Chapter 105 Best Intentions
Chapter 105 Best Intentions
No hesitation, no questions. Jamie lunged forward, her hands reaching for Emily’s hips to yank her tight against her body as her lips pressed against Emily’s soft, wet mouth.
The kiss was fierce, searing Jamie’s body
with heat.
Emily was all softness and warmth, melding herself to Jamie with a soft groan, her hands once again landing in Jamie’s hair and tugging sharply.
Emily’s breasts mushed against hers, and Jamie’s hands drifted to cup Emily’s beautifully round ass and pull her even closer.
She felt something under the material of Emily’s skirt, something that felt very much like the straps of a suspender belt, and she groaned at the thought of it.
Emily grabbed her hands and moved them away from her ass, bringing them up to her waist instead. Okay, so she wanted to go a little slower.
Jamie could do that. After all, just kissing Emily was pretty damn hot, and it was even more exciting knowing that now, at last, she could let her desire for this sexy woman have full rein.
So she’d let them kiss for a little longer,
keep Emily happy, then she’d— Emily pulled back, a wicked smile on her face. “Very good,” she said, as if grading homework. “But I can’t have you getting too carried away just
yet.”
Huh? Jamie was in a daze. The kiss had scrambled her brain and drenched her underwear.
Her limbs felt like jelly. But even so, she shouldn’tbe standing here feeling as if she were in front of a teacher waiting for her
next assignment. Come on, get back in the game—get her naked!
She reached for Emily, but she lightly sidestepped away, a gentle laugh
escaping her.
“No, Jamie. That’s not how this is going to go.” She stared at Jamie, biting her bottom lip in a way that made Jamie’s pussy ache. “First, you’ll take your jacket off. Please.”
Jamie stared at her. Hm. Well, okay, taking a jacket off is cool. Maybe shewants us to go one piece at a time, alternating. Yeah, okay, I’ll let her have her little game.
She shucked out of the jacket and tossed it over the back of the nearest chair, then waited for Emily to remove something—perhaps her shirt, because God knows it would be awesome to see what she had to offer
beneath that.
Emily, however, didn’t move. Still with that saucy smile on her face, she motioned towards Jamie’s torso. “Shirt and tie next. Please.”
No. No way. There had to be some give and take, didn’t there? I mean, just because I’m not entirely in control of this like I want to be, she has to play fair, doesn’t she?
Emily tilted her head. “Problem?”
“How come I’m the only one undressing?” Jamie’s tone was bordering on sullen. Once again, she was back to acting like a teenager.
How the hell did Emily do that to her?
Emily stepped forward until she was mere inches away. “Jamie, you are one gorgeous butch of a woman, but you still haven’t figured this out yet, have you?”
When Jamie said nothing—because she couldn’t lie and say she had any of this figured out—Emily continued.
“Honey, I’m as top as it gets. If you want any piece of this”—she gestured at her own body—“you’re going to have to work hard to get it.”
She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Jamie’s mouth. “But trust me, it’ll be
so worth it.”
Jamie’s entire pussy throbbed. Air seemed hard to come by, and words were a fragment of memory from a life before this moment in this room.
Everything was upside down. She was about to be topped, for the first time in her life. She should be fighting it. But God help her, she couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for trying to turn this tide.
She nodded.
Emily’s smile returned as she stepped back.
“Good girl.”
Hands shaking, Jamie undid her tie and threw it behind her. The shirt was next, as instructed, also tossed carelessly away.
Emily didn’t have to speak this time—she merely pointed at the trousers. Jamie kicked off her shoes, yanked off her socks, and had the trousers undone and off and thrown behind her in record time.
A vague corner of her brain registered that she was now standing in her sports bra and boxers in the executive dining room late on a Friday afternoon—not something she would ever have envisaged in her future when she first took this job.
Amazing where your career can take you, she
thought, then decided thinking was overrated and instead focussed on the arousal that coursed through her veins as Emily’s gaze raked over her body.
Jamie was a gym addict. Her body, while not slim, was toned in all the right places.
Emily seemed pleased with what she could see; her eyes narrowed slightly, and despite her controlled demeanour, the slightest hint of pink tinged her cheeks.
