Chapter 37 #4
“Before we get married…” Etta’s voice reverberated against her body, and she couldn’t tell what were shivers of arousal and what was her. “I want to know every part of your body. There’s still one thing I have yet to experience with you.”
Her hand smacked Jamie’s ass, sending her halfway across the bed with a shriek.
“No?” Etta asked.
Jamie wasn’t saying no to anything yet. “I never said no, ma’am.”
She was in her arms, pinned beneath her half-naked body, feeling her grind her trousers against her bare ass as her fingers moved beneath her and found her wetness. “You are so wet.” Etta bit her ear, enough to make her groan once more. “Even for you, you’re wet.”
At this point in their lovemaking, Jamie should not have been surprised when Etta’s finger trailed from her wetness to her ass. Yet she soundlessly gasped, automatically clenching before she had the chance to slip her finger in.
“Relax,” Etta bade her. “If you really want me to stop, you know your safe word, but try not to resist.”
How could she not? Every inclination told her that it was unnatural for even her fiancée to touch her there. That didn’t mean Jamie didn’t want her to… but fighting against instinct was never easy for anyone.
“Oh!” She grabbed the pillow beneath her as Etta’s finger finally made its way in.
She was not shocked when she said her next few words. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Jamie. You’re going to come harder than you ever have before.”
Was that a challenge?
“Yes!” How did that word slip from her mouth as Etta readied the double-ended toy and pressed the longer end against her ass?
Was Jamie so far gone in their scene that she would literally do anything?
Probably. When it came to Etta and what she incited in their bedroom, anything was possible. Like fucking her in the ass.
“Have you ever had someone inside you here?” Etta parted Jamie’s flesh, fingers cool from the smooth lube. “I want to know if I am the first.”
“No,” Jamie mumbled. “I mean, nobody’s ever been in there.”
“So, I’m the first to take your ass? I didn’t think there was a virginal spot on your body.”
You may be surprised. Jamie had never been into the idea of anal sex… until now, when it was at her back doorstep. The head of the toy teased her opening, but did not charge forward. Nor did it ease forward. Not yet. “I want you to be the first, ma’am.”
“You want me to fuck your ass?” Her hand curled beneath Jamie’s chin, cinching her throat. “Do you want me to own your body?”
Powerful. Jamie felt powerful – Etta felt powerful on top of her.
Together, their power was unprecedented, and it helped that Etta eased her hand down Jamie’s chest, grabbing her breasts while growling against her skin.
She inched forward, and Jamie took deep, quivering breaths to keep from clenching.
“Yes, Mistress,” she muttered. “Take all of me. I want you to be the first and only one.” Jamie had been with a few other partners, but none of them had touched her there.
Some of them brought it up, but she wasn’t comfortable with them like she was with Etta.
Neither were they worthy of having every inch she could give to a lover. Not like Etta was. “It’s all yours.”
“Damn right, it’s all mine. Everything you possess, I own.” Etta held her hips, the double-ended toy advancing whether Jamie clenched or not. “You have to relax, though. Once I’m in, it’ll be easier.”
Jamie trusted her, but it was hard to believe in those first few seconds when the toy took its time entering her. At first, Jamie resisted. Then it was in, Etta claiming the last piece of Jamie that had yet to be claimed.
It was unlike anything she ever experienced before. That much was definitely true. Etta was slow at first, but it still showed Jamie how different this kind of sensation was. Tight. Deep.
Etta told her how good it felt, how beautiful she was, and how happy she was to share this moment with her. Then she fucked Jamie, her hips slamming the toy into her and making damn well sure she could never call that hole virginal again.
Jamie had felt taken, beholden, and claimed in all sorts of manners before, but this was her first time feeling like she was hers.
This was what it meant. This was what it truly meant to be owned by Etta Coleman, a woman who could have anything she wanted.
She wanted Jamie. She also wanted her ass, and she damn well got it when she asked for it.
She was falling into a type of surrender she didn’t even know possible.
She still felt it when Etta pulled out, leaving her open in more than one place.
She felt herself surrender to her and every whim she could conjure when Etta inserted the blue toy into her pussy, lodging it deep inside – and in that position, it would be difficult for her to accidentally push it out in the throes of lovemaking.
She even claimed surrender when Etta pulled the underwear from her pocket and shoved them in Jamie’s mouth, quickly muttering how she could signal a safe word if necessary whilst removing her pants.
She definitely, definitely surrendered her heart, body, and soul when Etta fucked her ass again.
Jamie couldn’t speak. She couldn’t make a sound, and not because she had her lingerie in her mouth.
Even if she wanted to speak, her body wouldn’t let her.
She was beyond her body. In some other realm.
Heaven? Not quite. Definitely a glimpse of a paradise that existed beyond her mortal coil.
The type of place a person could not visit for long without permanently losing their mind – but having a taste of it was good enough from time to time.
More than enough… because Jamie had never felt this close to her fiancée before.
She released reality when Etta sat up, bracing her hands against her back as she slammed her hips against her ass. Between her, the toy in her pussy, and the sensations of the world around her fading to black, Jamie shot off into the stratosphere and felt…
Well, she wasn’t sure if it was one giant orgasm that lasted half her lifetime, or if it was one after another for infinity, but she was no longer in her body and didn’t care to come back.
She had never been filled like this before.
Not by one woman, for sure. That one woman was in the midst of quickly losing herself too.
Jamie may have been a million miles away, but she heard her groan in climax.
It wasn’t until Etta came from her own stimulation that Jamie realized that she had been screaming on her lingerie this entire time.
Sensation returned to her. Gravity was heavy, ridiculous, and utterly unnecessary.
Yet here it was, pulling Jamie onto the bed and making her face what Etta gloriously did to her.
“Fuck me, ma’am!” she was crying, words muffled but recognizable. “Fuck me!”
She collapsed when the orgasm passed. Etta slowly eased out of her, and the first – and last thing – Jamie felt before slipping into unconsciousness was her fiancée’s sigh hitting the air. She slipped on top of her, a single kiss hitting her cheek as she said goodnight to the world around her.