Chapter 37 #3
Etta took one of her hands and held it while she studied her form, skin, and tiny hairs growing there.
She also had a close-up of her lines, her wrinkles, and the bits of cellulite that had accumulated over the years.
Jamie was young, but she wasn’t immune to the effects of aging.
While they made her feel insecure in her everyday life, she rarely felt anything but sexy in front of Etta’s hungry gaze.
She didn’t see wrinkles – she saw the life she had lived.
Her cellulite? Whatever. Every woman Etta had ever been with probably had cellulite somewhere, no matter how old or young they had been.
Even Ms. Prissy Pants Adele had cellulite, Jamie would guess.
Monique had it, or if she didn’t have much, she definitely would now that she was having such a big baby.
Etta hadn’t cared about it when she was with them, so why would she care about it with Jamie?
Hadn’t she declared her the most beautiful woman in the world?
“Exquisite. Every piece of you is absolutely perfect, my lovely flower.”
“That’s not true,” she whispered. Jamie wanted to avert her eyes, but this was her fiancée. Why would she have to look the other way when talking to her about such intimate things? “I have my flaws, like any woman.”
“You do, but your flaws are what make you beautiful. I don’t care about other women’s flaws. I care about how yours make you who you are.”
I was right… So her hips bulged a little.
So her breasts sagged because gravity was a nasty thing.
So what? Etta liked those things about her.
They were a part of her physical character.
There was no reason for her to find Jamie ugly, or find her undesirable.
As long as Jamie wanted her in turn, they would have plenty of fun with or without the kink.
Right now, though, the kink was adding some much needed layers to Jamie’s life.
“I love you,” Etta reiterated. “Do you love me?”
“Of course I love you.” Jamie put her hand on Etta’s cheek. “I couldn’t have asked for a better woman in my life. Whether we role-play like this or go about our lives as usual, I’m happy to have you here.”
Etta grasped her wrist and pulled her arm down, eyes boring into hers. “Lie down on the bed. You’ve been so good all day, it’s only right that I give back to you.”
Adrenaline still pumped in Jamie’s veins after that grab.
Sometimes when she’s forceful like that…
it actually turns me on. Probably because she trusted her.
Etta would never do anything to hurt her.
Sure, she may hurt her feelings from time to time, because at the end of the day she was still a human being with faults and flaws of her own, but her intentions were always good and considerate.
So when she grabbed Jamie like that? All she could think was her doing some other things rather… forcefully.
“I believe I told you to do something. Why aren’t you doing it?”
Jamie brought herself back to reality, although she was more than content to remain in her sweet fantasy, where Mistress Etta held her down on the bed and gave her the fuck she really deserved.
I want to be screaming into the bed, my hands grabbing everything in reach and my whole body consumed by hers.
She crawled onto the bed now, ready to stay on her stomach but rolling onto her back with Etta’s not-so-gentle prodding. She thought Etta would take her. Own her. Be hard again and show her what she was truly made of.
Etta surprised her by pulling her legs open… and lowering her head between them.
Sometimes, she would close her eyes and go slow, in a near-worshiping motion that sent Jamie to another universe.
Other times, like tonight, she kept her eyes open, staring in carefully controlled awe at her.
Jamie groaned, both overtaken by Etta’s ability to fill her with endless pleasure and make her feel like this was one of the greatest honors she could receive.
It didn’t matter where her tongue went: inside her, on her clit, all around her folds where she was tickled and delighted…
as long as Etta kept leveling her gaze at her, Jamie was aware that this was a gift.
Her reward for being so good and gracious that day.
The perfect sub. The perfect future wife…
of someone who was currently the queen of cunnilingus.
She didn’t have to use her words to tell Jamie when to come. Her eyes said everything. Piercing. Determined. “Do it now.”
The orgasm was not the usual kind. It didn’t hit her – it seized her.
Every neuron in her body was absconded to another plane of pleasure, where she shivered, shook, quivered, and let out the most blissful moan to ever fall from her lips.
Etta’s tongue slammed inside her one moment and caressed her clit the next.
When the former happened, Jamie groaned, fulfilled in ways she usually couldn’t from a tongue.
When the latter occurred, she shrieked with the knowledge that she rode the crest of her wave.
