Page 69 of The Wedding

“I am,” Jamie whispered, high off a musky scent. “I’m waiting for you, Etta.”

Her palm cupped Jamie’s breast through her shirt, the muscles in the back of her hand becoming more prominent the harder she clutched.Hot damn, she’s so strong. Jamie was an utter fool for a woman who could show her not only her silent strength in everyday situations but actual strength… inthe bedroom.

I never stand a chance.She says drop to your knees and it’s like I hear a siren going off.Sometimes, Jamie hated herself for it. She always prided herself on being a woman who didn’t fall easily to others. Then again, it wasn’t that she was opposed. Her problem was that there were so few people worthy of her feminine airs and body. Etta? She was worthy of all that and more.

“Are you going to give yourself to me, Jamie?” No woman could withstand that seductive tone. Jamie had fallen for it on their first date – or was it a job interview? – and kept falling for it ever since. It took a lot of anger and dissatisfaction on her part to say no. Even if they were in the middle of a disagreement that would last a week or more, she could always count on timeouts that included sex like this. As if to remind her that, deep down, they fit together and would find a way to work through their temporary troubles.

She moaned softly, Etta’s fingers pinching her nipple until it was hard enough to cut through her shirt. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” She closed her eyes and fell back against the pillow. Etta’s other hand rubbed her ass. It didn’t carry the foreboding of an upcoming spank, but it was stern nonetheless.

Etta wanted to own her. Command her. A long time ago, that made Jamie wary. Now? It made her wet and desperate.

“I want you. Right here.” Etta didn’t mean the bed. She meant between the legs. Jamie got that loud and clear when her fiancée pulled her leg up in the air and went straight for the source of her arousal.

“Oh!” Jamie cried out in the sudden pleasure it brought – an intimate touch meant to rile her up like Etta was.

She didn’t yet know what she had in mind. So far, this foreplay was par for Etta’s usual course of lovemaking. She liked tying her up. She liked getting rough with her hands, showing off how intense shewas before Jamie even had the chance to blink. Jamie knew it was for her as much as it was for Etta’s amusement. What better way to make sure the little woman was more than ready for what was to come? Hard, maybe rough sex. If they were getting like this, the sex was probably not going to be sweet and gentle. Heaven forbid.

Yet Etta had promised something new tonight. Something she had always wanted to try with her. Jamie wasn’t sure what it was, but she would probably like it.

Until then, the dirty talk was free to continue.

“I want you,” she growled in her ear, her hand continuing to squeeze whatever it could find.That’s my…!Yeah, yeah, and that was her finger burying deep within her. Jamie could barely feel it at that angle. That wasn’t a detriment to either of them. It only meant it was a bigger surprise than she bargained for. Now, if it were two fingers… “I want to fuck you until you scream. I want to hear you be so loud tonight that I’m drowning in your voice. Do you understand?” Her finger shook inside Jamie. “Don’t hold back.”

Etta fingered her harder, that other digit sneaking in when Jamie least expected it. Her bound hands trembled against the pillow as she unleashed any and every sound bubbling up her throat.Oh, fuck. Giving herself completely over was a treat. There was no shame in deriving so much pleasure so quickly with a woman like Etta. She didn’t call her names for it. She didn’t deride her for it. If anything, Jamie was perpetually rewarded for her eagerness and ability to come almost on command. No other woman could make her do that. With Etta? Looking at the woman’s domineering demeanor long enough could make Jamie shake in climax – even more true if she had fingers in her.

“Do you know what I love most about fucking you, my flower?” Oh, no. Oh, no no no. Was that a third finger? Was she going to do it? Usually, Jamie wasn’t receptive enough unless she had something else inside her first. Topart the ways, so to speak. “How good you feel inside. It’s too bad you can’t appreciate it like I can. Because every time you shudder?” Etta pushed into her, hard, to prove her point. “You tighten around me. Every part of you. The soft parts, the tough parts… I hate it, in a way. It drives me crazy. Makes me lose control. All while you cry out in the greatest ecstasy.”

Jamie snuggled closer to her backward embrace. “We’re talking dirty, are we?”

“You don’t want me to say what comes to mind? I’d be disappointed.”

“Don’t half-ass it.” Jamie sighed when Etta pulled out, rubbing her slit. “Now fuck me.”

“Ah ha, I don’t think so. You don’t get to tell me what to do.” Etta moved away. She was still woefully clothed in pants and shirt, and while she was sexy as hell in that look, Jamie was starting to crave the feeling of warm skin against hers.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do,” Jamie whined. “I just want…”

“I know what you want.” Why was she off the bed?It better be to unzip her pants and make it easier to unbutton her shirt.She could untie me and let me do that for her. Jamie loved undressing her. She didn’t like to think in terms of serving, but that was the closest she came to embracing the thought. “You want me to take you with a strap-on. Say it.”

A nightstand drawer opened behind Jamie. “I do. I want it so bad, Etta.”

“And?”

She was too aroused to speak coherently. What the hell did Etta want from her? “I want it inside me. Fuck me, Etta.”

“Turn around first.”

Jamie rolled over. In her hand, Etta held a small, pretty bottle of what looked like lube.“What is that?”

“Something special. Look.”

It was impossible to believe her eyes.Is that…Jamie had only heard of it in passing. Whispers between well-to-do women who wouldusually never be caught talking about sex, of all dirty things. Yet here it was in front of Jamie. One of the most expensive lubes in the world, renowned for its ability to, ah, make a woman feelinsanelygood.

The stuff Jamie saw on TV heralding the second coming ofcomingcouldn’t hold a flogger to this stuff.

“Holy shit,” she muttered. “Wait, you’re gonna use that on me, aren’t you?”

“‘Provides intense sensations meant to stimulate a woman’s most erogenous zones. Safe to use inside the body as well as out, however, it’s not recommended to use more than an ounce at a time.’” Etta read that, yet Jamie barely listened. “They say kings used to use this stuff. They love slathering this on before getting it on. Screams for days, I’ve heard.”