“Show me.” Janie’s eyes were dark now, pupils blown wide. “Please show me.”
Solo stood and tugged Janie up with her. They moved throughthe quiet house toward their bedroom, and she was hyperaware of every sound. The creak of floorboards, their breathing, the rustle of clothes.
After she’d closed the door to their bedroom, Solo turned to face Janie, and the vision stole her breath. Janie was backlit by the late afternoon sun coming through the curtains, and she looked ethereal. Beautiful and heartbreakingly vulnerable.
“I don’t want to be gentle,” Janie said quietly. “I don’t want careful and tender. I need to feel alive. I need to feel something other than this weight in my chest.”
Solo understood the need to escape her own head through physical sensation; she’d been doing that for years before she met Janie, before she found a love that filled the hole in her heart. She understood the desire to be consumed by something other than doubt and an endless loop of negative thoughts. She kissed Janie hard, backing her toward the bed. “Tell me what you need.”
“You. All of you. And hard.”
They undressed each other quickly and with none of the slow reverence from the hotel nearly two weeks ago. This was urgent, almost frantic. Janie’s hands shook as she unbuttoned Solo’s jeans, and Solo nearly ripped Janie’s blouse in her haste to get it off.
When they were both naked, Solo pushed Janie onto the bed and crawled over her, pinning her wrists above her head as she moved. Janie arched up against her with a gasp, and a surge of power, desire, and overwhelming love coursed through Solo’s body like an electric shock. “You’re mine,” she rasped. “Mine to love and mine to protect. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Janie gasped, her breath already ragged. “I’ll always be yours.”
Solo released Janie’s wrists and made her way down Janie’s body with her lips, teeth, and tongue, marking a path from Janie’s throat to her breasts. Janie’s small, desperate sounds went straight to Solo’s core, and she ground her hips restlessly against Janie’s.
“Please,” Janie whispered. “Han, please…”
Solo moved lower and spread Janie’s legs wide. She looked up to meet Janie’s eyes. She was flushed and panting, her pupils so dilated her eyes looked black.
“I love you,” Solo said. “Please don’t forget that, not even for a second.”
Janie closed her eyes briefly and nodded. “Sometimes I just don’t know why.”
“Then let me show you.” Solo put her mouth on Janie, and Janie cried out loud enough that Solo was grateful the house was empty. She worked Janie’s core, listening to the sounds she made, feeling the way her body responded, and chased her pleasure, desperate for her actions to demonstrate the depth of her love.
Janie came hard and fast, her hands fisted in Solo’s hair as she arched off the bed. But Solo didn’t let up and kept going until Janie begged her to stop, oversensitive and trembling.
“I can’t,” Janie whispered.
“You can.” Solo looked up at her. “One more. Give me one more.” She slid her fingers inside and returned her mouth to Janie’s clit. It wasn’t long before Janie’s whole body went rigid then shattered apart again. Her orgasm was quieter and deeper, and Solo felt it in the way Janie’s entire body relaxed, like every bit of tension from the past few weeks ebbed away with the final soft shudders.
Solo crawled back up Janie’s body and gathered her close. She pressed kisses to her damp forehead, her flushed cheeks, and her trembling lips. “Okay?” she murmured.
“More than okay,” Janie said. “That was... God, that was exactly what I needed.”
Solo smiled, overly pleased with herself as she always was after making Janie come. It was one of those feelings that just never got old. “Good.”
They lay there for a while as Solo traced lazy patterns on Janie’s stomach. Janie’s breathing gradually evened out. Theafternoon light continued to shift and change, casting long shadows across their bed.
“Your turn,” Janie said eventually, shifting so she was fully facing Solo.
She inclined her head. “We don’t take?—”
“I want to.” Janie slipped her hand down, over Solo’s stomach and between her legs. “I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.”
Solo’s breath hitched at Janie’s touch. She was less urgent, more exploratory, like she was relearning Solo’s body, mapping out what made her gasp. She let herself get lost in it, in the pleasure, the intimacy, and the simple perfection of being with her wife like this.
She came with Janie’s name on her lips and Janie’s eyes locked on hers, and her orgasm rippled through not just her body but also her soul. This connection, their love, this partnership…it was everything. It was Solo’s whole world.
She flipped Janie onto her front and took her from behind, hard and quick, and Janie moaned into the pillow, muttering expletives and threatening bodily harm if Solo dared to stop. As if she would. One. Two. Solo stopped counting as Janie came over and over for her, pulling her in, demanding more, soaking up Solo’s stamina as if each orgasm energized Janie instead of draining her.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, sweaty, sated, and utterly spent.
“I don’t want to move,” Janie murmured against Solo’s shoulder. “I want to stay here forever.”
