Page 77 of Take Her On

“Yes,” she replied.

They both let out a little laugh at the sheer pace she’d responded, but the laughter quickly faded when Maya resumed her movements.

“Tell me just how badly you want it,” she whispered.

Jamie’s chest heaved. Her heartbeat thudded into Maya’s back.

“Oh my god, Maya…” Her breathless voice tickled goosebumps up Maya’s arms. “Not being able to touch you is torture. You’re so…fucking…hot.”

Maya reached around and took Jamie’s hand in hers, guiding it over her hard nipples and down between her legs. She rested her hand there, and Jamie felt her pulse underneath her fingers.

“Fucking hell.” Jamie hissed at Maya’s wetness soaked through her underwear, but she didn’t move. She wanted so badly to relieve the aching pressure in her own clit, or to slide her fingers inside Maya, but she waited, knowing she was testing her.

Maya tilted her head to look at her, her eyes betraying every thought. Slowly, she leaned closer, sucking Jamie’s lip into her mouth.

Jamie moaned, kissing her back, and the two of them fell into each other. Maya stroked her tongue against hers, the movement soft and delicate, almost unravelling Jamie completely. She’d had fierce and passionate kisses before, but nothing like this. Nothing so sensual and silky. It was imprinting. Soul-marking.

They both teased, with gentle, purposeful flicks and caresses of their tongues. Heat pooled between Jamie’s thighs, and Maya squirmed underneath her hand.

Then the song drew to a close and faded out, leaving the two of them panting in the middle of the room.

“Do you think you can make it to the bed?” Maya asked.

“Yes.”

She gave her a once over. “And your ankle. Do you think…think you’ll be okay?”

“Maya, a bus or a fucking meteorite could hit me right now, and it wouldn’t stop me from touching you.”

She laughed, and with shaky legs, they moved onto the bed. Maya spread Jamie onto her back and removed her trousers, sucking in a breath at how wet she was already.

She let her look. Maya had earned every last bit of it.

Maya unclipped her bra and slipped off her underwear, straddling Jamie again. She combed her with her gaze, spreading heat low in her navel. There was something so undoing about the way Maya’s eyes would undress her. It was addictive. She bent down to kiss her, grinding her hips against her lap. Their tongues glided together, and a bolt of pleasure cracked through Jamie’s core. Breaking the kiss, Maya leaned back.

“Give me your tongue.”

Jamie’s eyebrows drew together. “What?”

“Give me your tongue,” she said.

Something flashed across her features, and Jamie, completely spellbound, did as she asked, sticking out her tongue. Maya adjusted herself, moving higher up Jamie’s body, knees either side of her head so she hovered above her face.

Jamie could hardly breathe, taking in the sight of her glistening pussy.

“Stay there,” she demanded. “Just like that.” And Maya lowered herself onto Jamie’s hot tongue.

Holy roly poly, fucking shit.

Jamie almost combusted just from hearing the breathless whimper that left Maya’s throat. She sunk onto her, dictating the pace, using Jamie’s tongue for her own pleasure, placing her hands on the wall behind them to steady herself as she slid back and forth.

Jamie held her tongue firm and steady, coating Maya’s clit with every roll of her hips. Her wetness covered Jamie’s cheeks and chin, and she gripped her waist, trying to control the overwhelming urge to devour her. She grasped tight as Maya ground against her.

Maya’s legs started to tremble. The thought of her finishing on her tongue sent a roll of pleasure through Jamie’s stomach. Maya got even wetter, and Jamie groaned, dying to have a proper taste.

Maya’s core tightened beneath her hands. She was close. Her ragged breathing filled the room as she rocked on Jamie’s tongue, but then her rhythm slowed. Why? How?

Jamie had always given herself in to pleasure. Even when she didn’t want to, against her better judgement, she still couldn’t help it—especially when it came to Maya. But Maya was reserved about certain things. Guarded in a way. Jamie wanted nothing more than to understand the inner workings of her brain. To see the parts that Maya didn’t want others to see. Jamie desperately wanted to know everything there was to know about her. What made Maya Maya. She wanted to get closer, deeper.