Chapter Eleven #5
“A lot of things. Let me see.” Imogen shuffled a bit closer.
“I like your sense of adventure, and your willingness to explore. I like how you make every situation fun and enjoyable. I like how you appreciate the little things in life—a cute cow, a pretty view, a great jam.” All things that Imogen appreciated too.
“I like how easy everything feels when we’re together.
” Okay, these were starting to get more serious.
But it was true, and Amy seemed absorbed in what Imogen was saying, so she kept going.
“I like how when you want something, you really go for it. Case in point—me. I like how you always ask about my day and are truly invested in the answer. I like that you’re driven and successful, even if I don’t love your chosen career.
” They were still great qualities that Imogen valued in a person.
“I like your smile. That dimple on your right cheek. Your amazing green eyes. Your silky, soft hair.” Imogen teased it with her finger.
“I like that you smell like a perfect summer’s day.
Like a mixture of flowers, fresh fruit, and coconut.
I like that your lips are, without a doubt, the softest in the universe.
” Imogen leaned in closer. “I like how they feel against mine. Oh, and I really like your bum.”
Amy snapped out of her daze. “My bum?”
Imogen held her hands up. “It’s not my fault you’ve got a great bum. It has to make the list. It’s fun to look at, okay?”
Amy’s smile was full of affection. “Kiss me right now, you objectifier.”
With a grin, Imogen happily obliged. She closed the short distance that remained between them and pressed her lips to Amy’s waiting ones.
They picked up exactly where they left off earlier.
Kissing slowly, savouring every single moment of being close again.
Like they had been apart for days rather than the minutes they really had.
Imogen cradled Amy’s cheek, the tenderness she felt inside pouring out in every touch.
They stayed that way for several minutes, unhurried, relaxed.
Gently caressing each other with every move of their lips and every stroke of their tongues.
Then their gentle kisses deepened and slowly turned into something more desperate.
This time it was Amy who took the lead. She pushed Imogen down onto her back and settled herself on top of her.
Amy claimed Imogen’s mouth with her own, making heat rush through her instantly.
Imogen breathed out a moan and grabbed Amy’s waist to pull her closer.
She needed to feel the warmth of Amy’s body against her own.
They didn’t have to stop this time. Like Amy had said earlier, they had all night.
But she wanted to make sure that this was what Amy wanted too, before they took things any further.
It would be too easy to get carried away.
She broke their kiss to check in. “You know we don’t have to do anything just because I’ve asked you to stay, right?”
Amy looked at her with soft eyes. “I do know. But you should know that this is exactly what I want to be doing.”
“By this, do you mean…?” Imogen paused, trying to think of the right words.
Amy saved her the trouble. “By this I mean there’s nothing I don’t want to do with you, for you, or to you, Imogen.” She placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Does that answer your question?”
“Yes,” Imogen whispered.
Amy tilted her head. “And you? Are you happy with what’s going on here?” She moved her hair to the side and leaned down again. She pressed her mouth to Imogen’s neck and sucked gently.
“Yes,” Imogen managed to breathe out again as Amy delicately nipped her skin.
“How about with this?” She kept kissing her way down to Imogen’s collarbone, only this time she slowly slid her hand under the fabric of Imogen’s top while she did. She ran her fingertips along the soft skin of Imogen’s stomach.
Imogen closed her eyes and moaned. “Yes.”
She felt Amy smile against her skin as she kissed her way slowly back up.
Just before she reached Imogen’s mouth, she pulled back and looked down at her with darkened eyes that seemed even darker in the dim, flickering candlelight.
Holding Imogen’s gaze, she slid her hand further up Imogen’s body, and over the fabric of her bra.
“This?” she asked, gently palming Imogen’s breast.
Both the moment and the feeling were so intense, Imogen almost cried out. “Yes.”
Amy grinned at her and added more pressure, clearly knowing the effect it would have. Then she slid her hand down and pushed it underneath Imogen’s bra. “And is this okay too?” She squeezed, not too hard, but hard enough, and this time Imogen did cry out.
“Yes. Yes, to everything,” she managed to say, before threading her hand into Amy’s hair and pulling her back down. Amy’s mouth crashed against her own and all bets were off. They had checked in. They had consented. Both of them wanted this.