“Arms up.” She stepped back into Jamie’s space.
Jamie obeyed and gasped as Emily’s somewhat cool fingers gripped the bottom band of the bra and pulled.
She wasn’t delicate about it, and the
frisson of pain as the bra dragged over her nipples had Jamie moaning and closing her eyes.
“Keep your arms up.”
Jamie opened her eyes again. Emily stared at her nipples, which were solid nubs in the midst of her puckered flesh. She had goose bumps all over her skin, but it wasn’t from the cold.
Emily moved again, this time slipping her cool hands into the back of Jamie’s boxers. Always one of her greater erogenous zones, her buttocks tingled with sensation as Emily slowly worked the boxers down.
Jamie almost whimpered with sorrow when Emily’s hands left her ass to tug at the side of the boxers.
But then they were down, and she was kicking them away, and her pussy, open to the air, cried out for Emily’s cool fingers to find it.
“Open your legs.”
How could three little words cause her to gush so much fluid from her pussy? She parted her thighs, her feet now wide apart.
“Very nice.” Emily nodded. “So nice to see a full covering of hair too.”
Her fingers, without warning, trailed through Jamie’s full bush, stopping just shy of Jamie’s swollen clit. Jamie arched into the touch with a long groan.
“Oh, someone’s ready, aren’t they?”
“Shit, I’ve been ready since Christmas.” Jamie gasped as Emily tugged on her crisp hairs, and Emily’s laughter rang out.
“I knew it,” Emily whispered, close to Jamie’s ear, her breath making Jamie shiver. “Now, on your back, please.” She pointed at the table.
“Are you ser—?” The look Emily gave her cut her off.
Holy shit.
The table’s height made it easy for Jamie to perch her ass on the edge and lie back. It wasn’t that comfortable, but there was no way she was going to waste breath pointing that out now.
Emily’s hands grabbed her knees and pulled her legs wide open. Jamie planted her feet on the edge of the table, her knees bent, and gazed along the length of her own body to the fully clothed woman standing between her open legs.
“Arms above your head.” Emily’s voice was firm, but there was an edge there now. Just a slight huskiness that hinted at what the sight of Jamie, spread out before her, and was doing to her.
The flush of pride that shot through Jamie surprised her, but she accepted it as her due.
She stretched her arms upwards, her breasts lifting as she did so. Her nipples were so hard with the anticipation of what Emily might do to her in this position, they were almost painful.
Never mind what it was doing to her poor, desperate pussy.
She was in uncharted territory now. Usually, by the time she got this naked, her new lover had already had a couple of orgasms.and was only too eager to give back to Jamie whatever she needed.
She hadn’t even seen Emily’s tits yet, for crying out loud. Laughter threatened to bubble up from deep in her chest, but she bit it back.
Neither the time nor place, Jamie.
Emily trailed a finger from Jamie’s knee down her thigh, stopping just short of her aching pussy.
“Emily,” Jamie breathed, knowing it was probably a mistake but unable to help herself.
She needed something from Emily and soon.
The waiting was unbearable.
Emily chuckled and repeated the slow stroke down the other leg from the same starting point to the same torturous end point.
Then she bent forward and trailed her tongue from Jamie’s entrance to her clit—just the tip of it, Jamie thought, as the touch was so delicate.
Jamie twitched and moaned and silently begged for more.
“Mmm, what a perfect dish for eating at such a fine table.” Emily licked again, the same pathway, the same briefest amount of pressure. “I’ve been
fantasising about eating you here for quite a while now.”
She licked again, a little harder.
Jamie’s hips moved upwards of their own volition.
“Tut, tut.” Emily stepped back. “Impatient little madam, aren’t you?”
“You’re killing me.” Jamie stared at Emily. “You’ve got me where you want me, haven’t you? Come on. Please.” She’d given in, and that was okay.
She could live with that, given it was this incredible woman she’d given in to. Begging out loud might be a step too far, but she bordered on not caring about that either.
“Hm,” Emily said. “I don’t have you quite where I want you. But…” She turned away, and Jamie lifted her head to watch where she went.