Page 118 of The Wedding

“Of course I love you.” Jamie put her hand on Etta’s cheek. “I couldn’t have asked for a better woman in my life. Whether we role-play like this or go about our lives as usual, I’m happy to have you here.”

Etta grasped her wrist and pulled her arm down, eyes boring into hers. “Lie down on the bed. You’ve been so good all day, it’s only right that I give backto you.”

Adrenaline still pumped in Jamie’s veins after that grab.Sometimes when she’s forceful like that… it actually turns me on.Probably because she trusted her. Etta would never do anything to hurt her. Sure, she may hurt her feelings from time to time, because at the end of the day she was still a human being with faults and flaws of her own, but her intentions were always good and considerate. So when she grabbed Jamie like that? All she could think was her doing some other things rather… forcefully.

“I believe I told you to do something. Why aren’t you doing it?”

Jamie brought herself back to reality, although she was more than content to remain in her sweet fantasy, where Mistress Etta held her down on the bed and gave her the fuck she really deserved.I want to be screaming into the bed, my hands grabbing everything in reach and my whole body consumed by hers.

She crawled onto the bed now, ready to stay on her stomach but rolling onto her back with Etta’s not-so-gentle prodding. She thought Etta would take her. Own her. Be hard again and show her what she was truly made of.

Etta surprised her by pulling her legs open… and lowering her head between them.

Sometimes, she would close her eyes and go slow, in a near-worshiping motion that sent Jamie to another universe. Other times, like tonight, she kept her eyes open, staring in carefully controlled awe at her. Jamie groaned, both overtaken by Etta’s ability to fill her with endless pleasure and make her feel like this was one of the greatest honors she could receive.

It didn’t matter where her tongue went: inside her, on her clit, all around her folds where she was tickled and delighted… as long as Etta kept leveling her gaze at her, Jamie was aware that this was a gift. Her reward for being so good and gracious that day. The perfect sub. The perfect future wife… of someone who was currently the queen of cunnilingus.

She didn’t have to use her words to tell Jamie when to come. Her eyes said everything. Piercing. Determined.“Do it now.”

The orgasm was not the usual kind. It didn’t hit her – it seized her. Every neuron in her body was absconded to another plane of pleasure, where she shivered, shook, quivered, and let out the most blissful moan to ever fall from her lips. Etta’s tongue slammed inside her one moment and caressed her clit the next. When the former happened, Jamie groaned, fulfilled in ways she usually couldn’t from a tongue. When the latter occurred, she shrieked with the knowledge that she rode the crest of her wave.

Etta helped her come down by slowly lapping her folds, kissing her flesh, and rubbing her thighs. She broke eye contact, her nose following the length of Jamie’s leg, inhaling her scent as if it were the world’s finest aphrodisiac. Jamie, while sated, felt a second wind come for her already when Etta detached from her and finished taking off her shirt.

“Do you know what you taste like, my flower?” She could smell herself on Etta’s breath when she came to kiss Jamie’s mouth. “You have the sweetest nectar in the garden.”

The garden, huh?A fine metaphor for all the women Etta had plucked from the earth and had her way with. It was also totally, 100%, utterly her. Gardens. Flowers. Nature. Everything was earthly to a woman like Etta Coleman.

“I prefer the taste of your body, ma’am.” Jamie smiled against her lips. “If we’re being completely honest.”

“The best course is probably preferring each other over ourselves, yes.”

Jamie had to suppress a giggle, not that she had much energy for laughing right now.

“Sit still, my love. I’m going to make you come again.”

How could she say no to that?

Instead of using her fingers or even the toy, however, Etta reached intoJamie’snightstand.What is she… no way…Most of their bedroom toys were kept in Etta’s stashes, but there were a couple things Jamie kept in hers. The primary thing being her own personally acquired toy shereferred to as “The Other Etta.” Because sometimes a woman was not always around when someone was at home and in need of a quickie.

“I’ve always wondered…” Etta mused, holding it up to the light. “Why blue?”

Jamie had to swallow any embarrassment she felt. “It’s your favorite color, ma’am.”

“A convenient answer, if I ever heard one.” When the tip of the thing came for Jamie, she froze, disbelieving that Etta was doing this. “Now, relax. I want to see you come on this thing.”

Jamie wouldn’t question her motives. She would, however, fall back onto the bed the moment Etta thrust their new friend into her.

There was something diabolical about one of the hottest women in the world fucking her with anything but the toyssheprocured… let alone experiencing their third round of penetrative sex this way. Was it a sign that she wanted to bring Jamie constant pleasure even though she wasn’t quite ready to do it herself yet? Or was there some other meaning? Like her being a toy on the other end of a toy? Did Etta get off on this? One peek at her countenance said she was at least amused. Then again, people enjoyed watching other women take anything between the legs.

“Let me tell you how good you look,” Etta murmured in her ears, her wrist expertly moving their blue friend in and out of Jamie.Oh, fuck it. Ride it out, girl!She pinched her nipple with her other hand while Etta spoke. “You’re so wet and ready for whatever comes for you, aren’t you? I love how relaxed you can be in our bed. There’s nothing hotter than watching you enjoy yourself, with or without my help. Don’t you think so?”

What, she wanted Jamie to speak? “Yes, ma’am. Fuck yes, ma’am!”

“Are you going to come?” Etta fucked her harder, expectation in her voice. Her wrist angled downward, the tip of the toy hitting Jamie right in the G-spot. She was already bracing herself when she spoke again. “You’re going to come.”

Like a comet smacking into the earth, Jamie’s body exploded from impact. Her fingers clutched her fiancée’s skin, face twisting in a pleasure her voice could not express. The only words coming out of her mouth as every inch of her body succumbed to the pressure inside her was, “Pull it out! Please!”

Etta didn’t ask any questions. She did as bade, and Jamie unleashed all that pressure building up inside of her.