Page 37 of Tell Me Your Desires

Jaime gripped the wheel, her nostrils flaring as she trailed Anya.

If the throbbing between her legs didn’t subside soon, she was going to lose her mind.

She shifted slightly, groaning when the pressure almost became too much.

Anya had left her high and not-so-dry, but she would have her moment.

Jaime had to. There wasn’t a single possibility she could function like a normal human being without relief. Relief that could only come from Anya.

She took a left, her heart rate spiking when Anya’s place came into view in the distance. Yes, Anya was going to hit the roof once they were face-to-face, but Jaime had to go to the club tonight. She had to put their plan in motion. A plan absolutely nobody other than Jaime was on board with.

Oh, God. Please don’t hate me.

The realization that Jaime may have gone too far was beginning to sink in.

The last thing she needed was Anya to really blow on her, given the fact that she still wasn’t on the best of terms with the very woman who had the power to sexually destroy her within a split second.

She’s already destroyed you. And what a time to be alive it was.

Anya pulled into her garage, cutting the engine and exiting her car before Jaime had even pulled into the driveway.

The fury was clear as Anya slammed her car door shut, her hands on her hips as she stared at Jaime through the windshield.

Jaime swallowed, not daring to smile at her.

Surely, that would just tip all of this over.

Instead, she calmed herself, cut the engine, and stepped out of her car. “Hi.”

To Jaime’s utter horror, Anya closed the garage door in her face.

Was that the equivalent of slamming the door and being told to fuck off?

Jaime couldn’t just leave, though. Not when she was feeling this way, and certainly not when Anya was pissed at her.

She’d already made that mistake once before.

So, she made her way to the front door and rang the doorbell with a trembling hand.

After a few moments of consideration, Anya wrenched open the door. “What the fuck were you doing at the club? Are you fucking insane, Jaime?!”

And there it is… “No, but—”

Anya held up a hand and scoffed. “I’m not doing this with you.

You could have gotten yourself killed tonight!

I don’t need that guilt on my conscience again!

” Of all the idiotic, stubborn, bullshit things to do!

After their session, Anya had time to think about why Jaime had shown up at the club.

None of the excuses she came up with made a lick of sense!

She turned her back, dismissing Jaime, and moved to close the door with determination in every motion. Anya was angrily muttering something under her breath, something Jaime wasn’t sure she wanted to hear. Still, she took a chance and blocked the door with her foot, wincing under the weight of it.

“Back off, Jaime,” Anya said, wondering why the hell she’d even opened the door. Because you care more than you want to admit. “Why did you even follow me home? What could we possibly have to talk about?”

Oh, no. No, no, no. Jaime couldn’t leave here until Anya had sorted some things out. Things that she had started back in her chamber. “Anya, wait!”

Anya narrowed her eyes at Jaime’s foot as though just giving it the evil eye would make it move. “Jaime—”

“No. Just wait.” The distance between them grew smaller.

Jaime’s hands itched to reach out and touch Anya in all of the right places, her knees weak as their eyes met.

“I needed to see you. Talk to you.” Jaime swallowed, aware that she was pushing her luck tonight.

“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. And t-the way we left things before…

” Jaime stepped closer again, wrapping a hand around the back of Anya’s neck. “Please, help me.”

Anya’s brows drew together. “Help you?”

“I need you. Please don’t ask me to leave.

” Jaime inched closer, dragging her bottom lip across Anya’s.

God, she tasted just as good as she had the last time they were together.

Jaime guided Anya inside, kicking the door shut as she forced her jacket off.

It fell to the floor as they stumbled their way towards the couch, Jaime’s mind cast back to the chamber and that desperate need to be touched as she was forced to watch Lady A fucking herself.

She dragged her mouth away, panting. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“I’m so angry with you.” Even as she said the words, she was holding on to Jaime, wanting to be kissed like that again. She hadn’t felt passion like it in years.

Yeah, Jaime knew Anya was angry. Still, she knew Anya wanted her just as much. Anya could deny it, could claim she was furious, but the way she kissed Jaime said otherwise. “You’re fucking hot when you’re angry.”

Jaime landed on the couch, courtesy of a shove against the shoulder from Anya.

She stared up at Anya, her luscious red hair a reminder of the very mask that beautiful face had hidden behind earlier.

