by Dena Blake
“Blake took the boys camping again.” Amelia kissed Jillian’s neck.
“Abby’s at a sleepover. She won’t be back until morning.” Jillian took Amelia’s face in her hands, captured her mouth, and plunged her tongue deep inside.
“Jesus,” Amelia said, breaking free. Her eyes were dark, hooded with desire. That was all Jillian needed. She took Amelia’s hand, pulled her up the stairs to the bedroom, and pushed open the door. “Shit.” They both stared at the twin-sized bed for a moment before Amelia pulled her back down the hallway into Blake’s bedroom.
Amelia couldn’t contain herself, couldn’t believe Jillian was here, wanting her, loving her. She’d thought this would never happen again. Only when she struggled to unzip her dress did Amelia realize Jillian was nervous.
“Wait,” Amelia said, taking Jillian’s hands in hers. “I’ve got you.” She pressed her lips to Jillian’s neck and felt her shudder beneath them. Liquid rushed to her panties. Amelia reached around, unzipped the dress, and backed up slightly, letting the dress fall to the floor. Next, she took her time unfastening the bra clasp, pushing the silky straps from Jillian’s shoulders before taking a nipple into her mouth. First one, then the other, while she slipped her fingers under the band of the matching panties and pushed them to the floor. She dropped to her knees, kissing Jillian’s belly, taking in every bit of her she could.
“Come back up here.” Jillian pulled her to her feet again, reached under the hem of her shirt, and slipped it over her head. “Turn around.”
Amelia did as she was told. Jillian unfastened her bra, reached around, and cupped each breast in her hands. Amelia’s knees went weak. She leaned back into her and uttered an involuntary moan as Jillian let her palms float lightly across each nipple before she took her breasts into her hands possessively. Amelia tried to turn, but Jillian held her tightly and whispered, “Not yet.”
Jillian slid her hands down Amelia’s belly and unfastened her jeans, kissed down her back as she pushed the jeans and panties to the ground. Once Amelia was free of them, Jillian moved closer behind her, pushed her gently to the bed. The skin-on-skin contact set Amelia aflame. She grabbed at the comforter, unsure, a little scared even, of letting Jillian have control. She felt soft, tender kisses in the crease of her knees, and an erotic tingle zipped through her. She didn’t know how so little could do so much. Jillian’s mouth moved up her thigh, circled the bottom of her ass, and teased the inside her thighs. Then she kissed the tenderest parts at the small of Amelia’s back. Her body quaked.
“I’ll have to remember that spot,” Jillian said. Amelia felt her lips smile against her back as she slid her hands up her sides to her breasts. Jillian kissed each shoulder, slowly, softly, then shifted Amelia’s hair to the side and brushed her neck with her lips. It was the most erotically sensual experience Amelia had ever had, and Jillian hadn’t even come close to the throbbing ache mushrooming between her legs.
Amelia let Jillian’s name escape her lips in an urgent moan.
“Are you ready for me now?” Jillian whispered against her neck.
“God, yes.”
Jillian flipped her over and kissed her deeply. When she pulled away, Jillian’s eyes darkened, and a jolt of electricity flashed through her at the sight. “Jillian, please.”
Jillian reached a hand between Amelia’s legs, slipped a finger through her wet folds, and Amelia’s body jolted as the full impact of Jillian’s touch tore through her. “Okay, baby.” Jillian moved her tongue in a hot, wet trail down Amelia’s body and settled in between her legs. She swiped her tongue across Amelia’s center, and the pleasure was unreal. She felt Jillian’s fingers slip inside. Stroking her rhythmically, she pushed her fast and hard. Amelia tightened her fingers in Jillian’s hair as the wave of orgasm ripped through her, traveling to the very ends of her limbs, awakening every nerve. Amelia’s body reached a level of sensitivity she couldn’t explain, let alone understand. Jillian continued until Amelia spiraled down slowly from the ecstasy she had just encountered, spasming here and there, not wanting to let go of the wondrous feeling, not comprehending how it was even possible.
