” Amelia begged, pushing back as she whimpered.
Jo thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying the full length inside Amelia. They both groaned at the stretch, but Amelia’s walls immediately gripped the silicone tight, her overly sensitive body on the brink of another orgasm. Jo set apunishing pace, her hands on Amelia’s hips, pulling her back onto each deep stroke.
“Harder.” Amelia reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as Jo fucked her. “Mm. Right there. Make me come again.”
Jo complied, sliding one hand up and wrapping it around Amelia’s throat. She picked up her pace, gave Amelia everything she had, and sent her over the edge once again. Amelia gushed over the toy, forcing it out of herself as she slumped forward, her body quaking.
“O-oh.” She held herself up, gripping the table hard when Jo slid back inside without warning. “Fuck…I?—”
Jo chased her own release from the friction against her clit with each thrust. When it hit, she ground deep, riding the waves while Amelia drew every sensation from her.
When they finally slowed, panting and spent, Jo pulled out slowly and wrapped her arms around Amelia from behind. She kissed her shoulder, smiling against her sticky skin. “That takeout food better be good.” Jo sighed. “Because I’m starving now.”
“It will be.” Amelia turned in her arms, those dark eyes sparkling. “But…round two after we eat?”
Jo grinned. “Count on it.”
Amelia curledinto Jo’s side, the warm lull of wine and leftover candlelight settling between them as life out on the street drifted in through the slightly open window. The takeout boxes had been cleared away, their second glass of red still sat half full on the coffee table, and Jo’s thumb was tracing lazy circles over Amelia’s bare stomach where the hem of her tank top had ridden up.
After what they’d shared on Jo’s arrival, it was a different kind of intimacy this evening.
Slower.
More at ease.
Like their bodies knew they didn’t need to rush anymore.
“You’re comfortable,” Jo said quietly, her cheek resting against Amelia’s temple. “I could get used to this.”
Amelia lifted her head and smiled. “Us?”
“Mm.” Jo touched a hand to Amelia’s cheek. “Us being lazy after dinner. The whole thing.”
Amelia’s heart ached in a way she wasn’t quite used to yet. This feeling of being held, wanted, and loved was still new. But it wasn’t fragile. It didn’t feel like it might break if she breathed too deeply. Jo had held her in the dark and now in the light, and somehow, the world hadn’t ended. Here, she felt completely safe. “I could get used to it, too.”
Amelia’s hand drifted up under Jo’s top, her fingertips grazing over the slope of her waist, then the curve of her ribs. Jo inhaled sharply, her hand stilling on Amelia’s thigh. “I thought we were being lazy.”
Amelia pushed herself up, resting her forearm across the top of the couch behind Jo’s head. “Iambeing lazy.” She dipped her head and kissed the corner of Jo’s mouth. “I’m also very, very attracted to you.”
Jo tucked Amelia’s hair behind her ear. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” The ache that hadn’t quite left her since Jo had walked through the door came back all over again. “I’m thinking that I should probably do something about it…”
Jo slid her arm around Amelia’s back and urged her closer. Their lips met again, eliciting a low moan from Jo as Amelia’s tongue brushed against hers.
“God, you drive me insane.”
