Chapter 24
24
Jade hadn’t known their date would end with her bringing Franny back to her place. But she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t prepared for it. She’d cleaned the way her mother would have—deeply and thoroughly, as if preparing for inspection. Dishes had been washed, floors had been mopped, even her pantry had been reorganized. She’d changed her sheets too—not just washed but changed. The normal pair of heather-gray jersey sheets, built for warmth and comfort, had been replaced with a soft, lush pair of emerald-green flax linen ones. They’d never been used before, not even by her. So when Franny guided her into her own bedroom and practically threw her onto the bed, she felt herself sink into the softness of them just as her body was covered with the delicious warmth of another.
Her dress had been hiked up to her waist, and Franny was between her thighs, pants unbuttoned, shirt untucked and half-open. Jade’s hands drifted down the smooth softness of her neck to the collar of her shirt, pushing the fabric off her shoulders. Franny’s dark nipples were hard behind her little white bralette. Jade’s thumbs found them, reveling in the way they seemed to only get harder.
Franny shivered on top of her, grinding her body harder against Jade’s. A warm thigh pressed up against her sensitive pussy, and her already soaked panties grew even more saturated.
“Francesca…”
“Have I told you how much I fucking love it when you say my name?” Franny’s words were spoken into the skin between Jade’s breasts.
“No, you haven’t,” Jade breathed out.
“Well, goddamn I do. Every time you say it, it drives me wild.”
“Why?”
Franny shoved Jade’s bra down, licking around an areola before her lips sucked the nipple in. It wasn’t until Jade was squirming and whining under her that she answered the question.
“Because when you say it, I can tell you mean it. You’re not just saying it because it’s a name; you’re saying it because it’s mine .”
Franny’s mouth was on her other nipple then, warm and wet, biting at the skin until it stung, just to soothe it with her soft tongue.
“Yes…” Jade could barely think straight. “It’s yours. It’s yours.”
“What’s mine? The name or this body of yours? Which one is mine?”
That thigh moved against her pussy again, and Jade rocked her hips against it, greedy, humping desperately. Her last orgasm had been mere minutes ago. She could still feel the effects of it in her wrung-out body. She didn’t feel finished, though, not nearly. Not even fucking close.
“Both…” She dragged the words out.
“You want to prove that they’re both mine?”
“Anything… I’ll do anything.”
Franny chuckled—it was a dark sound, though nowhere close to unkind—and she moved off Jade completely, which caused her to ache and whine like some kind of wounded animal. Franny lounged next to her, bare feet dangling off the bed.
“Stand up, Jade.”
For all her talk and pomp, Jade was naught but a bottom eager to fold under the commands of a woman with the power to wield them so perfectly. So she stood, feet planted on the floor at the foot of the bed, looking down at Franny as she lay on her back, undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt before throwing it on the floor. Those brown nipples were tight against white cotton, pressing so hard Jade thought they might rip the fabric. Her mouth watered, tongue heavy as she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from panting or begging or worse.
“Take your clothes off.”
She did not need to be told twice. Her little black dress was up and over her head before either of them could blink, leaving her clad only in the pair of panties she’d had on underneath.
“Those too, angel girl.”
And so they went. And there she stood, naked and trembling as Franny took her in. That dark gaze roamed every inch of her body, from the unpainted tips of her toes to the hairs that stuck out of her bun. Jade felt completely and totally exposed. More than naked, she was bare. But somehow it didn’t embarrass her or make her shy. She wanted this woman to see her, every single bit. The mole on her belly and the little hair that grew out of it. The stretch marks on her ass, the silvery scars on her shins. Even the things that were deep inside too. Both dastardly and divine.
“You’re so beautiful.” Franny breathed the words out so confidently that there was no arguing with her.
Jade’s eyes fluttered closed. “Can you tell me again?”
She heard the sheets rustle and knew Franny was sitting up before she even reached out to take Jade’s hand in hers. Franny pressed Jade’s palm to her mouth, kissing the warm skin, rubbing her face against it. Jade hoped her fingertips committed the feeling of her eyes and lips and cheeks to memory, until recalling them became just as easy as breathing.
This woman had her completely gone—taken. Jade wouldn’t consider floating back down to any reality where this wasn’t happening. Where she wasn’t standing naked in front of Francesca Lim, being seen and feeling adored.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Franny said, finally giving in to Jade’s request.
“More beautiful than Spanish moss,” she continued, trailing kisses up Jade’s wrist.
“And Carolina rain showers.”
A hand replaced those lips on her wrist. “And a perfect spiral throw.”
Jade laughed, the moment of levity much appreciated when it felt like her heart was likely to explode out of her chest at any given moment. “That last one is a tall order.”
“It’s true,” Franny insisted.
That hand of hers pulled Jade forward, and the closer she got, the farther Franny moved until she was lying down on the bed again.
“Now come sit on me. I want to see how beautiful you are from down here.”
Jade didn’t need any more urging; she felt in tune with Franny now. She may not have known exactly what the other woman was thinking, but she knew enough to understand that when she clambered up the bed, it was Franny’s face she was meant to park herself on rather than her lap.
She hissed as Franny wasted no time using her fingers to spread her pussy open, laving her tongue over Jade’s pulsing, wet clit.
“Oh God…” Jade’s hands went into Franny’s hair, gripping the soft raven locks just enough to spur her on but not hurt her. “That feels so fucking good, Francesca.”
Underneath her, Franny reacted with grunts and hums that only made the feeling of her mouth more intense. A quick slap to Jade’s round ass almost shocked her into orgasm—almost.
“Fuck my face.” The words were muffled between her thighs but clear as day. “Work that pussy against me. Use me.”
Jade’s hips started moving in a steady rhythm. Unabashed and joyous, she threw her head back and wailed. Thankful, not for the first time, that she didn’t share walls with anyone, because the sounds of their sex were too hot to ignore. Grunts and moans, the slick slide of her pussy, even the sound of the bed frame gently beating against the wall. They were all reminders that she was there, that this was real.
Her belly coiled up tightly; something wound itself around every single one of her organs and squeezed until it felt like there was no air left in her lungs. It would be so easy to let go, to release and fall, tumbling down that hill until she found her bliss. But she didn’t want that, not yet. She wanted to draw it out, make the pleasure last. Honestly, she never wanted it to stop. But from the ferocious way Franny was eating her out, the other woman seemed hell-bent on squeezing the nut out of her.
“Stop,” Jade panted. “Hold on, hold on.”
Franny pulled back immediately, and Jade moved down just a bit until she was sitting on her chest.
“What’s wrong?” Franny looked up at her, that lovely gaze full of worry. “Did I do something?”
Jade shook her head. “I don’t want to come yet.”
“I can give you as many as you want. You know that, right? We don’t have to stop.”
“I know.” Jade leaned down and pressed a sloppy kiss to Franny’s lips, tasting herself. “I just can’t stand not being able to touch you for so long.”
Franny swallowed. “I’m right here. You can touch me all you want.”
“I won’t want to stop, Francesca.”
“So don’t.”