Chapter 15 Jane #2
I’ve never needed to get off more desperately in my life.
“God, Jane, I want to make you feel even better. Tell me how to make you come.”
My mouth goes dry, and I stare at her hovering above me. I’ve never been great at asking for things in bed, but I somehow know it’s safe to do that with Keeley. I feel wanton and worshipped and empowered as hell.
I prop myself up on my elbows, leveling at her. “I want your fingers in my cunt.”
Her jaw drops open. “Fuck yes, I can do that for you.”
And then her hands are on the waistband of my underwear, dragging them down my thighs with a flick of the wrist. Almost instinctively, my knees fall together, and I don’t know if it’s the slight chill in the room or just the overwhelming significance of this moment.
She presses her forehead into my shoulder, groaning. “Oh my god, I have Jane Mercer naked underneath me. Give me a minute.”
Guess I’m not the only one who’s undone. I laugh, but it turns into a gasp as her fingers find the bare skin of my ankle. She caresses up my calf again, to my knee, and finally my thigh, her grip gentle but firm as her hand traces the curves of my skin.
Keeley leans in even closer, whispering in my ear.
“You’re so damn soft, Jane. Fucking perfect.
” My breath catches at the reverence in her tone.
“I honestly can’t believe that I’m finally here, seeing so much of you like this.
You look so damn pretty splayed out on these sheets, your skin flushed, your hair wild.
God, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you in this moment.
” Her chest heaves as she pulls back to stare at me, so obviously hot and bothered, and I can’t help but whimper at the look in her eyes.
“Keeley?”
She lets out a sharp breath. “Yeah, Jane?”
“Will you please make me come now?”
With a soft exhale, she presses her lips to mine as her fingers press just as intently into my skin.
Her touch is slow at first, palm ghosting between my thighs, until I arch my back into her hand and she increases the pressure.
Even the lightest pressure is almost too much as I process the reality of her touching me for the first time, and I’m afraid I’m going to come before she does anything else.
I kiss her wildly, seeking more and more of her and willing to take anything I can get.
She starts to circle my clit with one of those long, perfect fingers, moving with a practiced ease that makes me lose my mind. It’s a brilliant, steady rhythm that brings me almost to the brink again.
Almost.
“Can you take more?” she breathes against my ear. “Do you want my fingers in your cunt, like you asked?”
“Please,” I whisper.
And then she slides a finger inside of me and I let out a moan. “Oh my god.”
“Fuck, Jane. God, touching you is better than I imagined.”
One finger becomes two, and she begins working me up with slow, driven purpose, expertly using her palm to make sure my clit still gets attention.
She trails kisses down my neck and then sucks a breast into her mouth again, palming the other with her free hand, my pussy unbelievably wet as I begin to clench around her fingers.
And then she curls them into a spot that makes me gasp. Noticing my reaction, she repeats the movement, finding the sweetest, most perfect rhythm to bring me to the brink.
“Let go, Jane. Let me see you come,” she murmurs into my ear.
And that’s all it takes. I shatter.
I cry out as I ride the wave that Keeley works relentlessly from me, and my entire body trembles with pleasure as she gives me exactly what I need.
But the wave doesn’t stop. If anything, it crests, bigger and brighter, and sweat drips down my skin, and I don’t even care because this is the best I’ve ever felt in my entire life. And I think I have more in me.
“Harder,” I gasp, and she gives me what I ask for, taking me even higher. My mind can barely form a coherent thought other than Keeley, Keeley, Keeley, and I think I’m sighing her name but I’m not even sure if my voice works. I’ve never orgasmed this hard in my life.
With one last sob, I crash out of the free fall.
Gasping, I reach up and pull Keeley to me again, kissing her with breathless abandon.
Her hand slips out of me and rests on my thigh, carefully raising the two fingers that are drenched so she doesn’t make my skin slick, and I marvel at the tenderness of that gesture.
I was taught this was a sin, but there’s nothing sinful about this moment. If anything, the way she just touched me feels holy…and I think that, if there is a heaven, it couldn’t top this.
She pulls back. “How was that? You good?”
I laugh. “Clearly.”
She laughs too. “Holy fuck, Jane. That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
I reach out to her for a third time, trying to finally touch her the way she’s just touched me. She presses a playful finger to my sternum.
“Someone is handsy,” she says.
I beam. “I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Keeley swears under her breath. “Fuck, I want that too, but I’m not in any rush.
We have all night. Right this moment, I just want to lie here with you and take it all in.
” She rolls onto her back in invitation, and I nestle into the crook of her neck, not caring that I’m naked and sweating and she’s still wearing a sweater and jeans.
I fall into place like a puzzle piece, knowing exactly where to put my hand, my thigh, my head. “God, you feel so perfect right here.”
“I know,” I murmur. “I feel it too.”
Tears prick at the back of my throat, because even though we’re miles away from Los Angeles, being right here, in this bed, with Keeley’s arms around me?
It feels like home.