Page 147 of The Wedding

“Helen! Get over here and make-out with me! Now!”

“Shhh, don’t startle them! We’re seeing something that only happens when the planets have aligned. Wait, are the planets aligned right now?”

Jamie’s lips didn’t want to let Etta’s go even after she began to pull away. “Giving the people what they want, I see,” she said. “That was… unexpected.”

Etta lightly touched her all over as the nine-o-clock lights dimmed in the club. In that corner of the room, the only way to see anyone else was to getin their faces. Yet only a few feet away, Jamie noted the familiar outlines of the same folks they always saw at this sort of place. It was comforting, in a way. Jamie didn’t want to live this every weekend like some, but it was a good time to have occasionally.

As music thrummed, Etta took Jamie’s hand and brought it to her thigh.

“Excuse you, Ms. Coleman,” Jamie said with a hint of humor. “This is a public place.”

Etta leaned in near her ear. “All the better for you to show off what a precious pearl you are, my sweet flower.”

Flowers, gems, freakin’ angels and cherubs… there was no end to Etta’s cute names for her, yet Jamie always ate up every one.It’s the way she says them.Completely serious. Full of adoration. Not afraid to be caught being sweet with her lover, girlfriend, fiancée, sub. In less than two months, Jamie would be Etta’s wife, and she did not doubt that Etta would still be parading her around and calling her every silly name in the book.

Not to mention…precious pearlhad many delightful connotations.

“Are you sure?” Jamie asked, already feeling like they were swept up in their own shadowy, sinful world. Nevertheless, insecurity gripped her.I’ve never done something like that in public before.This wasn’t like fooling around in the office. People were here to watch and be watched, or at least to drink up such an atmosphere. Jamie would confirm that something was afoot in this club before assessing how she felt about it.One thing at a time!

“I wouldn’t suggest something I wasn’t sure about,” she growled. “Now, surely you didn’t think we came here to rabble-rouse for five minutes, drink some liquored up juice, kiss a little, then leave? Because that’s not exciting. This,” Etta moved Jamie’s hand onto her crotch, “is exciting.”

Jamie tried not to choke on her spit at seeing this side of Etta.She never wants to do things in front of others. She says it’s private…“I’m not gonna lie, ma’am…” She humored Etta with a rub to her mound while massaging her shoulder with another hand. “It is exciting.”

“Then what are you waiting for? I’m expecting some attention.”

“Yes, ma’am…” Jamie grabbed her because she knew if she didn’t make a bold move, she might lose her nerve. “Can you kiss me?”

She was already halfway there.

Having Etta kiss her while she rubbed her through her pants emblazoned Jamie. Perhaps it was the sheer amount of excitement coursing through them, making Etta eager, forcing her on Jamie as one felt up the other’s breasts and explored the curve of her throat with meandering lips.All right, this is pretty hot.It was nothing like being at home when something like this erupted. There was sultry music. Lighting – or a lack thereof – that evoked feelings of dark passion. The sexual energies of other people either flirting at the speed of light or getting it on without a care in the world.So that’s the appeal?Why hadn’t anyone told Jamie before now?

Maybe some people watched them. Maybe they were titillated. Maybe they had been waiting to see Etta Coleman fuck her woman for months, until the mere idea was nothing but a modern myth spread through the upper kinky echelons.It’s so dark over here, though…That was part of the appeal, the enigma to Jamie, who hurried to unzip her fiancée and feel her for the first time all day.

Etta could say that the loving in the car was payback for the oral sex at the beginning of their relationship, but it didn’t work that way! That had been now, in the present, getting Jamie riled up and ready to go. Sure, she came, but that was hours ago, and since then she had been walking around thinking about what else her fiancée could do for her.

This right here.Jamie was so wound up that she didn’t think twice about stroking Etta on the couch. Her hand massaged Etta’s slit, fingers dancing on her skin, and her thumb feeling liquid drip across it. Etta was holding back so much still. Shewantedher. Jamie felt it like she felt her manhandling with mouth and palms.Take me. I don’t care. Push me down on the couch and fuck me until I scream in front of these people.

Instead, Etta eased her down onto the floor.All right. Next best thing.Jamie could work with this. Nothing like slamming her knees into the hard floor and fighting with Etta’s pants until they came down her thighs low enough for Jamie to fit her face between her fiancée’s bare thighs. Right here. In front of anyone close enough to see.

I am eating pussy in public.That thought lingered in her head for a whole five seconds before she gave herself over to the whim of the moment. Oh, and the sheer amount ofwomanovertaking her tongue and nose helped a lot too.

Jamie didn’t think she had ever been so famished before. Giving Etta oral sex was always a good experience, sometimes fantastic, but it wasn’t enough tonight. She had to make love to this pussy using nothing but what her face offered. Even her hands were largely useless, since they fumbled against Etta’s thighs and fought to keep her braced against the couch. Once Etta had a hold of her and had steadied her breaths? Jamie didn’t stand a chance.

“Fuck,” Etta growled, pulling her by the ponytail. “Keep that up and you’re going to make me come in front of all these nice people.”

Maybe that’s what Jamie wanted.

But it wasn’t what Etta wanted. She pulled Jamie off, intercepting her mouth with her own. Her skin was still out, enticing Jamie.If I get up just right, I could straddle her lap.She was sucked into the frenzy of sex, her body calling out to Etta’s while the music thrummed in her sinew and the lights played with eyes.

“No,” Etta said, looming over her with both hands on her shoulders. “Did you not hear me? No.”

No?

“When I tell you no,” Etta said, her voice even, “you obey. Do you understand?”

Jamie couldn’t move. She wanted her, carnally, hands trying to clawat Etta’s arms so she would give her what was wanted. Yet it sounded like she was implying something else entirely… like they were going to stop for now. “I…”

“Wait here.” Etta fixed her clothes. “If you obey at least that much, then I’ll forgive you.”