Page 16 of The Wedding

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Etta inhaled her girlfriend’s throat, pressing her hard against the car while hands disappeared between Jamie’s thighs. Pretty soon, she would be so dangerously close to her slit that Jamie would have no choice but to either completely give in or make her disdain clear. At this point, that last option sounded like madness, no matter how exhausted she was. “It took every bit of socializing I’ve had to not tear this dress off you in the middle of a wedding.”

Jamie laughed. “That would definitely put us on Page 6.”

“Fuck Page 6. I only want to be on you.”

Etta practically mounted her when Jamie slipped down the seat and let her girlfriend consume the delicate flesh of her throat and shoulders. Every time their lips met, Jamie related to what it must be like to bedevoured.By a monster. The same monster who used to have her way with Jamie this way, that way, upside down and backward in both her office and home.Those were certainly thrilling times. Now was an equally thrilling moment, because Jamie had never made love like this in a moving vehicle before. She didn’t doubt that Etta had, depending on the proclivities of her exes.My exes could barely be bothered to fuck in bed. Being with Etta had certainly been enlightening when it came to embracing hersexuality.

“If I had known weddings get you hot, I would suggest we hit up every one in the area.” That was the last joke Jamie made before Etta untied her halter straps and pulled down the front of her dress. She lost it when she discovered the black bra Jamie bought in Miami.

Well, this is happening!Jamie stared at the limo ceiling as the motions of the car rolled beneath her – and as Etta rolled on her. The more she put her strong hands on Jamie, the more Jamie craved everything else Etta offered her.

“You were the most beautiful woman there,” Etta growled into her ear. “I kept thinking… this is my girlfriend. Nobody else gets to touch her. Everyone can look at her, but onlyIget to touch her.”

Jamie smiled against that kiss. “Everyone gets to look at me, huh? You mean with my clothes on, right?” She was fully aware that her breasts were falling out of her dress. Thank goodness they weren’t at the wedding. Jamie didn’t need that level of wardrobe malfunction to follow her around for the rest of her life.This isn’t a malfunction. This is my girlfriend intending to fuck my shit up.Thinking that made her giddier. Jamie wrapped her arms around Etta’s shoulders and threw herself into a kiss.

Words fell upon Jamie’s lips. “Hopefully not.” Etta’s mouth moved to Jamie’s breasts, kissing her mounds, exploring the depths within, and biting a bra cup until it came down low enough to suck her nipple.

Well. Someone wasgone.

“Etta…” Jamie braced herself against the seat and window. “Can we really do it in here?”

Etta’s fingers pinched Jamie where her mouth once was. “We can do it anywhere, my flower.”

Oh, Jamie loved it when she called her by that name.

Whatever made Etta so ornery needed to be commemorated, because Jamie could not remember the last time she was thrown down and used until she couldn’t walk anymore. Not that she could right now anyway… but that was a different matter.

“How about that?” Etta whispered, one finger pushing beneath Jamie’s lingerie and indulging in her most intimate spot. “You’re all hot for me.”

Jamie ran her hands along the front of Etta’s clothes. Fingers unbuttoned a few pesky buttons, but the woman wore an undershirt for the first time in forever.Not fair!Didn’t she know how badly Jamie needed to feel her skin? Her chest? Etta had a great rack that Jamie liked to rub herself all over whenever they made love. This wasn’t conducive to such things – and yet Etta got to rip off her dress? “I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“Mm-hmm.” Etta kissed her the moment her finger slipped inside. The sound she emitted next was the one she always made whenever she first felt the silky warmth of Jamie’s body. It was animalistic, everything Jamie needed to welcome her in and escape into absolute bliss. “Good hell. I am going to fuck you until you’re screaming back here.”

Jamie didn’t know if she was into it, but she would find out.

“What about you?” she asked, legs opening around Etta. “You gonna make me be the only one who’s loud back here?”

“Absolutely not.” Etta groaned against Jamie, another finger making its way inside, searching for the one spot that would make her come the fastest.

“Etta!”

“I love it when you say my name like that.”

Etta thrust her fingers into her, Jamie’s head hitting the back of her seat as the rest of her sank deep into the leather. The limo winded down the road, the driver hopefully oblivious to what his employer was doing with the little woman who ran around the house in short-shorts and pink terrycloth robes. Jamie didn’t care now. She was being owned by Etta, the hottest woman who knew what she was about – and that was all that mattered right now.

“You’re so wet,” Etta growled, fingers thrusting harder, faster, as Jamie’s breasts shook on top of her bra. “And sodamned tight.”

Jamie stopped moaning long enough to reply. “You should give me some of yours.”

“I should, but not before you come for me.”

“Oh…”

“That’s it. Come for me.”

Jamie closed her eyes and threw herself into it, her body not only owned but possessed by the woman who loved her.And the woman I love in turn. Jamie could still hardly believe it most days. What had she ever done to deserve a woman like this? She could spend half her life searching for another like Etta and never come close.I don’t have to, anyway.

Her stomach tightened. Her toes curled against the leather seat. Her mouth fell open, back arching as an orgasm suddenly flooded her. Feeling Etta’s body heat, smelling her scent so close to her almost outweighed the sensation of fingers working inside her.