Chapter 15
Sirens used sexuality for specific ends, some of which had to do with intimacy, while others had to do with procreation, and very few had to do with romance.
Bryn had always suspected this was why she wasn’t super inclined towards any romance that took a different form than schoolgirl crush, but since sex was fun anyway, she hadn’t thought much about it.
Amelia had shaken up all the thoughts she’d ever had about sex and those thoughts had resettled in a very different order.
Instead of shying away from kissing because it might lead to eye contact and (gods forbid) feelings, Bryn felt she could kiss Amelia forever.
Instead of trying to avoid the implications of physical engagement—the way that touching someone and being touched by them almost inevitably made her reflect on how she saw that person and was seen by them—in this moment, with this woman, she wanted to bask in every second of connection.
Bryn drew Amelia to her feet, dropped both hands to her hips, and then stepped in closer, her feet bracketing Amelia’s. “Look at me,” she murmured.
It took a moment, and when Amelia shifted her gaze, Bryn caught a flash of something almost burning within it, like this was as intense for Amelia as it was to her.
“What do you like? How do you want to be touched?” The questions, which seemed ordinary to her, seemed to strike Amelia in some indefinable way, and she dropped her eyes again. Red spots flared in her cheeks.
This was interesting. Bryn used the gentlest of pressure on Amelia’s hips to pull her closer. Making her voice as light as she currently could, with this much arousal coursing through her system, Bryn said teasingly, “I can’t do anything unless you enthusiastically consent.”
“I do! I do consent. Enthusiastically.” Amelia swallowed. “I passionately consent.”
“Ooo, I like the sound of that.” Bryn kissed her flaming cheeks, first one, then the other. “What kinds of things do you enjoy?”
Amelia pressed her face against Bryn’s, breathing a little raggedly. “Being told what to do. I’ve never said that out loud before, oh gods.” She shifted, this time pushing her eyes into Bryn’s body as if to hide from her own words.
“Oh boy.” Bryn slid her thigh between Amelia’s and allowed one hand to drift down her back, putting the slightest pressure at the base of her spine, thankful that the dress Amelia was wearing had enough give so it could ride up instead of awkwardly catching.
“You’ve never told anyone what gets you off? ”
“Not that. I’ve said other things. Mmm.”
Pleased with the effect their current position was having on Amelia, Bryn leaned down to whisper directly in her ear. “Spread your legs. I want you to feel me.”
“Ohh, I feel you.” Amelia shuffled her feet apart and moaned as Bryn’s thigh came into more direct contact with highly sensitive parts of her anatomy. “Bryn, gods, that feels …”
“Naughty?” Bryn teased.
“Hush.”
“You know what would be fun?” Bryn continued, as if musing. “Me telling you to rut against me like this until you—”
“Bryn.” The pressure of Amelia’s face against her shoulder increased, as if she was attempting to put out the fire on her skin by smothering it.
“Hey. Look at me. Please.”
Amelia took a breath, then raised her head. The blush was deep and beautiful, and her eyes were clear. “I would, if you told me to.”
“Would you enjoy it?”
“I …” Lips parted, Amelia hesitated. “Yes. It would be a little embarrassing.”
“Does that turn you on?” Bryn asked, watching for all the clues and cues.
Candlelight played across Amelia’s features, and while Bryn didn’t have decades of experience with this sort of thing, she’d had enough partners who enjoyed dancing with humiliation to feel a growing sense that she and Amelia might be very compatible indeed.
“Yes,” Amelia said finally. “Actually, this is … really turning me on.”
Bryn took her own deep breath, and the glorious buzz of sex was taking hold now, her body already opening, her cunt wet and her clit hard. Her nipples poked out of the light top as if aimed directly at the object of her desire.
She hadn’t prepared for this exact dynamic, but damn, what a lovely surprise.
“Stand here,” she said firmly, and stepped back, smiling too widely at Amelia’s murmur of protest. But there was no need to be careless about the details, and anyway, Bryn was beginning to suspect that Amelia would thrive on delayed gratification.
She wondered if that was common amongst teachers, for whom few triumphs were instant.
Think about that later; right now, you’re busy.
She locked the door and double-checked all of her curtains, which were tightly closed, but it never hurt to make sure. She relocated two of the candles to the bedside tables, before returning to where Amelia obediently stood, watching all this with her hands clasped in front of her.
“Gods, you are so …” She searched for a word that someone as spectacularly gorgeous as Amelia hadn’t heard a hundred times before.
Then, almost without thinking, she traced an index finger over the other woman’s eyebrows, her nose, her lips.
