Chapter 28 #2
Jamie slid her hands to Erin’s shoulders, pushing the fabric of her shirt down and off with deliberate care. The movement left Erin sitting in little more than her sports bra, and for a moment Jamie just let herself take in the sight.
Erin’s hands, which had been steady at Jamie’s waist, seemed to catch up to the reality of the moment. Her palms began to roam, tracing slow paths up and down Jamie’s sides, mapping every curve with a reverence that made Jamie’s breath catch.
Erin’s touch grew bolder, her hands sliding higher until they brushed the hem of Jamie’s shirt. She paused just long enough to search Jamie’s face, and when Jamie nodded, Erin pushed the fabric upward with steady hands.
The shirt lifted to reveal the bra Jamie had chosen that morning with a quiet, reckless kind of hope. The dark lace was prettier than anything she usually wore, a secret little signal to herself that maybe tonight could turn into something more.
The hesitation Jamie had felt in Erin’s touch all night seemed to vanish in an instant.
The careful, tentative woman who had asked permission at every turn gave way to the Erin Jamie had seen behind a podium: certain, commanding, unflinching.
Her hands no longer hovered but claimed, steady and sure, and the intensity in her eyes left no room for doubt.
Erin’s arms tightened around Jamie’s middle, pulling her closer until her mouth found the soft curve above the lace.
She kissed along the swell with growing confidence, then let her teeth graze lightly against the sensitive skin.
The sharp edge of it dragged a surprised sound from Jamie’s throat before she could stop herself.
Jamie realized she didn’t have to stay caught up in Erin’s lead. Heat surged through her, and with a sudden burst of confidence she pressed her hands to Erin’s shoulders and pushed her back, firm enough that Erin fell onto the bed with a soft thud.
Erin propped herself on her elbows, eyes glinting with something sharp and playful. A slow smile spread across her face, the kind that dared Jamie forward.
Try me, that look seemed to say.
Jamie surged forward, shifting from her seated perch to cover Erin’s body with her own. She slid one leg between Erin’s, pressing gently, just enough to draw a soft reaction. Erin’s eyes fluttered closed as her head tipped back against the bed, surrendering to the sensation.
Seizing the moment, Jamie lowered her mouth to Erin’s skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the line of her chest and across her stomach. Each touch felt deliberate, reverent, her path leading steadily toward the dip of Erin’s belly button.
Jamie’s hand slid up to cup the swell of Erin’s breast, massaging gently until she felt the soft peak respond beneath the thin fabric of her sports bra. When it hardened under her touch, Jamie hooked her fingers under the edge of the bra and tugged it down, baring Erin completely.
She lowered her head without hesitation, closing her mouth over the exposed skin and flicking her tongue lightly across the nipple. Erin’s sharp inhale was all the encouragement Jamie needed to keep going.
Jamie slipped her other hand beneath the edge of the bra, slowly pushing it upward. Erin tensed, her fingers catching Jamie’s wrist to stop her.
“If it’s all right, I’d like to keep this on,” she said softly, her eyes flicking away as if she were embarrassed to ask.
Jamie stilled, then drew her hand back, her gaze locking onto Erin’s. “Baby…” The word slipped out before she could second-guess it, warm and certain on her tongue. Erin’s eyes flicked back to hers at the sound, surprise flashing there, followed quickly by something softer.
Jamie gave her a small, reassuring smile. “This is about you just as much as it’s about me. Whatever makes you comfortable, that’s what I’m here for.”
“In that case…” Erin’s voice had dropped, low and sure, as her hands settled firmly on Jamie’s shoulders. In one swift motion she hooked her leg around Jamie’s and used the leverage to roll them over, pressing Jamie back against the mattress until Erin was the one on top.
The shift left Jamie breathless, her body pinned beneath the sudden weight and heat of Erin’s. Surprise sparked through her, followed fast by exhilaration at the confidence blazing in Erin’s eyes.
As Erin’s mouth moved down Jamie’s chest, her fingers found the clasp at Jamie’s back. A quick flick, and the bra came free.
Jamie gasped when cool air hit her skin, her hands sliding up Erin’s arms, urging her closer.
