Chapter 15 #2
“I’m glad. Though to be clear—” She nipped at the skin of Amelia’s lower back. “—I’m primarily doing it because it makes me feel good.”
Another giggle. “Noted.”
Then Bryn rose and pushed the dress off Amelia’s shoulders. It fell with a satisfying whoosh of fabric, leaving Amelia only in socks and underwear. She shivered.
Bryn immediately moved in. “Gotta share my body heat with you,” she explained.
“Thank you.” Amelia’s hands shifted, reaching further until she could grip Bryn and hold on. “Touch me.”
“With pleasure.” Bryn’s hands glided from Amelia’s hips upward, trailing paths along her skin, reaching her small breasts and cupping them. “Is that good?”
“Mmm,” Amelia said, leaning her head back against Bryn’s shoulder.
Bryn tsked. “I said …” She pinched both nipples at once. “Is that good?”
“Yes.” Amelia swayed in her arms. “Fuck. Please.”
Rolling Amelia’s nipples, Bryn leaned in. “How do you feel about begging?” she asked, lips brushing Amelia’s earlobe.
“I want to beg right now,” came the breathy reply. Amelia arched her back, pushing into Bryn’s hands. “More. Please.”
Bryn eased up, just to be contrary. And maybe a little to coax out the mewl of denied pleasure from her lover.
She wrapped her arms fully around Amelia, one arm holding her close, and the other drifting down.
For the first time their height difference was inconvenient; she could only really brush her fingertips along Amelia’s pubic bone, toying with the top of her underwear, dipping beneath the elastic to encounter closely trimmed hair and lingering there to tease.
“Bryn, Bryn … Bryn, please,” Amelia chanted.
“Hmm? Please what?” Was there Pilates for more acrobatic fucking? If only she was confident she could hold both of them up while balanced on one leg. Then she could use her other one to lift Amelia’s leg and …
Not tonight, anyway. She kissed along Amelia’s shoulder, which allowed her to bend both of them just a bit, though she still didn’t reach lower. Waiting on Amelia’s response, or only on her moans.
“Ame-lia,” Bryn sang softly. “Tell me what you wa-ant …”
Amelia shuddered, blew out a breath, and said, “You.”
Which was all Bryn needed to hear. She shifted them both, guiding Amelia to the bed, and then lying her back. “Gods, look at you. Will you put your hands over your head? I’m getting off on the you-being-exposed thing.”
“Me too,” Amelia admitted, raising her arms and scooting backwards so her legs were better supported. “Except, do you mind if I take my socks off? They’re distracting me.”
“Allow me.” Bryn ran her hands down Amelia’s smooth calves to the tops of her socks, and peeled first one, then the other, off her feet.
Amelia had grabbed a pillow to prop up her head and was staring down at her, flushed and focused, her breasts rising and falling quickly with each breath. “Better?”
“Much better. Will you kiss me again?”
“Everywhere,” Bryn said reverently, and bent to press her lips to the top of each foot, then the top of each knee. Then, shooting a wicked look upward, she bent first one leg, then the other, and pressed a kiss to the inside of each of Amelia’s knees.
“Oh gods.” Amelia did not look away. She watched as Bryn moved farther up between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, spreading her open just a little more. “Bryn. Gods, Bryn, fuck me, please.”
“Hmm.” Not so fast, though. Bryn slid her hands up over Amelia’s belly, using her thumbs to brush over each nipple, then gently squeezed each breast.
“You’re a tease. Such a—”
Bryn pinched a nipple and held it there, long enough for Amelia to gasp, and arch, and gulp. Then she let go. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
Amelia grabbed Bryn’s arm with two hands and pulled herself up, stealing a hard kiss before breaking away to say, “If you don’t touch me, or let me touch you, or taste you, or something in the next three minutes, I’m going back to my rooms and getting off without you.”
It was so surprising that Bryn laughed out loud. “Noted,” she echoed, and pushed Amelia back down, climbing on top of her. “Is this okay? Any physical things I need to watch out for?”
“Only your health if you don’t—”
Bryn loved kissing someone in this position, one of her hands holding theirs pinned down, her body over them, her lips searing against theirs.
She used her tongue to seek entrance, and Amelia’s surrender was all grace and need, pushing upward, hands writhing, though not trying to break from Bryn’s grasp.
After they’d kissed each other breathless, Amelia wiggled, using her feet for leverage to thrust upward, though with Bryn’s weight on top of her, she didn’t manage to get far.
She groaned in frustration and Bryn grinned smugly down at her. “You know, we could do this for hours. I could keep you all tense and wanton, waiting for you to confess all your darkest desires to me …”
“Dearest Bryn,” Amelia said severely, “you have papers to grade and I have to return to the world that requires me to make a million decisions a day. That would be fun—for a long holiday. But tonight we need to focus.”
It sounded so much like something Bryn herself would say to her students, and she grinned.
“Fair point. I guess I’ll just do this, then.
” She let go of Amelia’s wrists, slid down between her legs, and spread her open.
“Though one day I’m going to do this when we have more time so I can tell you just how hot it is to see you get this wet for me. ”
Amelia’s lips parted in what might have been the beginning of another protest—or another threat—but Bryn didn’t wait, only inhaled the warm, sweet scent of her and applied her tongue to the sort of careful and meticulous exploration that her teenage self could only have imagined.
