Chapter 17 #2
Before Amelia had time to process what Jo had just said, her lips were on her again, rougher this time.
As though airing that confession had sparked something inside of Jo.
Amelia pushed it to the back of her mind, refusing to let the words settle into the fragile corners of her chest. Not here.
Not now. Later, she would collapse under the weight of them.
Later, she would cry herself into silence.
But right now, she was Lia, and Jo was pressing her back into the mattress with kisses that tasted too much like desperation and need.
Amelia arched into her, her robe slipping open with little resistance. The brush of Jo’s palms against her bare waist made her tremble, and then Jo froze as she whispered, “God, you feel like I imagined she would.”
Amelia closed her eyes as she murmured, “Then take what you’ve imagined.” She guided Jo’s hand higher, over her ribs, until her fingers found the curve of her breast. Jo moaned low in her throat as she brushed her thumb over Amelia’s nipple.
“I’d never stop touching her,” Jo whispered against Amelia’s collarbone. “I don’t think I could ever stop touching her.”
Amelia’s nails dug into Jo’s back as her robe fell open fully.
She wanted to tell Jo she didn’t have to stop.
She wanted to scream that she was here—the woman she loved was right here—ready to be touched, to be devoured, to be adored.
Instead, she lifted Jo’s chin and kissed her, then drew back and said, “Show her, Jo. Show me everything.”
Jo hesitated, her hands trembling as they slid down Amelia’s body and parted her thighs. The dark pressed in thick and unyielding, but Amelia could feel the worship in Jo’s touch, the tentative reverence of a woman finally claiming a fantasy she thought could never be real.
Jo shifted lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down Amelia’s stomach. Every time Jo’s lips touched her skin, Amelia felt another shard of her heart splinter. She knew this couldn’t last, she knew the lie of it would crush them both, but she couldn’t pull away.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Jo whispered as her lips traced the inside of Amelia’s thigh. “Amelia is perfect.”
Amelia bit down on her own wrist to stop the sound that wanted to tear out of her throat. Her own name falling from Jo’s lips in a whisper that trembled with devotion was almost unbearable.
And then Jo’s mouth found her, soft and slow, as though she was savouring every second.
Amelia’s hips bucked, and her breath caught on a sob she barely disguised as a moan.
“T-tell me what you’d say to her now,” Amelia gasped, her fingers threading into Jo’s hair.
“While you’re tasting her, what would you say? ”
Jo groaned, the vibration shooting through Amelia like a lightning strike.
As Jo slowly released her clit, she said, “That I wish she was mine. That there’s nothing wrong with wanting someone you can’t have.
” Jo’s voice broke as she eased two fingers inside Amelia.
“That I’d never hurt her and that I love her too much to ever let her go. ”
Those words undone her. Amelia’s back arched off the bed, her thighs tightening around Jo’s shoulders. She tried to breathe and stay in control, but Jo’s mouth was relentless, her confession pouring out with each thrust of her fingers.
Amelia came hard, a broken cry muffled against the pillow.
She clutched at Jo’s hair, at her shoulders, trying to anchor herself to something solid as everything inside her unravelled.
Jo coaxed every last tremor out of her, lowering her mouth again and licking her slowly through the aftershocks, then she kissed the insides of Amelia’s thighs with something dangerously close to tenderness.
Amelia dragged her up, needing her close and to feel Jo’s weight on top of her. She kissed her with a fierceness that bordered on painful, whimpering as she tasted herself on her lips. “God, I’ve missed being in here with you.”
Even in the darkness, Amelia could feel Jo’s eyes on her. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again when you didn’t show up over the last couple of weekends.”
“I’m sorry.” Amelia wanted to tell Jo that she wouldn’t see her again, but she couldn’t break her heart. Not right now. “Let me make it up to you.”
Jo’s breath hitched when Amelia slid down her body, forcing her robe open in one impatient motion. She spread Jo’s thighs apart and pressed a kiss to the soft skin just above her pussy, then another lower, until Jo was trembling.
“Would you like to come now?”
Jo’s gasp fractured into a moan the second Amelia’s tongue touched her. She devoured her slowly, aware that this was the end, her trembling hands holding Jo open as if she was the most precious thing she’d ever touched. And in truth, she was.
“F-fuck, yes!” Jo bucked helplessly, her hands tangling in Amelia’s hair. “O-oh, Amelia. You feel so fucking good.”
Amelia’s chest constricted. She hadn’t expected Jo to still be roleplaying, and quite frankly, it caught her off guard. Instead of being in her own head, she pushed two fingers deep inside Jo, curled them just right, and sucked her clit into her mouth until Jo was crying out.
“I-I… Oh, fuck!” Jo’s body convulsed as she shattered around Amelia’s fingers. “I-I love you.”
Those words broke Amelia into pieces. She held Jo through her orgasm, her mouth and hands unrelenting until she was a trembling mess, her body slick with sweat and her chest heaving with every ragged breath.
Amelia slid up and gathered Jo in her arms, kissing her anywhere her lips could reach. She shouldn’t have, but she couldn’t stop herself.
Jo clung to her, whispering between gasps, “If I had her, I’d never let her go. I’d keep her safe, I’d—”
“Shh.” Amelia stroked her hair and swallowed down a sob. “Maybe she already knows.”
Jo’s hand stilled against Amelia’s spine. “You think?”
Amelia closed her eyes. “I think she feels it.”
She couldn’t say more. Not when the truth balanced so precariously on the edge of her lips. Instead, she held Jo tighter and breathed her in, knowing this was the last time she’d ever get the chance to.
And if tonight was the end, then at least Jo had said the words Amelia had dreamed of hearing.