Jillian moved back up Amelia’s body and smiled. “You are so beautiful.”
“You are incredible.” Amelia pulled her down and kissed her, tasted herself on Jillian’s lips. She reached down and slid a finger between Jillian’s silky folds and felt the wetness. “I want you inside me.” She slipped her finger into Jillian, then into herself.
Jillian let out a primal growl that had Amelia wet all over again. Amelia flipped her onto her back, spread Jillian’s legs, lowered her body, settled her hips in between them, and felt the amazing sensation of skin to skin. She kissed her as she rocked back and forth, creating a delicious friction between them. She stroked her breast, around the top, underneath, then a light touch across her nipple. That produced a tiny whimper from Jillian’s lips, so she pushed her tongue into her mouth and did it again, rewarded with a soft moan. She let her mouth roam down her neck, to her ear, back across her jaw, and plunged her tongue deep into her mouth again. The feeling was intoxicating. She could seriously do this with Jillian forever. She couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted, smelled, felt beneath her. The woman was like a drug, and Amelia was deeply addicted, so much so, it was affecting her ability to remain in control.
Jillian wiggled beneath her, wrapped her legs around Amelia’s as she continued to rock against her. Amelia slipped a hand down between them, slid her fingers across the hot moisture of Jillian’s center, and buried her fingers deep inside. Jillian threw her head back into the pillow, raised her hips against her, and let out a soft cry. Amelia snaked her fingers up through Jillian’s wet folds, then back inside in a continuous pattern. Jillian’s body tensed, and her fingers dug into Amelia’s back as she increased the rhythm. Amelia slid her thumb between the folds and focused on a particular spot that produced moans of pleasure between ragged breaths. Jillian’s eyes flew open, connecting with Amelia’s as she flew into a staggering orgasm. Her body continued to pulse until she reached down, took Amelia’s hand, and forced her to stop.
Amelia placed a soft kiss on her lips, put her head on Jillian’s chest, and snuggled in close. Mind racing, body totally sated, neither one of them spoke. No words could describe the experience. It was real, raw, totally unfiltered. So much better than any sex she’d ever had. Amelia’s body connected with Jillian’s in ways it never could with anyone else. Amelia was feeling things that were totally new to her, and it wasn’t just about the mind-blowing sex.
When Jillian woke a few hours later, the warmth she’d been holding all night was gone. It was still dark. She looked at the clock. “Ames?” No answer. “Ames?” she said louder.
“I’m here.” Amelia rushed through the door, turned on the lamp on the bedside table. “Hungry?” She slid back under the covers with a huge bowl of macaroni and cheese.
“Starving.”
She slid a spoonful of macaroni into Jillian’s mouth. “And you thought I couldn’t cook.”
“My favorite, right out of the box.”
“Mine too.” Amelia grinned.
Amelia’s phone chimed, and she ignored it as they ate their way to the bottom of the bowl.
Amelia spooned the last bit of macaroni into Jillian’s mouth and then kissed her. “I’m sorry. I was such an ass.”
“You were an ass, but I would’ve reacted the same way.” Jillian took the empty bowl from her and set it on the table. “It was kind of nice to know you cared.”
“I’ve always cared, Jill.” She brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucked it behind her ear. “I never stopped loving you.”
“Me neither.” Jillian kissed her softly, slowly, and her body began the automatic process Amelia prompted within her. The phone chimed again. “Who the fuck is that?”
“It’s probably Jules,” she whispered between kisses. “She’s been following up on some details for the fund-raiser we’re having for the house.”
“Would you please answer her before I toss that thing across the room?” Jillian felt Amelia smile against her neck.
“If you insist.” Amelia reached over, read the string of texts, typed a message back, and turned off the phone. “Now where were we?” She went back to kissing her neck.
“I could help you out with that.”
“With this?” She continued down her neck. “Am I not doing it right?”
“The fund-raiser, silly. I’ve done my share of charity work.”
“Would you?” Amelia sat up gazed at her with big blue eyes, heavy with arousal.