Teasing Amelia was fun, but so was this sped-up play of pleasure and power.
Using her fingers to expose Amelia’s clit, then sucking on it with abandon, far too fast, far too much, and listening to Amelia’s strangled cry.
Lower still, tasting arousal and sweat and Amelia as she pressed her tongue into that hot, wet cunt.
“Oh, fuck, oh gods, oh Bryn,” Amelia said, the words staccato and rhythmic. “Please, please, please—”
Bryn slipped two fingers inside and returned to her first prize, this time flicking at Amelia’s clit from the side as she used her fingers to press upward.
“Too fast,” Amelia gasped, arching her back, her body opening more, her clit practically on display.
“Hold like that,” Bryn said. “Right there, presenting yourself to be fucked.” And then she went back in, plunging her fingers deeper and faster, sucking on Amelia’s clit as she used her tongue on the underside of it.
Amelia cried out again and held herself up as long as she could, legs shaking as she tried to speak. “Can I— Can I—”
Bryn, whose mouth was busy, tried to nod against her, and Amelia seemed to understand, because this time the climax was unmistakable.
Her body seemed to take over, shaking and shattering against Bryn’s lips, against her tongue, around her fingers.
Her moan lasted for a long, incredible exhale, only to be replaced by panting and whimpering as Bryn slowed down, fingers coming to a stop inside Amelia’s body, lips kissing just above her clit.
Bryn watched with lidded eyes as Amelia caught her breath, as her hands released fistfuls of bedding.
She slowly, carefully, withdrew her fingers, using her thumb to softly stroke Amelia’s thigh, still watching her.
“That was …” Amelia licked her lips. “That was fucking amazing.” She looked down. “Are you a sex demon, by any chance?”
“Nah. Just a witch who likes to get a lady off.”
“If you say ‘aww shucks’ right now …” Amelia began, in a slightly less threatening tone than she’d managed earlier.
Bryn raised both eyebrows. “Yes?”
Amelia smiled and let her head fall back on the pillow. “I’ll think of something. Give me like two minutes and I will gladly do anything you like. Gods, Bryn. That was amazing. Thank you.”
“Anything?” Bryn asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.
Not to be drawn in too quickly, Amelia only gazed back at her. “What are you thinking?”
She’d never said it before to any lover, never asked for it.
But it would take— Realistically, Bryn didn’t think she would last even two minutes once she got started.
She was going to need to do laundry after this.
She pulled herself up and, with a lot less savoir faire than would have been ideal, shucked off her pajama bottoms then moved into position with her knees on either side of Amelia’s hips.
Feeling far more vulnerable than she’d expected, she said, “Can you go again? And um … how do you feel about overstimulation?”
Amelia’s eyes widened. She reached down to put her hands on Bryn’s waist. “Show me.”
So Bryn did, shifting into position, lowering herself so her clit brushed against Amelia’s. Both of them shuddered. “Sensitive?” Bryn asked.
“So, so sensitive.”
“It’s, um …” Bryn began to lightly rub herself against Amelia. “Just, the idea of coming while you kind of writhe because you’re so sensitive it’s hard to take … um … really …”
Amelia’s fingers curled, nails biting into her. “Do it. Get yourself off.” She shifted, parting her legs a little, pushing upward.
The additional stimulation made Bryn’s clit even harder. “Tell me if— If it’s too much—”
But Amelia wasn’t having it. She thrust again and Bryn bent down to kiss her, changing their angle again. The kiss turned into a moan and she could feel how wet she was, how incredibly hard her clit was now, as it brushed against Amelia’s.
“Fuck me, Bryn,” Amelia said, hands pulling Bryn harder against her. “Do it. Faster.”
Bryn simultaneously wanted to orgasm and to fly on the edge of her orgasm forever. But her body had only so much restraint left, and Amelia was kissing her desperately now, her own body in a rhythm of its own.
They moved together, until Bryn shuddered hard, held her breath, and sent all of her awareness down until every nerve ending in her body resonated with arousal and pleasure and something very like joy.
“I’m coming,” she gasped into Amelia’s ear. “Oh gods—”
The peak held for a breathtaking moment, then crashed down over her, and she rutted against Amelia like a beast, drinking in Amelia’s cries as her overstimulated body gave into another orgasm and she pulled herself against Bryn with a wild, savage strength.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap. Bryn’s legs felt lifeless. Her heart was still racing. Her forehead seemed to steam against Amelia’s neck.
“Extraordinary,” Amelia was saying somewhere far away. One of her hands was gently brushing over Bryn’s side. “Thank you. Thank you, Bryn …”
Bryn wanted to push herself upright and check in, and fetch water like a good host, but for the moment she just lay there, her pajama top somehow still on, her cunt pulsing with aftershocks, her mind soothed in a way she couldn’t remember it ever being after sex in the past. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Amelia tugged her into a more comfortable position, resting Bryn’s head on her chest, and kissed her temple. “You’re a good lay, you know that, Bryn Delmar?”
Bryn laughed, tired and sated, and closed her eyes. Just for a second.
When she woke up in the middle of the night, Amelia was gone, but a spelled illusion lit the room from the sheets where she’d lain.
A sparkling emerald-green heart. Bryn let her fingers brush through it, wondering how she’d slept through Amelia’s departure.
But she did not wonder for long. With her hand still resting inside the illusion, she fell asleep again.