Chapter 48 Peace of being in love

Chapter 48 Peace of being in love
 Jane ran her hand up the inside of Amber’s thigh, stopping just before she reached the top.
    Amber’s desire burned to an agonising level just above Jane’s hand. She gasped.
    “Are you really not wearing any undies?” Jane asked, her lips millimetres from Amber’s.
    “See for yourself,” she said in a strangled whisper. She groaned as Jane moved her hand up, applying delicious pressure. She was slippery. Amber hadn’t realised how wet she had become.
    Jane moved her hand, sending pleasure radiating to all parts of Amber’s body.
    Amber needed to taste Jane. She moved to kiss her mouth again, but Jane ducked her head back with a playful smile. “Wait. Not much longer.”
    Jane increased her pressure the tiniest amount. Amber closed her eyes. All that existed for her right now was Jane’s hand under her skirt—the movement and ecstasy of it. She bucked her hips, and her breathing quickly became a rhythmic pant. She had no control over the sounds she was making.
    Jane kissed her hard.
    Amber opened her mouth to the kiss and moaned loudly as Jane’s taste and smell filled all her senses.
    “I need you, I need you,” Jane muttered with her face pressed against Amber’s cheek. “Couch.”
    Amber maneuvered awkwardly backwards, her skirt still hitched up, but she did all she could to keep Jane touching her. At that moment, it was the most vital thing in the world.
    Jane lay Amber back on the leather couch and kneeled in front of her. She slid the thin straps of Amber’s dress down her shoulders, revealing her breasts.
    As she took Amber’s nipple in her mouth and licked, she pressed her fingers into her vagina.
    “Oh God, yes. Please. Fuck, yes,” Amber said, spreading her legs wide.
    Jane plunged in one finger, then two.
    Amber rocked her hips harder, pushing against Jane’s hand, working the fingers in deeper and deeper. She held onto Jane’s hair and gripped as the pleasure built and built.
    Her orgasm hit her like a ten-tonne truck. She pulled Jane’s face to hers with both hands and pressed her own face against it. Her body juddered uncontrollably. She gasped into Jane’s ear.
    Release and pleasure flooded her body as the shudders subsided.
    She steered Jane by the shoulders so that she was sitting on the couch, and straddled her.
    Amber’s belly glowed warm as Jane’s eyes roved over her breasts, still slick from moments before.
    Jane’s lips were parted, and her face was flushed in streaks that went right down her neck.
    “I better not send you out there in this state,” Amber said softly.
    Jane looked up at her. “Hah! Not if you want me to be able to walk. I might do dirty dance moves on Nick Cave and get arrested.”
    Amber laughed and pressed her mouth to Jane’s. She didn’t remember sex with anyone else being as fun as this. She had loved how Jane had taken control, been deliberate, like every movement meant something. And now she wanted to make Jane feel good. She was tantalised by the thought. Anticipation got her all turned on again, just when she thought she had really reached her limit.
    She kissed Jane’s neck.
    Jane threw her head back.
    She undid Jane’s tie and her shirt buttons, moving the shirt and jacket aside to reveal Jane’s bra. She slid her hand down Jane’s belly and undid her trousers button and zip.
    She slid her tongue into Jane’s mouth as she pushed her hand into Jane’s undies, pressing against her clit with two fingers.
    Jane groaned and moved against her hand with her hips while kissing Amber back hard.
    Amber rocked her own hips up and down in time with Jane’s. She worked her other hand around to Jane’s back underneath her shirt and scrabbled blindly at the bra strap.
    Jane broke their kiss to gasp, “It undoes at the front.”
    “Oh, thank fuck for that!”
    Jane undid it for her.
    Amber moaned as she cupped Jane’s breast. She licked her own fingers, then ran their slickness over Jane’s nipples.
    Jane groaned and rocked her hips harder. She ran her hands up under Amber’s skirt and grabbed her arse, pulling her frantically against her.
    When Jane came, Amber felt it everywhere. Her pussy contracted around Amber’s fingers, her rib cage bucked, and her hands clenched her bum. She wrapped her arms tightly around Amber and rested her head against her collarbone.
    Amber sat sideways in her lap.
    Jane moved her knees up so Amber was held tight in her arms and legs.
    Amber rested her face against Jane’s, then looked into her eyes. “You did that like you had something to prove,” she said softly.
    Jane took a deep breath and tilted her head to the side. “Maybe I do.”
    Amber kissed her, gently this time. There was more to say, but it didn’t have to be tonight. Slow happiness moved through Amber like she was a loved-up lava lamp. She didn’t need promises about tomorrow. Tonight was enough.
    Thumping bass started up, and Amber lifted her head.
    “Oh shit, that’s the Something for Kate reunion. I’ve got to present an award after the next ad break. Will you help me with my dress?”
    “Dress?” Jane brushed at the spangled fabric around Amber’s middle. The skirt had ridden up again, and the top was still pulled down. “It’s really more of a fancy belt at this stage.”
    Amber snorted with laughter.
    Jane started to giggle too.
    They stood up, started putting themselves back together.
    Amber leant in and checked her make-up in the big mirror. Her happiness was written all over her face. A buzz that was also a warm kind of comfort filled her body.
    Jane leant over next to her, grabbed a wipe, and started taking huge smudges of lipstick off her face, neck, and chest.
    She caught Amber’s eye in the mirror, and they both grinned again.