Etta helped her come down by slowly lapping her folds, kissing her flesh, and rubbing her thighs.
She broke eye contact, her nose following the length of Jamie’s leg, inhaling her scent as if it were the world’s finest aphrodisiac.
Jamie, while sated, felt a second wind come for her already when Etta detached from her and finished taking off her shirt.
“Do you know what you taste like, my flower?” She could smell herself on Etta’s breath when she came to kiss Jamie’s mouth. “You have the sweetest nectar in the garden.”
The garden, huh? A fine metaphor for all the women Etta had plucked from the earth and had her way with. It was also totally, 100%, utterly her. Gardens. Flowers. Nature. Everything was earthly to a woman like Etta Coleman.
“I prefer the taste of your body, ma’am.” Jamie smiled against her lips. “If we’re being completely honest.”
“The best course is probably preferring each other over ourselves, yes.”
Jamie had to suppress a giggle, not that she had much energy for laughing right now.
“Sit still, my love. I’m going to make you come again.”
How could she say no to that?
Instead of using her fingers or even the toy, however, Etta reached into Jamie’s nightstand.
What is she… no way… Most of their bedroom toys were kept in Etta’s stashes, but there were a couple things Jamie kept in hers.
The primary thing being her own personally acquired toy she referred to as “The Other Etta.” Because sometimes a woman was not always around when someone was at home and in need of a quickie.
“I’ve always wondered…” Etta mused, holding it up to the light. “Why blue?”
Jamie had to swallow any embarrassment she felt. “It’s your favorite color, ma’am.”
“A convenient answer, if I ever heard one.” When the tip of the thing came for Jamie, she froze, disbelieving that Etta was doing this. “Now, relax. I want to see you come on this thing.”
Jamie wouldn’t question her motives. She would, however, fall back onto the bed the moment Etta thrust their new friend into her.
There was something diabolical about one of the hottest women in the world fucking her with anything but the toys she procured…
let alone experiencing their third round of penetrative sex this way.
Was it a sign that she wanted to bring Jamie constant pleasure even though she wasn’t quite ready to do it herself yet?
Or was there some other meaning? Like her being a toy on the other end of a toy?
Did Etta get off on this? One peek at her countenance said she was at least amused.
Then again, people enjoyed watching other women take anything between the legs.
“Let me tell you how good you look,” Etta murmured in her ears, her wrist expertly moving their blue friend in and out of Jamie.
Oh, fuck it. Ride it out, girl! She pinched her nipple with her other hand while Etta spoke.
“You’re so wet and ready for whatever comes for you, aren’t you?
I love how relaxed you can be in our bed.
There’s nothing hotter than watching you enjoy yourself, with or without my help. Don’t you think so?”
What, she wanted Jamie to speak? “Yes, ma’am. Fuck yes, ma’am!”
“Are you going to come?” Etta fucked her harder, expectation in her voice. Her wrist angled downward, the tip of the toy hitting Jamie right in the G-spot. She was already bracing herself when she spoke again. “You’re going to come.”
Like a comet smacking into the earth, Jamie’s body exploded from impact.
Her fingers clutched her fiancée’s skin, face twisting in a pleasure her voice could not express.
The only words coming out of her mouth as every inch of her body succumbed to the pressure inside her was, “Pull it out! Please!”
Etta didn’t ask any questions. She did as bade, and Jamie unleashed all that pressure building up inside of her.
“Holy shit,” Etta said, her smirk too much to bear. “That was… hot.”
You’re telling me! That heat was all over her thighs and dripping down her ass. She didn’t squirt often, but when she did, she damn well made it count.
“Hope you’re not finished yet.” Etta snuggled in next to her, kissing her shoulder as she pushed against Jamie’s chest. “Tell me, are you finished?”
Gasping, Jamie felt the power renewing in her body. I’ve had two… and a half… orgasms in half an hour… monster… “No, ma’am. I am always willing for more.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Get out the lube.” Etta grimaced. “The normal kind.”
Wearily, Jamie reached across the bed and opened the other nightstand. There wasn’t a lot of reasons to use lube in their relationship, but they always had it on standby, and apparently Etta had a damn good reason to want it.
The moment she had it in her hand, Etta pounced on her, bringing her so close that she yelped in excitement.