Page 41 of Take Her On

Jamie squirmed as she stopped fucking her.

A slow grin spread across Maya’s face. This woman was playing with her, and Jamie was loving every single minute of it.

But she was learning how to work Maya, too.

“Maya,” she breathed, and the sound of her name made Maya’s eyes dip. “Please.”

“Please…what?”

“Please, make me come. I want to come for you.”

That did the trick.

Maya slipped her fingers into her again, fucking her fast. With her other hand, she slowly stroked Jamie’s slick clit with her thumb. Jamie bucked against the contact, her core contracting.

“Oh my god,” she murmured, briefly losing herself somewhere in the ceiling. “That feels so—”

Her legs trembled, and a low groan burst from her lips as intense pleasure rocketed through her. She clawed her nails into Maya’s skin, her name falling out of her mouth, over and over again like a prayer, as her orgasm engulfed her. She rode the hot waves of pleasure until, unfolding slowly, she lay back on the bed.

Fucking hell. She didn’t have to check to know she was soaked. When she pulled her gaze from the ceiling, finding Maya watching her, everything clenched again.

She was so fucking hot.

Maya lowered herself onto her elbows, raking her eyes over Jamie’s pale skin, her trembling thighs. She kissed them, grazing her lips up over her hips, nipping at the softness there, and Jamie parted her legs, a silent invitation.

Maya’s mouth dropped open, a new expression taking over her face. One that made Jamie swallow.

Lazily, Maya swept her tongue over her, groaning at her sweet taste. Jamie gripped her head, and she shivered beneath her.

“I’m so s-sensitive,” Jamie gasped.

Maya thrust her tongue deeper, and Jamie cried out, her thighs clenching around Maya’s head. Feeding on her pleasure, needing more, craving more, Maya turned her attention to Jamie’s swollen clit. She bucked again, Maya’s name like a curse in her mouth.

Every swipe, swirl and flick of her tongue felt glorious. I missed this. It was a strange thing to think when this was Maya’s first time between Jamie’s legs, but it didn’t feel like the first. It was as if they were reconnecting something long forgotten in the base of their brains. She couldn’t explain it, but her body tried to.

Maya thrust two fingers into her easily, and as Jamie arched off the bed, she pinned her down with her free hand, continuing to swirl circles around her sensitive spot. Within seconds, Jamie came again, her fingers tightening in Maya’s hair and forcing her to look at her.

Jamie wanted to remember that look on her face.

After her climax had wound down, her chest tight and heaving, a big smile played on her mouth.

“Well,” she said breathlessly, “that was definitely longer than your fifteen minutes of allotted time.”

“Shut up.” Maya shook her head, but the corners of her mouth curved.

Jamie loved getting that reaction out of her.

She sat up, propping herself against the headboard with a contented sigh, and ushered Maya forward with a curl of her finger. “Come here.”

Chapter Twelve

Maya

Jamie pulled Maya closer, and she let her flip their positions so that Maya was on her back. A wicked grin crossed Jamie’s face as her eyes drifted over her naked chest.

Desire bloomed in Maya’s stomach. She’d never had anybody look at her that way. Like she was something worth taking time over. She didn’t know what to do with it. Most women she hooked up with were happy to get off and leave it at that. Maya hadn’t minded that, either. A lot of the time it was hard for her to get out of her own head to finish, anyway.

But Jamie planted kisses at her hip, taking her time to trail up her ribs. Maya let out an involuntary giggle, and Jamie’s gaze snapped to hers.