Chapter Eleven #6
“Come here,” Imogen said tenderly. Bossy Imogen softened at the sight of Amy’s perfect body. The urge to touch her outweighed any desire to take charge.
Amy crawled onto the bed and hovered over Imogen, before she gently eased herself down on top of her.
As they connected, warmth and desire shot straight through Imogen.
She couldn’t wait another second before crushing her mouth against Amy’s.
Their lips collided with bruising force, this kiss hungrier than any of the kisses before.
Fiery. Even a bit wild, as they fought one another for dominance.
It didn’t matter who won. The fight was the prize.
Imogen sucked Amy’s warm tongue into her mouth, and Amy responded by biting down on Imogen’s bottom lip and sucking it into hers. God, they were sexy together.
Both of them craved more. Imogen arched her hips upward as Amy pushed hers down.
They continued to move together, each of them seeking more and more pressure where they needed it most. Imogen could feel her underwear getting wetter and wetter with every roll of Amy’s hips.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted someone this badly.
In fact, Imogen had forgotten what it felt like to want anyone at all.
It almost felt healing in a way. Like she was getting a piece of herself back that had been lost.
They were both almost breathless by the time Amy reached down and pressed her hand against the damp fabric between Imogen’s legs. A moan escaped each of them at the contact, which only made Amy kiss her harder. She kept her hand in place and wordlessly urged Imogen to rock against it.
As she rolled her hips, Imogen could already feel shockwaves of something big building up inside her, and that was with her underwear still on. What would happen when Amy slipped her hand—“Oh, fuck.”
In one swift move, Amy moved her underwear to the side and slid her fingers purposefully through the wetness between her legs.
It was only then that Amy pulled her mouth away from Imogen’s and smiled.
“Wow. No wonder these are soaked.” She tugged on the waistband of Imogen’s underwear. “I think they need to come off.”
Imogen thought so too and nodded. Amy made quick work of sliding them down her legs, before returning her hand straight back to Imogen’s aching centre.
She was so wet she could hear the sound of her own arousal as Amy touched her with slow, deliberate confidence.
“It’s been a while,” Imogen said sheepishly.
“Lucky for me,” Amy said softly, and she kissed her again. “Trust me, you feel amazing.” Then, much like she had earlier, Amy kissed her way down to Imogen’s neck again. Only this time she kept going. As she kissed her way lower and lower, Amy’s fingers continued to slowly circle Imogen’s clit.
Imogen squeezed her eyes shut, unable to stifle the gasps and moans slipping from her lips. Seriously, she was only going to last an embarrassingly short time—she was achingly close already.
Amy lingered when her lips found Imogen’s breasts. She took her time kissing each of them. Then, she switched her focus to one and pressed her tongue firmly against Imogen’s nipple. At the same time, she pushed her fingers even harder against Imogen’s clit.
That sound couldn’t possibly have come from Imogen.
Only, she glanced down and saw the very sexy sight of Amy looking up at her with her tongue still touching her breast, paired with a wicked grin on her face—meaning she looked pretty fucking pleased with herself for making Imogen cry out like that.
So, yeah, it had come from her. Imogen threw her head back against the pillow in surrender, allowing Amy to keep kissing her way lower.
Somehow Amy managed to make her feel both worshipped and completely safe.
She gave each of Imogen’s nipples one final kiss, before moving downward, placing open-mouthed kisses along the length of Imogen’s tummy.
When Amy finally settled between her legs, her hands glided slowly up Imogen’s thighs.
Imogen could feel her own moisture being spread along her skin.
Amy guided her legs up a little, so they were bent at the knees.
Then she wrapped her arms around them and held them firmly in place.
A flash of lightning filled the room, and a loud roll of thunder sounded a couple of seconds after—like the storm wanted to make itself known at the most intimate of moments.
Imogen risked another glance down just as Amy’s head disappeared between her legs, and her soft tongue replaced the spot where her fingers had been.
A helpless moan escaped her. She didn’t even care about being quiet anymore.
Amy’s tongue felt incredible, and Imogen wanted her to know it.
