Chapter 29
Twenty Nine
Jamie’s laugh was shaky, still catching on the edge of her breath. Her whole body trembled with the aftermath, but the look in her eyes told Erin she wasn’t finished yet. Erin wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned before she could stop herself.
“Think you can handle another?”
Jamie’s eyes widened, bright and startled. Erin felt the reaction in her own chest, a warm pull that made her sit back a little to give Jamie room to breathe. That small shift exposed a sliver of her waistband, the edge of her strap peeking above her pants.
Jamie’s gaze dropped to it and stayed there.
Erin stilled. She’d been ready for surprise, maybe even discomfort, but not the quiet, focused curiosity on Jamie’s face. Jamie was nervous, that much Erin could see, but there was no recoil. No hesitation that felt like rejection.
Just interest. And questions she didn’t know how to ask yet.
Jamie swallowed, her voice low and unsure. “Do you… do you pack a lot? Is that normal for you?”
Erin let out a slow breath, her hand brushing lightly over Jamie’s thigh. The touch calmed them both.
“Not always,” she said. “I do it when it feels right. When it feels like me. Tonight it did.” She held Jamie’s gaze, steady and open. “But I won’t use it if you don’t want me to.”
Jamie’s blush deepened, her breath catching in a way that tightened something warm in Erin’s chest. She shook her head quickly.
“No. I want you to. I just…” She laughed once, soft and embarrassed. “I’ve never done this before. Not like this. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
Erin’s chest tightened — not with annoyance, not with insecurity, but with something unexpectedly tender. She leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to Jamie’s temple, the kind meant to settle nerves rather than spark more.
“You don’t have to do anything,” she murmured. “That’s not on you. You just trust me, all right?”
Jamie’s eyes closed, a tremor running through her body as she nodded. “I do. I trust you.”
The words settled deep in Erin’s chest, fiercer than any rush of desire. Jamie trusted her, with her body, with her nerves, with the part of herself she’d never given to anyone else. And Erin was going to take care of her.
Jamie’s hands found Erin’s waist, fingers fumbling slightly as she worked at the button of her jeans. Erin could feel the tremor in her touch.
“J, listen,” Erin murmured, voice low and gentle. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
Jamie shook her head quickly. “No, I want to,” she said, a breath of nervous laughter slipping out. “I just… well, normally I’d go straight for a blow job, but that doesn’t really work here.”
Erin’s mouth curved into a smirk. “What gave you that idea?”
Jamie’s cheeks flushed deep red, her gaze falling to her lap until Erin lifted her chin again. Their eyes met, and Erin’s expression softened. “Trust me, Jamie,” she said quietly. “Whatever you want to do, I’m already there.”
Jamie nodded, her hands finding courage as she tugged Erin’s jeans down over her hips.
As the fabric fell away, revealing more of her, Erin leaned forward and captured Jamie’s mouth again, the kiss deepening with every unspoken word between them.
Her tongue teased along the seam of Jamie’s lips until she felt her open in response.
The slow slide of their tongues met and tangled, the taste of her sending heat straight through Erin’s body.
She broke the kiss only long enough to guide Jamie gently back onto the bed, then climbed over her, settling astride her waist. Looking down, Erin caught her breath.
Jamie’s blonde hair was fanned out across the sheets, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven pulls. Erin’s heart stumbled at the sight.
Before she could let herself think, she dipped forward again, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of Jamie’s throat, tasting the quickened pulse beneath her lips. A low moan vibrated against Erin’s mouth, and she couldn’t help but smirk against the soft skin of Jamie’s neck.
“Yeah?” she whispered, her voice brushing the space between them.
“Mhmm…” Jamie breathed, wrapping her arms around Erin and pulling her closer until their bodies fit together like something inevitable.
Erin shifted, sliding one leg between Jamie’s, pressing it firmly against the heat at the apex of her thighs. The contact drew a sharp breath from Jamie, and almost immediately she began to move, slow and deliberate, chasing the friction she craved.
Erin’s thigh moved in a slow rhythm beneath her, each roll of Jamie’s hips drawing out a soft sound that went straight to her core. For a moment, Erin let herself get lost in it—the heat, the pressure, the sight of Jamie’s head tipping back.
But then a thought cut through the haze. If she let this go on much longer, Jamie would finish before Erin ever got the chance to show her what she really wanted. The idea stirred something deeper in her, a pull she couldn’t ignore.
