Page 17 of The Wedding

“Are you coming for me, Jamie?”

“Yes!” Her hands clutched Etta’s shoulders as her hips uncontrollably moved to meet those powerful fingers. “Holy shit!”

Although her orgasm was brief, it wasintense, trembling through her body in ways she never anticipated when she headed home.This woman is always making me come undone. A special skill of hers, to be sure, but Jamie was always enthralled. Who knew Etta could keep introducing her to new things?

When her climax subsided, Etta pulled out her fingers, letting them tickle the inside of Jamie’s thigh as she laughed. “That was easy.”

Jamie came back to Earth long enough to answer. “Like you’re not also easy?”

“What do you mean by that?”

Jamie pushed against her, watching as Etta slouched against the back of her seat while her lap was subsequently straddled. Her hands instantly went to Jamie’s ass, making her hips come closer. “I mean that you’re justas bad as me.” Jamie brushed her hand against Etta’s chest, giggling when her girlfriend closed her eyes and sighed.I bet she’s sooo thinking about me going to town on her.“That’s why you’re horn-dogging it up in a limo.”

“Isn’t that what we want? Makes certain things a lot easier, that’s for sure.” Etta pulled down Jamie’s lingerie, far enough to help yank them aside. Jamie took the hint and unzipped Etta’s trousers. It took both of them cautiously maneuvering their clothes for Jamie’s skin to find her girlfriend’s.

“It is definitely what I want.” Jamie pulled her thighs across Etta’s barely-bare leg. Her eyes fluttered, stomach-lurching with a turn of the limo. It would take what concentration Etta had left to keep her from falling. “I’m going to make you come as quickly as possible.”

“Is that so?” Etta was already breathless. This would be easy, indeed.

“Uh-huh.” Jamie started slow, making sure her legs were secure against the seat and her body prepared to receive whatever Etta decided to give her out of the great blue beyond. As soon as Jamie’s knee was between Etta’s legs, though, all bets were off. “You and I aren’t so different in that regard.”

“Unlike you, though, my flower,” Etta grasped her girlfriend’s hips with great strength. “I save myself for quality instead of quantity.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jamie kissed her, their bodies instantly fitting together.

Oh, my God. Etta often showed her little mercy, and now it was Jamie’s turn to be the merciless one. She knew Etta’s body. She knew what she had to do to make her girlfriend come as fast and as hard as possible. And she would do it to prove her point. Sometimes even a dominant woman like Etta Coleman had to be put back in her place.

Fuck all that noise. Jamie was busy.

She gripped the back of the seat with both hands, riding Etta’s thigh while her knee found its target. Etta moaned in her ear, famished for more. Jamie pushed her breasts against her girlfriend’s face, remindingher that Jamie ownedthese, but was willing to let Etta enjoy them.

She also talked dirty. Which wasn’t something Jamie was used to doing.But I’m always willing to try something once.

“Feel my pussy,” she hissed in Etta’s ear at the exact moment she finally met Jamie’s thrusts.

Once upon a time, she would have felt silly saying something like“Feel my pussy.”It was the type of line she giggled at in books and rolled her eyes to hear in porn. Then she started dating Etta, who taught her there was a lot of merit to that kind of talk.

Still, it took her a while to embrace it with her vocal cords. Knowing what rise it got out of Etta, though? Made it all worth it. Now it was no different. Soon Jamie was no longer in control of their limits, but Etta—with her, around her, taking her to a new height a mere minute after they started making love.

“Oh, fuck,” Etta groaned, and Jamie threw herself into the best feeling she could summon because she knew her girlfriend was about to lose it.

Jamie was right. Etta pressed her fingers into Jamie’s ass, holding her hips still as she ground against her girlfriend’s knee, letting out the loudest moan ever heard in the back of a private limo.

Jamie was halfway through a second climax when Etta lost it.

Too easy to fall back like a woman lost in her world. Because Jamie was, and the only reason she didn’t make a fool of herself was because Etta pushed her off and tossed her onto the other side of the seat. Jamie’s head rested against the leather, eyes heavy and thighs as sore as her feet.

“Told you,” she muttered. “Made you come in like… a minute.”

Etta leaned against her, lips tenderly touching her shoulder. “Only because I let you.”

“Do we need to hash this out again at home?”

Etta didn’t respond until she had almost fixed her clothes up again. Jamie, meanwhile, was a mess and not likely to clean up anytime soon.Moving vehicles, and all.

“I would love to hash it out again. At home. Later.”

“Yeaaaaah, ‘cause I wore you out.”