Amy kissed her with sheer desire, once again devouring Imogen’s mouth with hers.
The kiss was hard, messy, bruising, and Imogen loved every second of it.
Amy tightened her grip on Imogen’s breast, while she traced her thumb over Imogen’s hardening nipple.
Heat curled low in Imogen’s stomach. Amy moved on to the other one, lavishing it with the same attention.
“Can I take this off?” she asked, pulling lightly on Imogen’s top.
Imogen nodded and lifted her arms up, positioning herself so that Amy could easily slip it over her head. Amy discarded it onto the floor beside them before unclasping Imogen’s bra and carefully sliding the straps down her arms.
In a move Imogen hadn’t expected, Amy also pulled her own top over her head and added it to the floor. Well, Imogen’s top. The lacy black bra underneath, however, belonged to Amy, and it was exquisite.
“I’m a firm believer in equality,” Amy said with a grin, and she reached around and unhooked her own bra and chucked it onto the ground.
Imogen barely had time to react before Amy leaned down and closed her warm mouth around her nipple, sucking gently at first as she rolled the other between her fingertips.
A strangled moan escaped Imogen’s mouth, which only spurred Amy on.
She alternated between sucking and licking and biting, getting harder and building the intensity gradually, as she gauged exactly how Imogen squirmed and responded each time she increased the pressure.
Imogen enjoyed it all. She writhed beneath Amy, burying her hands in her hair, desperately needing something to grab onto.
Every touch from Amy felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. Imogen had an overwhelming need to touch her too. Though her small sofa didn’t give her a lot of room to flip their positions—not without them rolling onto the floor.
“Bedroom. Now,” she commanded. Imogen wasn’t usually the bossy type, but in that moment, the urgent need to get Amy into her bed took over. She almost apologised, but from the look that Amy gave her, she didn’t seem to mind—on the contrary. So, Imogen went with it.
Amy stood and pulled Imogen up with her.
She kissed her again, letting Imogen lead her into the bedroom.
They were good at that. The whole kissing and walking thing.
That wasn’t always the case. Maybe they both had really good coordination.
Or maybe they were simply too distracted by each other to notice otherwise.
“Hold on,” Imogen said, stopping to grab a couple of candles on the way in—she could come back and blow the rest out later.
She didn’t mind if the bedroom was dark, but she did mind not being able to see Amy at all during their first time together.
Mood lighting was required. She set the candles on her dresser as they walked through the door and then she turned to Amy for another kiss.
And this time, as their mouths moved together, Imogen was able to touch her.
Finally. She ran her hands up Amy’s body and cupped her breasts like she had been dying to since Amy had taken off her bra.
They fit perfectly in Imogen’s hands like they belonged there.
Imogen massaged them while they continued kissing, enjoying the way Amy’s body responded against her hands.
Just like Amy had done to her, Imogen applied more pressure, and the result was Amy gasping with pleasure against her mouth. Which, let’s face it, was hot as hell.
But if Imogen thought she had gained the upper hand, Amy took it back again the second they reached the bed.
She was gentle but insistent as she pushed Imogen down onto the mattress and then stood looking down at her with eyes full of want.
She was gorgeous. With someone else, Imogen might have felt self-conscious at being stared at so intensely.
But Amy was looking at her like she was good enough to eat and all Imogen felt was desired.
It made her feel like she could do anything.
Amy took a step forward and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of Imogen’s jeans. “Can I?”
“Please.” Any clothes felt like too many right now.
Imogen shifted her hips while Amy pushed the jeans down gently, her soft hands trailing along the bare skin on Imogen’s legs.
Thank God she’d shaved them in the shower that morning.
All luck. There was no way she could have foreseen any of this happening tonight. Not that she was complaining.
“Yours too,” Imogen said once her own bottoms were off. Who was this tyrannical version of herself? Apparently, shameless desperation did things to her. Pushy things.
Again, Amy happily obeyed and pushed the joggers Imogen had given her down and kicked them to one side.
She was wearing lacy black underwear that undoubtedly matched her bra that was currently on the living room floor.
Imogen would have loved to see the whole ensemble together, but that would have to wait until next time.