Now she just needed that mouth on her… those hands wandering…

and Jaime would be writhing beneath Anya in no time at all.

No, really. The moment she touches you…you’re a goner.

“Anya, please.”

Anya smirked, stepping between Jaime’s legs. She didn’t speak, she didn’t give anything away, but that only turned Jaime on even more. Shit, she was a sucker for this woman, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Anya nodded towards the button on Jaime’s pants. “Take them off.”

Fuck, Jaime wasn’t sure she could do that quick enough.

She brought her trembling hands to the button, popping it and hooking her thumbs around the waistband.

She forced them down her legs, her gaze unwavering as she stared up at Anya.

Jaime made it quite clear that Anya had undone her in many ways, both as herself and as Lady A, and Jaime was well aware she wouldn’t be able to hold onto her sanity for much longer.

She needed something, anything, to get her through until they were together again.

Jaime’s chest heaved as her pants pooled at her ankles. She kicked them away, rolling her lips inward as she waited for further instruction.

Anya quirked a brow when Jaime sat impatiently in her shirt and boxer briefs.

She leaned down, drew a fingertip up Jaime’s bare thigh, and dipped her hand between her legs.

She pressed a finger between Jaime’s soaked lips, the heat expected given how much she had worked Jaime up.

“Mmm. Very wet.” She teased Jaime through the material, grinning when Jaime’s eyes slammed shut and her head pressed against the back of the couch. “ I think the boxers need to go, too.”

“F-fuck.” Jaime lifted her hips, her knuckles white where she gripped the couch. She needed a second longer to hold on. This couldn’t be over yet. “O-oh, fuck! Give me a minute to…”

“Lose them. NOW!”

Jaime forced them from her body, enamored by that look in Anya’s eyes. Desire. Pure, unadulterated desire. Oh, fuck. This woman was going to ruin her. Entirely. And as Jaime sat here, she couldn’t fucking wait!

Anya lowered herself to the floor, spreading Jaime’s legs. She took her bottom lip between her teeth, that fire in her eyes not lessening, and stroked her palms up and down Jaime’s thighs.

Just feeling Anya touching her had Jaime teetering on the edge. Thank God they’d already slept together. The last thing Jaime wanted was for Anya to think she couldn’t last more than a minute.

For a brief moment, Jaime wondered if Anya was going to do anything at all.

That was, until Anya wrapped her hands around Jaime’s thighs, pulled her closer to the edge of the couch, and spread her lips.

Jaime’s world almost exploded when Anya wrapped her lips around her clit, expertly teasing Jaime.

This woman knew how to fuck, but more than anything, she knew how to get Jaime going without even the slightest of touches.

The result of that… a mind-blowing orgasm.

“A-Anya, y-yes.” Jaime fisted her hand in Anya’s hair, urging her to offer just a little more. That heat built in the pit of her stomach, every swipe of the tongue pushing her closer towards the edge. “M-more.”

Anya eased two fingers inside Jaime, stars ready to explode behind her eyes at any moment.

Jaime gripped anything she could, aware that this was likely to be the climax of her life, and allowed whatever she was feeling to take over.

She didn’t want to wait. She didn’t want to hold off on anything with Anya…

she just wanted this. To feel. To enjoy. To come.

Anya leaned up and locked eyes with Jaime as she whispered, “Come for me, Jaime.”

That was all it took for Jaime to release around Anya’s fingers.

The way she spoke her name, that look in her eyes, Jaime rocked against Anya’s hand, drawing out every last second of her orgasm.

Jaime slumped back and panted, satisfied yet wanting so much more.

She blew her hair from her face and exhaled a long breath. “Fuck.”

Anya eased out of Jaime and shook her head slightly. “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know. I just… really? We’re going to do this right now?” Surely the chastising could wait for at least another minute. Maybe longer if Jaime was lucky. “Can I at least get my breath back?” A smirk played on Jaime’s lips, almost unravelling Anya. “Please?”

“Get dressed.” Anya collected Jaime’s pants and underwear from the floor and handed them over. “We have things to talk about.”

Jaime was still buttoning her pants as she followed Anya into the kitchen. She would never complain about what just happened between them, but Anya’s demeanour now was anything but… amorous.

“Are you hungry?”

Jaime focused on Anya’s ass as Anya rooted through the fridge. “Kinda. Then again, I’m not the one who just ate.”