“I can’t believe you want to do this with me,” Bryn whispered, the words far more raw than she intended.
Amelia’s hands came up to cup her face. “So, so much. Kiss me again?”
Bryn couldn’t deny such a delightful request.
A few minutes later, when her hands were roaming over Amelia’s dress-covered back (though under her long knit coat), Bryn made herself stop kissing long enough to say, “I want access to your body. Your skin. May I undress you?”
Amelia bit down on her lower lip, though she still managed to obviously smile. “Why, yes, I would enjoy that very much.”
“Gasp! Are you making fun of me, Headmistress?”
“I would never.” The smile escaped the confines of her teeth. “Well, maybe only a little, and in good fun.”
“Don’t make me gag you,” Bryn said, grinning. “Actually, I probably wouldn’t gag you unless you were really into it. It’s not a particular kink of mine and I like demanding you talk, I think.”
“Oh, do you?” Amelia arched an eyebrow.
“For instance …” Bryn settled both hands on Amelia’s waist again and looked down at her. “Are you aroused right now, Ms Hexford?”
“Very aroused, Ms Delmar.” After a moment, Amelia looped her arms around Bryn’s neck, stepping in closer. In kissing distance.
“Are you wet, Ms Hexford?” Bryn asked, trying to keep her voice steady, though with Amelia this close, it was a challenge.
“Yes,” Amelia breathed.
“Say it.”
“I’m … very wet. For you. Oh gods.” Amelia laughed. “I don’t know why this is so hot to me, but it is. Talk dirty to me more, Bryn.”
“With pleasure. But first.” Bryn kissed her, moving in so their bodies moved against each other, so she could feel Amelia’s breasts against her own. “I’m taking off your clothes now,” she whispered against Amelia’s lips.
“Only mine?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
It was so easy to fall into this dynamic.
Seductively easy. Bryn stepped apart, then removed Amelia’s coat, hanging it by the door.
She then trailed her fingers along Amelia’s shoulder, her collarbone, her other shoulder.
So far so good. Now she just needed to seductively get a hot woman out of a dress, something she’d done any number of times before.
She slowly rounded Amelia’s body, letting her fingertips trail, building anticipation.
It was a charged, sexy moment, full of so much promise—which Bryn immediately spoiled by saying, “How the hell do you zip this thing up without help?”
“I’m very flexible,” Amelia replied lightly.
Bryn pulled Amelia back against her, hands slipping down to loosely grip each wrist. “Is that right?”
“Yes. Oh gods. Bryn.” Amelia trembled.
“Shall I continue?”
“Fuck. Yes. Please.”
Bryn pressed a kiss to the side of Amelia’s neck, then her teeth, gently biting down. Amelia’s breath caught so she did it again, holding her in place at each wrist, the gentlest of restraints. No visible marks, of course—that did not need to be said. But perhaps elsewhere …
“Hands behind your back,” Bryn whispered. When Amelia complied, Bryn pressed forward again, rubbing herself for a second over those welcome sources of friction and running her own hands up Amelia’s body.
“I … I …” Amelia took a breath, then said, “I want to be naked. I want you to … touch me like this, but naked. Like I’m yours.”
“Aren’t you?” Bryn asked, the words leaving her mouth before she could call them back. “Sorry, that sounded creepy-possessive, which I totally didn’t mean—” She gasped as Amelia’s fingers seemed to come alive and slide against the soft cotton of her pajama bottoms.
“Tonight I’m yours,” Amelia whispered.
“You keep this up, I’m not sure—” I can let you go. No, that was an absurd thing to say out loud. “—I’ll let you out of here that easily,” Bryn finished instead, hoping it came off more playfully: you’re my sex toy instead of I’m still too creepy-possessive.
“Maybe that’s my goal.” Even at the awkward angle, Amelia’s fingers betrayed some skill at their task.
Bryn went up on her toes and pulled Amelia’s body back against hers so she could get a better angle—then she came to her senses. “Naughty. You’re trying to distract me.”
“I am distracting you. But only because I thought we were both enjoying it.” Amelia withdrew her questing hand. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
Bryn nuzzled her neck again. “You know that only makes me want to tempt you to be bad, right?”
Amelia giggled, which seemed like a very good time to finally, finally, draw down the zipper of her dress, which had the knock-on effect of Bryn’s hand coming into contact with Amelia’s hands, which she grasped briefly, as if in greeting.
“Mmm,” Bryn murmured, and lowered her head to kiss the revealed triangle of Amelia’s back. She dragged her lips down, the fabric parting for them.
Amelia made a delicious, strangled sort of sound. “Oh gods, Bryn, that feels so good.”