Erin looked up briefly, searching her face for hesitation. Jamie’s answering nod was small but certain. Erin’s breath warmed her skin a moment before she closed her mouth around Jamie’s nipple, teeth grazing in a deliberate bite.
Jamie moaned, the sound raw and unrestrained, her body melting under Erin’s touch, pliant and soft in her hands.
Erin’s hands slid down Jamie’s sides, firm and deliberate, until they reached the button of her pants.
In one fluid motion she undid the button, tugged the zipper down, and slipped her hand inside.
Her palm cupped Jamie with confident pressure, and a smirk curved across her lips at the wet heat she found there.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Jamie?” Erin’s voice was low, almost a growl.
The flutters inside Jamie’s body turned wild, her pulse racing too fast to catch up. All she could do was nod quickly, breath shallow as her whole body leaned into the answer.
All too soon Erin’s hand slipped away, tugging at the waistband of Jamie’s pants. Jamie lifted her hips to help, kicking them off to the floor before letting her legs fall open in invitation.
Erin’s gaze dropped, lingering on the dark red panties now clinging damp against Jamie’s skin. A low murmur left her lips, almost more to herself than to Jamie. “Oh, you’re really ready for me.”
She shifted off the mattress and knelt between Jamie’s thighs, her hands firm as she drew Jamie closer to the edge of the bed.
The anticipation made Jamie’s pulse stutter.
She couldn’t stand the distance, the teasing edge of it, and her fingers threaded into Erin’s hair.
With a gentle but insistent pressure, she guided her down.
Erin lowered her head, her tongue dragging a slow stripe over the damp fabric between them. The pressure was soft, maddeningly gentle, just enough to make Jamie cry out. Her fingers clenched tighter in Erin’s hair, urging her closer.
Erin repeated the motion, steady and deliberate, and Jamie’s whole body arched in response. The teasing was unbearable. “Erin, I can’t—please… I need—” The words tumbled out, broken and unfinished.
Erin glanced up at her from between her legs, eyes dark and calm, her voice deceptively innocent. “Need what, baby?”
Jamie’s chest heaved, the plea spilling out in a rush. “Please… I need your tongue on me.” Her body shook with urgency, every nerve stretched thin with want.
Erin pulled Jamie’s panties to the side, and her tongue pressed in deep exploration.
The sudden sensation nearly undid Jamie on the spot, a loud moan tearing from her throat.
Erin’s movements grew surer with each pass, and the shift made Jamie’s whole body jolt.
Another cry escaped before she could swallow it down, the sound filling the quiet room.
She didn’t know when it had happened, but suddenly her underwear was gone, discarded, and she was fully bare in Erin Calhoun’s bed. Jamie’s hand tightened in Erin’s hair, urging her closer, needing more. Erin obeyed, her tongue finally, firmly, right where Jamie needed it most.
Erin lifted Jamie’s legs over her shoulders, settling into a position that gave her full access.
One hand stroked gently along Jamie’s thigh, the touch steady and grounding even as the intensity between them built.
The contrast kept Jamie tethered as she rose higher, every breath carrying her closer to the edge.
Jamie’s head tipped back, a ragged cry leaving her lips as Erin’s rhythm held steady.
The pressure coiled tight inside her, sharper with every pass, until her whole body trembled with it.
Her fingers tangled in Erin’s hair, pulling her closer, anchoring herself to the only thing that felt solid in the storm of sensation.
“Erin—” Her voice cracked on the name, breaking apart as her orgasm crested. Heat spilled through her in a rush that stole her breath and left her clinging, boneless, every nerve lit on fire.
When she finally collapsed back against the mattress, chest heaving, her hand fell slack against Erin’s shoulder. She could still feel her pulse thrumming, sharp and relentless, but her voice had gone soft.
“Oh my god…” she whispered, barely able to form the words.
Erin lifted her head, her lips glistening, and offered Jamie a sheepish grin. “Think you can handle another?”
Jamie’s laugh came out shaky, still catching her breath. Her whole body ached with aftershocks, but the heat in Erin’s eyes made her pulse trip all over again. Her answer was immediate, breathless, and certain.
“Yes.”