She steadied her breathing, sliding her hands along Jamie’s sides and coaxing her still for a moment. “Hold on,” she murmured, voice low but steady. “I’ve got something better in mind.”
Erin leaned back slightly, still catching her breath as she watched Jamie beneath her. The sight alone was enough to test her restraint. She brushed a hand over Jamie’s stomach, letting her touch linger there before sitting up.
“Stay right there,” she said softly, her voice rough with intent.
Jamie’s eyes fluttered open, green and unfocused, tracking Erin’s movements as she shifted to her knees.
Erin hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of her boxers and eased them down.
The air between them seemed to thicken with every inch of skin revealed, until the skin-toned toy caught the low light between them.
When she looked back at Jamie, her gaze was steady, full of quiet promise. “I want you to feel me,” Erin said, the words low and deliberate as she settled back between Jamie’s legs.
Jamie nodded up at her, reaching for Erin again. Erin steadied herself with one hand and guided the toy with the other, sliding it slowly through Jamie’s slick heat to gather what she needed.
When it was ready, she found Jamie’s entrance and pressed forward, inch by careful inch. Jamie’s arms wound around her neck, fingers tangling in her short brown hair as a low sound escaped her throat.
Erin moved slowly at first, watching every flicker of expression that crossed Jamie’s face. The first careful thrust drew a gasp, then another, until Jamie began to shift beneath her, meeting each motion in quiet rhythm.
“That’s it,” Erin whispered, the words almost lost in the sound of their breathing. “Good girl.”
She pressed a kiss to Jamie’s temple, her movements growing surer, more deliberate. Each motion built on the last, the space between them filled with soft sounds and the warmth of skin against skin.
Jamie’s fingers tightened in Erin’s hair, her breath hitching as her body arched upward. Erin followed, matching her pace, holding her close through every trembling exhale.
Erin slowed her rhythm, feeling Jamie tense beneath her before she finally came apart. The sound that escaped her was soft but unguarded, a release that made Erin’s chest tighten. She stayed close, moving gently through the aftershocks, holding Jamie steady until her breathing evened out.
When Jamie went still, Erin pressed a kiss to her temple and brushed her hair back from her face. The sight of her—flushed, eyes closed and lips parted—made something in Erin twist. It felt too tender, too good, and she wasn’t sure she trusted it.
Jamie blinked up at her a moment later, dazed, and Erin had to look away before the warmth in those eyes could undo her completely.
Then Jamie caught her wrist.
“Wait,” she whispered, voice rough around the edges. “I want to make you feel good too.”
Erin hesitated. Instinct told her to say no, to tell Jamie it was fine, that she didn’t have to prove anything.
She’d been here before, after all, and she knew how easy it was for people to give out of obligation.
But there was something in Jamie’s tone, a fragile certainty that cut through Erin’s doubt.
“You already do,” Erin murmured, offering a small, disbelieving smile. She leaned down to kiss her, slow and searching, before adding, “But if you want to, I’m not going to stop you.”
Jamie nodded and wiggled out from underneath Erin, though Erin could still feel the tremor in her touch as her hands came to rest on Erin’s hips. The gentleness of it made Erin’s throat tighten. She could see the hesitation, the nerves—but underneath all that, something real.
Jamie lowered her head toward the tip of the toy, pausing just long enough to glance back up at Erin.
“You’re sure this will be good?” she asked softly.
Erin smiled, her chest rising with a shaky breath. “Yes, J. I swear.”
The words had barely left her mouth before her hips twitched forward, her body more than ready for whatever Jamie was willing to give.
Jamie closed her mouth around the toy, a quiet sound slipping from her as she caught the taste of herself. She began to move slowly, letting instinct guide her as her hand found the base to steady her rhythm.
Erin’s breath hitched, a low sound catching in her throat when the pressure pushed just right against her clit. Jamie’s head lifted immediately, concern flashing across her face.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, voice tight with worry.
Erin shook her head, a breathless laugh tumbling out between them. “No,” she managed, reaching down to touch Jamie’s cheek. “You didn’t. You’re doing perfect.”
Jamie’s shoulders relaxed a little, the tension easing from her posture. Erin brushed her thumb across her lower lip, her pulse still racing. The sight of Jamie like this—so earnest, so intent on getting it right—made something in her chest ache.
“Just keep doing what feels right,” Erin whispered. “You’re okay.”