Page 99 of Take Her On

Jamie pressed her fingers to Maya’s opening, and she gasped, pulsing with need. Jamie coated her fingers in her slick, teasing her, before finally sinking into her completely.

“Holy fuck.” Maya moaned as she glided in and out of her.

Mischief glinted in Jamie’s eyes. “I’d say you’re definitely wet enough.” When she removed her fingers, Maya growled, replacing them with her own. She was tired of playing around.

Jamie reached for the box at the bottom of the bed, removing its contents. She turned back to Maya, visibly swallowing as she watched her fuck herself.

“Who said you could touch yourself?” She arched an eyebrow. “As hot as that is, your pussy belongs to me until said otherwise.” She took Maya’s hand and brought it to her lips, before sucking the wetness from her fingers.

Maya’s heart and clit throbbed hard in tandem. She wasn’t used to being told what to do. Her instinct was always to seize the reins and take control. But truth be told, she was enjoying the sensation. Jamie’s stern voice and her piercing stare were working their charm. The feeling was unusual for her, but she trusted her.

“I’m all yours,” she said again.

Jamie’s mouth quirked. “Don’t you forget it.” She picked up the harness and toy she’d emptied onto the bed and tightened it around her waist. Maya’s eyes locked on the thick purple shaft resting in her hand.

“I’ve thought about this for weeks,” Jamie said, as she squeezed lube onto the dildo and covered it with her fingers.

Maya swallowed, taking in the length. She’d always been the giver, never the receiver in this situation, and the anticipation was making her quiver.

Jamie bent down to kiss her. Her tongue caressed Maya’s, drawing the breath from her lungs. She tore off Maya’s underwear and rolled it down her legs. Then, adjusting their bodies, she pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and parted her thighs, giving her better access. Maya wrapped her arms around Jamie’s neck as she guided the toy inside her, easing it deeper and deeper.

She exhaled, biting her lip as Jamie pulled all the way out and back in again, letting her savour every inch.

Jamie’s gaze dipped, watching the shaft sliding in and out of her slowly. “You’re so fucking perfect, Maya. God.” Her eyes found Maya’s again, a different emotion swirling in her irises. One Maya wanted to bottle and save for rainy days.

Encouraged by the sounds leaving her mouth, Jamie pulled out and pushed in harder. Maya gripped her shoulders tighter, loving the feeling of her hands on her thighs and the toy filling her. When Jamie quickened the pace, reaching a new sensitive spot that made her toes curl, Maya moaned, letting the sensation consume her. The friction and each roll of Jamie’s hips driving the strap deeper made her want to combust. Jamie pushed her back on the bed and leaned forward, fucking her harder, and Maya clutched the sheets, pleasure building in her centre.

She opened her eyes, running them over Jamie’s strong arms and abs, before focusing on her face. Jamie’s hooded, focused stare made her core tighten.

“God. Yes, Jamie. Fuck me.”

But Jamie stopped thrusting, and Maya whimpered. Jamie’s eyes commanded hers. “Roll over.”

Desperate for the feeling to continue, Maya scrambled onto her front, releasing a gasp of relief when Jamie pushed the shaft back inside her. The angle hit a little better, and she groaned into the bedsheets.

Jamie kissed her shoulder, alternating between soft and biting kisses, grazing her teeth across Maya’s shoulder blades. She sucked hard enough to leave bruises, and Maya couldn’t contain the pleasure. Jamie drove the strap into her, each thrust filling the room with sounds of want.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Maya grasped the sheets, release building in her core.

“Look at me,” Jamie breathed, her hands gripping Maya’s waist.

Maya swivelled her head to take her in. Jamie’s messy blonde hair was even more tangled, and beads of sweat lined her forehead. The sounds leaving Maya’s mouth made her pound her harder. But it was the way Jamie was looking at her, with such desire and need and ferocity, while her hips thrust against her arse, that shot hot ripples of pleasure through every nerve ending.

She was so close…

“Don’t come yet, Maya,” Jamie uttered breathlessly, sounding on the edge herself. “I want you to finish where we started. On my tongue.”

Oh god.

Maya’s legs shuddered, unable to fight the feeling threatening to spill over. Her clit pulsed so hard it was painful.

Jamie pulled out, flipping her onto her back again. She was helpless, her shaky limbs drained of all sense of self.

“Jamie, please, make me come.”

Jamie slipped off the harness and, wasting no time, sunk her fingers into her, resuming the delicious rhythm of the strap. She groaned as Maya tightened around her; her eyes were hooded and possessive.

“Give me everything, Maya. Everything.” Jamie bent down to suck her lip into her mouth, and Maya’s core hummed, quivering, hovering above release. She’d never felt so desperate. When Jamie’s hot mouth closed over her clit, she arched off the bed, the pleasure almost unbearable. Jamie’s wet tongue lapped greedy circles, her fingers pushing her higher than she’d ever been before.