Jesus, keep looking at me like that, and I’ll do anything for you. “There’s nothing I would rather do more.”
Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Nothing?”
“Well, almost nothing.” She pushed Amelia onto her back, nipped at the tender skin at the base of her neck. “I would much rather do this.” She continued across her collarbone with a trail of light kisses on down to the top of her breast. Let her tongue trail farther down, circle Amelia’s pebbled nipple. “And this.” She sucked the nipple into her mouth, teased it with her teeth. Amelia let out a moan, and Jillian was wet instantly. She made her way across the smooth skin of her belly, felt it quiver beneath her lips, stopped just below her belly button. “This is what I would rather do most of all.” She pushed Amelia’s legs apart, took in the beautiful sight, and then kissed the inside of each thigh.
“Jillian, please.” She grabbed at the sheets.
“Please what?” She smiled and let her lips hover just above Amelia’s center, feeling the silkiness of the small patch of dark hair tickle her lips.
“Touch me.”
“Your wish is my command.” One light stroke of her tongue produced a moan from Amelia that almost sent Jillian over the edge. “God, you’re gorgeous.” She slid a finger inside, took another stroke with her tongue, and reveled in the tangy taste of her. Amelia let out a growling whimper, and Jillian watched as she continued to push her closer to climax. Her belly rippled with each spasm, her breasts rising with each breath. It was the most breathtakingly beautiful sight Jillian had ever seen. She buried her face in Amelia’s center and held on tight as she herself launched into orgasm. The incredible wave of glorious ecstasy ripped through Jillian, left her astounded and breathless. Never in her life had that happened.
“Did you just?” Amelia asked breathlessly.
Jillian chuckled, nodded, and let out a contented sigh.
“That’s not fair.” Amelia reached for her. “Come up here.”
“It’s your fault. Coming all beautiful like that.” She crawled up Amelia’s body, kissed her, and was surprised when Amelia flipped her, quickly reversing their positions.
“It doesn’t count unless I make it happen.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re kind of a control freak?”
“All the time.” She covered Jillian’s lips with hers, explored the inside of her mouth with her tongue as she settled a thigh between her legs, pressing against Jillian’s center.
Jillian was on fire, responding to Amelia in ways she never had to anyone else. She moved her hips against Amelia’s thigh, begging for release. Amelia broke free from her mouth, dipped her head down, took a nipple into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it. With that, Jillian let out a cry and nearly came undone. That seemed to spur Amelia on, and she moved down, bathing Jillian’s skin with her tongue as she traveled. She spread her legs, slipped underneath, wrapped her arms tightly around them, and then plunged her tongue into her center, sending a rush of orgasm through Jillian. Her mind splintered into bursts of color as Amelia drove the climax higher with each stroke of her tongue. It was carnal, sensual, and surreal, so much more than Jillian ever thought it could be, even with Amelia.
Jillian lowered her hips and Amelia slowed her pace, Jillian still spasming with each stroke. Just when Jillian thought she was finished, Amelia plunged her fingers deep inside, and Jillian launched into orgasm again, sensations tearing through her. The depths of pleasure that rocked her were immeasurable.
Amelia rested her cheek against Jillian’s thigh. “Wow.”
“Absolutely wow. Overachiever.”
Amelia laughed loudly. “I get called that too.” She moved up, gathered Jillian into her arms, and let out a contented sigh.
No words could describe how she was feeling now. Jillian listened to the soft, slow rhythm of Amelia’s heartbeat. It wasn’t long before she began to drift off to sleep. She felt Amelia kiss the top of her head and then heard her whisper into the darkness under the moon, “If you’ll let me, I promise to make you happy for the rest of your life.” Jillian squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears. I wish there was a way I could let you do that.