Her fingers slipped into Amy’s hair, gently keeping her there.
It was Amy’s turn to groan as she worked her mouth against Imogen, her tongue moving in determined strokes and pushing harder and harder against her. Imogen squirmed beneath her. Her orgasm was building so quickly it felt ready to crash over her at any second.
When Amy slid two fingers inside her and flattened her tongue against Imogen’s clit, she was so close. “Oh my God. Keep doing exactly that.”
Amy sucked on her clit as she began to move her fingers in and out, expertly curling them every time she entered.
As Imogen’s breathing picked up, so did Amy’s pace, and she thrust harder and faster.
That did it. The orgasm that had been building since Amy started touching her finally tore through Imogen with so much power that she almost blacked out.
Maybe she did for a few seconds—Imogen wasn’t completely sure.
All she knew was that nobody had ever made her feel like that before.
Amy stayed with her the entire time, guiding her carefully through her orgasm with steady movements and soft, reassuring touches.
It was only when Imogen came back down again, almost shaking, that she gradually slowed to a stop.
She eased her fingers out of Imogen and climbed back up the bed to lie beside her. Imogen could taste herself on Amy’s lips when she leaned over and kissed her softly. “That was incredible,” she said with a smile.
“I’m going to need a minute,” Imogen said, still catching her breath.
She had never felt anything that came remotely close to that.
It wasn’t just the pleasure either. It was the feeling of being wanted that intensely by someone she wanted just as much in return.
When people said that sex could be earth-shattering, Imogen had never really believed it. She did now.
Amy lay on her side and ran her fingers lazily up and down Imogen’s arms. “Take all the minutes you need. I’m good here.”
Imogen turned to her after a few more seconds. “You’re amazing. You must know that.”
Amy smiled and lifted the shoulder she wasn’t leaning on. “You might be biased. Also, I’m selfish because a lot of that was for me. You are extremely enticing. I could happily touch and taste you all night.”
Imogen did like the sound of that. But not before she had a chance to touch Amy back.
Hoping to catch her by surprise, Imogen pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her.
She straddled her waist, taking over the position Amy had occupied earlier.
“I think it’s only fair that I get to be selfish too.
Because I really, really want to touch you. ”
Amy smiled up at her. “I can live with that.”
Imogen really wanted to go slow. To take her time and relish every second. But then she also looked down at Amy and wanted to sob at how hot she looked, lying there, completely ready for her. Yeah, so much for that idea. Imogen could be patient later.
She kissed Amy everywhere, starting with her lips and moving down from there. Amy tasted just how she smelled—of summertime. The breasts that felt so perfect in Imogen’s hands felt every bit as perfect in her mouth too. Imogen realised there and then that she was never going to get enough of her.
As for being embarrassed earlier about how wet she was, there really hadn’t been any need. Amy was drenched by the time Imogen made it between her legs. And once Imogen tasted her, she was pretty sure she’d found her new favourite thing in the world.
Imogen continued to tease and torture Amy with her tongue until she was begging for more.
Imogen knew she was close, and as much as she couldn’t get enough of Amy’s taste, she also wanted to see exactly how Amy looked when she fell apart beneath her.
Commit it to her memory. So, she replaced her tongue with her fingers and climbed back up the bed and kissed Amy with all the passion she had.
Imogen stroked her with steady pressure before pushing her fingers deep inside.
That was all it took to tip Amy over the edge.
Making the choice to watch her cry out in ecstasy had been a really good call.
Imogen watched, mesmerised, as Amy let go and surrendered to her touch completely.
They didn’t get much sleep that night as they continued to learn and explore each other’s bodies.
But it wasn’t simply a night about sex. It was a night of connection.
Of trust. Of finally letting herself have something she wanted instead of running away from it.
And when Imogen did start to drift off all wrapped up in Amy, she knew one thing for certain—asking Amy to stay had been the best decision she’d made in a very long time.
No matter what regrets she may end up with, tonight would never be one of them.
She fell asleep with aching limbs, a satisfied body, and a heart fuller than it had been in years.