Chapter 27 #2
Jo complied, sliding one hand up and wrapping it around Amelia’s throat. She picked up her pace, gave Amelia everything she had, and sent her over the edge once again. Amelia gushed over the toy, forcing it out of herself as she slumped forward, her body quaking.
“O-oh.” She held herself up, gripping the table hard when Jo slid back inside without warning. “Fuck…I—”
Jo chased her own release from the friction against her clit with each thrust. When it hit, she ground deep, riding the waves while Amelia drew every sensation from her.
When they finally slowed, panting and spent, Jo pulled out slowly and wrapped her arms around Amelia from behind. She kissed her shoulder, smiling against her sticky skin. “That takeout food better be good.” Jo sighed. “Because I’m starving now.”
“It will be.” Amelia turned in her arms, those dark eyes sparkling. “But…round two after we eat?”
Jo grinned. “Count on it.”
Amelia curled into Jo’s side, the warm lull of wine and leftover candlelight settling between them as life out on the street drifted in through the slightly open window.
The takeout boxes had been cleared away, their second glass of red still sat half full on the coffee table, and Jo’s thumb was tracing lazy circles over Amelia’s bare stomach where the hem of her tank top had ridden up.
After what they’d shared on Jo’s arrival, it was a different kind of intimacy this evening.
Slower.
More at ease.
Like their bodies knew they didn’t need to rush anymore.
“You’re comfortable,” Jo said quietly, her cheek resting against Amelia’s temple. “I could get used to this.”
Amelia lifted her head and smiled. “Us?”
“Mm.” Jo touched a hand to Amelia’s cheek. “Us being lazy after dinner. The whole thing.”
Amelia’s heart ached in a way she wasn’t quite used to yet.
This feeling of being held, wanted, and loved was still new.
But it wasn’t fragile. It didn’t feel like it might break if she breathed too deeply.
Jo had held her in the dark and now in the light, and somehow, the world hadn’t ended.
Here, she felt completely safe. “I could get used to it, too.”
Amelia’s hand drifted up under Jo’s top, her fingertips grazing over the slope of her waist, then the curve of her ribs. Jo inhaled sharply, her hand stilling on Amelia’s thigh. “I thought we were being lazy.”
Amelia pushed herself up, resting her forearm across the top of the couch behind Jo’s head. “I am being lazy.” She dipped her head and kissed the corner of Jo’s mouth. “I’m also very, very attracted to you.”
Jo tucked Amelia’s hair behind her ear. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” The ache that hadn’t quite left her since Jo had walked through the door came back all over again. “I’m thinking that I should probably do something about it…”
Jo slid her arm around Amelia’s back and urged her closer. Their lips met again, eliciting a low moan from Jo as Amelia’s tongue brushed against hers.
“God, you drive me insane.”
“I know,” Amelia nudged Jo onto her back. “It’s one of my many talents.”
Jo laughed softly, her arms wrapping around Amelia’s shoulders as she settled over her. “Here?”
“I like this couch.” Amelia smirked. “And between you and I…I’ve fucked myself in this very spot thinking about you before today.”
“Thinking won’t do.” Jo looked up at her, flushed and wrecked already, her T-shirt askew. “You should absolutely have the real thing.”
Amelia moved down her body slowly, trailing kisses across her collarbone, then lower, until her mouth reached the hem of Jo’s top. “I need you.”
Jo sat up and lifted her arms, her nipples already tight as Amelia whipped the fabric from her quickly. She urged Jo back down, kissing along the curve of one breast, then the other, her palm pressed to Jo’s hip to balance herself.
“Your mouth feels…” Jo shifted beneath her, her thighs falling open slightly in invitation. “Fuck. Just touch me.”
Amelia slid her hand past the waistband of Jo’s shorts, her fingers brushing the warm slickness already waiting for her.
“God,” Jo gasped as her hips lifted.
“I love how ready you always are for me.” Amelia kissed her way back up Jo’s neck as her fingers explored with slow, deliberate pressure. She circled gently, teasing Jo’s clit, then dipped lower and slipped two fingers inside with ease. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life inside you.”
Jo arched into her with a sharp breath, one hand fisting the couch cushion, the other clinging to Amelia’s arm. “Y-yes!”
“You feel so good,” Amelia whispered as she pumped slowly. “All of you feels incredible, baby.”
Jo’s thighs closed around Amelia’s hand as she exhaled a low, broken moan.
Amelia filled her with another finger and pressed the heel of her hand to Jo’s clit. Jo’s moans turned to gasps, every sound pulling Amelia deeper into her. She watched every flutter of her lashes, every quiver in her thighs, and every twitch of her stomach.
“Come apart for me, beautiful.”
Jo’s lips parted in a silent plea.
“Go on, let me feel you.”
Amelia kissed her again, swallowing her cries as she fucked her slowly, until Jo shattered beneath her with a hoarse cry.
Jo clung to her in the aftermath, her breath uneven and her body shaking. Amelia just held her. Not because she thought Jo needed to be grounded…but because she did. Making Jo feel this way was the only thing that had ever made her feel more real than any name or identity she’d ever worn.
“You and I…we’re going to make this work.” Jo nuzzled into Amelia’s neck and held her tight. “I can’t imagine a life without you in it. Not now.”
“Promise?” Amelia asked as she pressed a kiss to Jo’s hair. “That no matter what, we’ll come through anything we face?”
“Always.”
They lay there tangled up in one another.
No mask, no alias, and no curtain.
Just Amelia, finally loved…in full view.