Chapter Thirty
Kelly fumed, watching through the window as Amelia groped and kissed Jillian all the way across the living room. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Amelia even pushed her up against the wall and forced Jillian to kiss her before she pulled her up the stairs. When they were out of view, Kelly went to the front door. She could see the alarm pad through the side window. That was new, but the light was green. Not armed. Kelly turned the knob. The door was locked. She made her way around the side of the house to the back door. Unlocked. She slipped quietly in through the kitchen and silently climbed the stairs, stopping just short of the top landing.
The bedroom door was open, and she could hear Amelia seducing Jillian. Her blood boiled at the thought of that bitch touching her girlfriend. She clenched the railing and sucked in a deep breath to calm herself. When the time was right, she would make her pay for that. She took soft, slow steps to the door and peered through the crack below the hinge, watching as the two naked women touched each other. When Jillian dropped to her knees in front of Amelia, it took all of Kelly’s strength to stop herself from bursting into the room. She closed her eyes, trying to clear the vision from her mind before she walked quietly down the hall to Jillian’s room. She couldn’t watch her woman have sex with someone else.
It’s okay, Kelly. It’s only sex. She doesn’t love her. She paced quietly within the small space of the bedroom. Everyone needs sex. Remember when you had sex with that woman from the bar last week? It didn’t change how you feel about Jillian. She took in a deep breath. It’s just sex. She’ll always come back to you. She loves you.
She pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and reached inside, took out a pair of Jillian’s panties, and held them to her nose. She crumpled them up and tossed them back into the drawer. She went into the bathroom, found the hamper, and picked up a T-shirt lying across the top. She immersed her face in it, took in Jillian’s intoxicating scent, and felt dizzy. She stumbled back out into the bedroom and fell onto the bed. Why is this happening? We were so happy. Crushing the T-shirt in her hands, she glanced around the sparsely furnished room. Jillian had nothing here. If she came back home, Kelly would give her everything she could ever want or need. She had to figure out how she was going to capture her attention away from that bitch.
She heard the familiar sound of Jillian’s orgasm from the room down the hall and shot up on the bed. She ran to the bathroom and vomited. She couldn’t stay here any longer. She slid the T-shirt into her jacket pocket and slipped back down the stairs. She could forgive Jillian for her transgression because she loved her, but she would never forgive the bitch.
* * *
Small rays of sunshine were just starting to peek through the windows when Amelia woke. Jillian was snuggled in close, her head on Amelia’s chest and legs intertwined together with hers. Amelia buried her face in Jillian’s hair and took in a deep breath. She no longer smelled like cucumber. She smelled feminine, sweet, musky, all woman. She smelled like Jillian, the scent that filled Amelia’s memories from years ago.
She heard voices downstairs and shook Jillian awake. “Blake’s back.”
“You’re wearing me out.” Jillian looked up at
her with a lazy smile. Then her eyes went wide when Amelia’s words seemed to register. “Shit.” She hopped out of bed and searched for her clothes, bumping into Amelia, who was doing the same. They gathered various pieces of clothing and pulled them on before they peeked out the bedroom door. The coast was clear, so they sprinted down the hallway to Jillian’s room. Jillian slammed the door behind them and fell back against it.
Amelia couldn’t resist the half-naked, gorgeous sight. She moved near and captured Jillian’s mouth with hers. “God, how do you do that to me?”
Jillian nipped at her bottom lip. “The same way you do it to me.”
They heard footsteps on the stairs. Jillian pulled the dresser drawer open and tossed a T-shirt and a pair of yoga pants to Amelia. She took the same out for herself and pulled them on. “I’ll go first.”
“He has to find out sooner or later. This is going to happen now.” Amelia pulled open the door just as Blake was reaching the top of the stairs.
“Hey. I didn’t know you were here.” He stopped, seemed to assess them. “Did you spend the night?”
Amelia reached up, scrunched the back of her hair. “Yep.”
“Oh, okay.” He shrugged, and then headed for his bedroom. “I’m going to hit the sack. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Amelia jogged ahead of him and blocked the doorway. “I need to change the sheets first.”
He stood quietly for a minute and then turned, keeping them in his view as he pointed at them. “The two of you?”
Amelia nodded. He looked at Jillian, and she nodded.