Page 152 of The Wedding

That chuckle turned into a heartier laugh.I don’t hear her laugh like that very often.Definitely not during scenes. Although… the longer they were together, the more Etta laughed. Was it because she had more to laugh about? Or because she felt more comfortable laughing in front of Jamie?I doubt she laughs in front of many people. For Jamie, exposure and vulnerability were having her ass flashed at a few pervs. For Etta, it was showing this kind of emotion.

“Do you want me to, Jamie? Do you want to continue our scene and end with me fucking you senseless?”

Jamie’s fingers searched for the zipper in front of her.I have a job to finish. “Yes, ma’am. Use me however you want. I’m yours. I want to be pleased through pleasing you.”

The way Etta looked at her said she had been waiting a very long time to hear her say words like that.

“Then make me feel like the one woman in this world you want to please the most. Let me feel how much you want and need me, and we’ll go from there.”

Jamie’s fingers hesitated on Etta’s zipper. “Is it okay to go all the way, ma’am?”

“You do what you want. If I decide I’m not ready to come yet, you’ll know. Although…” She prevented Jamie from going at her with a deft hand. “You better promise to be better behaved than you were last time. I’m not going to bother if you can’t behave.”

“I’ll behave.” Jamie wanted to be a fiend all over this zipper, but knew better than to show too much eagerness. There were other ways to show her devotion. “I promise, ma’am. You’ll see. I’m the best sub you’ve ever had.”

“Those are some big shoes to fill.”

This is a big mouth to fill. Jamie pulled down Etta’s pants, hardly capable of keeping her lips away from the center of her current universe. “You’ll be pleased. You have my word.”

“I put a lot of stock in the word of the woman who will be my wife. So, go ahead.”

Jamie had never been so eager to prove a point before.

This time she wasn’t quite as famished, however. Or at least not as famished as she had been out in the main room of the club. Out there, she had been determined to bring Etta as much pleasure as possible. She craved Etta’s happiness as much as she craved her own. Not too hard to accomplish when both of their needs could be accomplished with one simple action.

An action Jamie had a lot of familiarity with now.

She was not the most familiar, however, with the mindset of a sub. She was starting to get familiar, though. The more she gave herself over to the motions, the emotions, and the devotions growing between them, the more Jamie understood the true joy that came with serving the woman she loved. She understood why women served like this, whether it was every day or every great once in a while. With a woman who was so worthy? How could shenot enjoy it?

Etta kicked off her pants and swung down onto the bed, her legs open for her fiancée. Jamie was like a moth to that proverbial flame.I’m even willing to die for it.

“I’ve never seen you like this before, that’s for sure,” Etta murmured, her stance never wavering even while Jamie opened her mouth over that warm, inviting mound and let her tongue give Etta its all. “Keep it up, and you might spoil me to the point I really think Iama queen.”

Jamie eased off, her hand replacing her mouth as she looked up into Etta’s eyes with longing. “Why can’t you be? You said so yourself. You’remyqueen.”

Etta would never blush to hear that, but her mouth would twitch, and her eyes would light up in a twist of surprise and understanding. “Well, I do spend an inordinate amount of time making you feel like a princess.”

Jamie sat back on her knees, her free hand reaching up her chest and grabbing Etta’s collar. “Even when I’m doing this for you right now, ma’am, I do it for the both of us. Every time you look at me, I want you to see the woman you love, and the one you want like this.”

“We’re already there, my flower.”

Etta’s blouse opened easily, and all Jamie could think about – besides ripping that shirt open – was having this sweet silk wrapped around her skin. “We could go farther. Whenever you want. I trust you.”

“For now, I’m happy to have you do whatever pleases you.”

Jamie flicked Etta’s collar and bent back down, resuming her physical devotion. Etta’s taste, her musk, and the sheer elegance touching the tongue were almost too much to bear.I’m going to come, and I’m not even being touched!Whatwas this? Was this the real power of submitting to the woman she loved? Getting off on pleasuring her and not just what she could do? Or was this whatshedid to her? Jamie didn’t care. Taking her like this, whether she wrapped her tongue around her flesh or stroked her slit with her hand was all that mattered in the world. Nothing –nothing– made it more powerful than gazing into her eyes and seeing Etta appreciate everything Jamie did for her.

“Don’t you want me?” Jamie pulled herself up, her body on display even though she still wore that tight dress.Rip it off me. I want to feel your raw power tear me apart!“Don’t you want to use me?”

“I don’t use you, Jamie. I make love to you, however that love manifests.”

“I don’t care what you call it. I want you to do it. Please.”

Etta’s hand dug into Jamie’s hair, then the back of her head.Yes, yes…Jamie wanted to feel Etta’s power all around her. What better way to experience it than through her hand and what waited before her?

“Since you asked so nicely… all you must do is promise that you’ll be beyond irresistible afterward, so I can give you what you deserve.”

Jamie wanted to nod, but Etta’s hold on her head was too strong. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” Her body trembled for Etta. She would promise anything, even the moon and the stars, if it meant Etta consumed her with every bit of her essence. Physical. Mental. Emotional. It was all the same, yet so intoxicatingly different.