Page 117 of The Wedding

Etta kicked aside her jacket that she had yanked off and let flutter to the ground.

“Look at you, my beautiful mess.” Etta did not touch her. She was too busy plucking the diamond belt off the floor and swinging it from her hand. “Desperate for me. How does that make you feel?”

Jamie’s wandering fingers found the fringe of the rug and clutched it for dear life. “Warm.”

“Warm?”

That was the first word she thought of, because it was all her senses would let her feel. Yes, she sensed everything on her skin, but it was mostly warm. Comforting. A strange thing to think given the context, but Jamiewas not exactly in her usual frame of mind.

She bent down, suddenly exhausted, but still careful not to make a mess of the now battered rug.I already cleaned up her desk today. Let’s not push it.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet, my flower.” Etta pulled the belt taut in her hands. She wrapped it around Jamie’s wrists, gingerly binding them together with sparkling diamonds. “You know how it works on nights like these.”

“Yes…” She was still dazed, a little confused, and definitely ready for more. Her body demanded it. “You’ll give me at least one more.” One more what? Orgasm, on either of their ends?Indeed.

“I will. In the bedroom. Get up.”

Jamie forced herself to her feet, wobbling on her high heels until Etta gave her permission to slip them off. With the diamond belt hanging from her wrists, Jamie was led into the bedroom, where Etta sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to stand before her.

Etta surveyed her, from disheveled hair to bare feet and all the torn fabric and red skin in between. “I’ve done quite the number on you so far today.” She leaned forward, resting upon her knees. “How many times have I been inside you? Twice?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Not enough, is it?”

“I’m always willing for you to do more, ma’am.”

“You are. I love that about you.” Etta rubbed her cheek, the motions of her fingers obscuring the smirk appearing. “Remove your clothing. I want to see you naked.”

How strange was it… that Jamie had undressed and been naked in front of this woman countless times, but still felt so timid right now? Etta was drinking up every inch of skin Jamie exposed, as if her body were made of precious gold and jewels.It’s not. It’s just flesh.Yet as she shed hertorn dress and let it pool at her feet, she knew Etta’s eyes went straight to her naked thighs and mound.Can she see how wet I am from how she’s fucked me twice today?The first time, she told her to make herself come. The second? She denied her the right, even though she was desperate to taste that facet of heaven.

The only item of clothing left on her body was the bra. Jamie pulled down one strap at a time, teasing Etta until all that was left was to unhook the back and let the whole thing fall to the floor. On a normal night, she would have thrown the bra right at her face, but tonight was not about asserting herself in any way. It was about being available, about serving her every need.

Whatever Etta was thinking regarding her appearance, it worked to make her open the nightstand, a sure sign that Jamie was about toget it. Somehow, I knew it was coming to this.Jamie gazed at the double-ended toy Etta grabbed. They didn’t use that one much. Mostly because it required penetration on Etta’s end as well, and preferred just clitoral stimulation.

Unlike Jamie, who could take anything, anywhere, and Etta knew that, didn’t she?

“You are gorgeous,” Etta said. “Completely naked before me.”

“I’m not naked.” Jamie’s soft voice was probably lost on her at first. Then Etta’s eyebrows went up, and she continued, “I’m wearing you, aren’t I?”

“So you are. Come here so I can get a better look.”

Jamie went to her, standing between her spread legs and wholly aware that Etta was still clothed while she wandered in the nude.I’m exposed physically. She’s exposing herself emotionally.When Jamie thought about it that way, it didn’t seem unequal at all.

Etta took one of her hands and held it while she studied her form, skin, and tiny hairs growing there. She also had a close-up of her lines, her wrinkles, and the bits of cellulite that had accumulated over the years. Jamiewas young, but she wasn’t immune to the effects of aging. While they made her feel insecure in her everyday life, she rarely felt anything but sexy in front of Etta’s hungry gaze. She didn’t see wrinkles – she saw the life she had lived. Her cellulite? Whatever. Every woman Etta had ever been with probably had cellulite somewhere, no matter how old or young they had been. Even Ms. Prissy Pants Adele had cellulite, Jamie would guess. Monique had it, or if she didn’t have much, she definitely would now that she was having such a big baby. Etta hadn’t cared about it when she was with them, so why would she care about it with Jamie? Hadn’t she declared her the most beautiful woman in the world?

“Exquisite. Every piece of you is absolutely perfect, my lovely flower.”

“That’s not true,” she whispered. Jamie wanted to avert her eyes, but this was her fiancée. Why would she have to look the other way when talking to her about such intimate things? “I have my flaws, like any woman.”

“You do, but your flaws are what make you beautiful. I don’t care about other women’s flaws. I care about how yours make you who you are.”

I was right…So her hips bulged a little. So her breasts sagged because gravity was a nasty thing. So what? Etta liked those things about her. They were a part of her physical character. There was no reason for her to find Jamie ugly, or find her undesirable. As long as Jamie wanted her in turn, they would have plenty of fun with or without the kink.

Right now, though, the kink was adding some much needed layers to Jamie’s life.

“I love you,” Etta reiterated. “Do you love me?”