“I’m so angry with you.” Even as she said the words, she was holding on to Jaime, wanting to be kissed like that again. She hadn’t felt passion like it in years.
Yeah, Jaime knew Anya was angry. Still, she knew Anya wanted her just as much. Anya could deny it, could claim she was furious, but the way she kissed Jaime said otherwise. “You’re fucking hot when you’re angry.”
Jaime landed on the couch, courtesy of a shove against the shoulder from Anya. She stared up at Anya, her luscious red hair a reminder of the very mask that beautiful face had hidden behind earlier. Now she just needed that mouth on her… those hands wandering… and Jaime would be writhing beneath Anya in no time at all.
No, really. The moment she touches you…you’re a goner.
“Anya, please.”
Anya smirked, stepping between Jaime’s legs. She didn’t speak, she didn’t giveanythingaway, but that only turned Jaime on even more. Shit, she was a sucker for this woman,and there was nothing she could do about it.
Anya nodded towards the button on Jaime’s pants. “Take them off.”
Fuck, Jaime wasn’t sure she could do that quick enough. She brought her trembling hands to the button, popping it and hooking her thumbs around the waistband. She forced them down her legs, her gaze unwavering as she stared up at Anya. Jaime made it quite clear that Anya had undone her in many ways, both as herselfandas Lady A, and Jaime was well aware she wouldn’t be able to hold onto her sanity for much longer. She needed something,anything, to get her through until they were together again.
Jaime’s chest heaved as her pants pooled at her ankles. She kicked them away, rolling her lips inward as she waited for further instruction.
Anya quirked a brow when Jaime sat impatiently in her shirt and boxer briefs. She leaned down, drew a fingertip up Jaime’s bare thigh, and dipped her hand between her legs. She presseda finger between Jaime’s soaked lips, the heat expected given how much she had worked Jaime up. “Mmm. Very wet.” She teased Jaime through the material, grinning when Jaime’s eyes slammed shut and her head pressed against the back of the couch. “ I think the boxers need to go, too.”
“F-fuck.” Jaime lifted her hips, her knuckles white where she gripped the couch. She needed a second longer to hold on. This couldn’t be over yet. “O-oh, fuck! Give me a minute to…”
“Lose them. NOW!”
Jaime forced them from her body, enamored by that look in Anya’s eyes. Desire. Pure, unadulterated desire.Oh, fuck. This woman was going to ruin her. Entirely. And as Jaime sat here, she couldn’t fucking wait!
Anya lowered herself to the floor, spreading Jaime’s legs. She took her bottom lip between her teeth, that fire in her eyes not lessening, and stroked her palms up and down Jaime’s thighs.
Just feeling Anya touching her had Jaime teetering on the edge. Thank God they’d already slept together. The last thing Jaime wanted was for Anya to think she couldn’t last more than a minute.
For a brief moment, Jaime wondered if Anya was going to do anything at all. That was, until Anya wrapped her hands around Jaime’s thighs, pulled her closer to the edge of the couch, and spread her lips. Jaime’s world almost exploded when Anya wrapped her lips around her clit, expertly teasing Jaime. This woman knew how to fuck, but more than anything, she knew how to get Jaime going without even the slightest of touches. The result of that… a mind-blowing orgasm.
“A-Anya, y-yes.” Jaime fisted her hand in Anya’s hair, urging her to offer just a little more. That heat built in the pit of her stomach, every swipe of the tongue pushing her closer towards the edge. “M-more.”
Anya eased two fingers inside Jaime, stars ready to explode behind her eyes at any moment. Jaime gripped anything she could, aware that this was likely to be the climax of her life, and allowed whatever she was feeling to take over. She didn’t want to wait. She didn’t want to hold off onanythingwith Anya… she just wanted this. To feel. To enjoy. To come.
Anya leaned up and locked eyes with Jaime as she whispered, “Come for me, Jaime.”
That was all it took for Jaime to release around Anya’s fingers. The way she spoke her name, that look in her eyes, Jaime rocked against Anya’s hand, drawing out every last second of her orgasm. Jaime slumped back and panted, satisfied yet wanting so much more. She blew her hair from her face and exhaled a long breath. “Fuck.”
Anya eased out of Jaime and shook her head slightly. “I’m still mad at you.”
“I know. I just…really? We’re going to do this right now?” Surely the chastising could wait for at least another minute. Maybe longer if Jaime was lucky. “Can I at least get my breath back?” A smirk played on Jaime’s lips, almost unravelling Anya. “Please?”
“Get dressed.” Anya collected Jaime’s pants and underwear from the floor and handed them over. “We have things to talk about.”
Jaime was still buttoningher pants as she followed Anya into the kitchen. She would never complain about what just happened between them, but Anya’s demeanour now was anything but… amorous.
“Are you hungry?”
Jaime focused on Anya’s ass as Anya rooted through the fridge. “Kinda. Then again, I’m not the one who just ate.”
Anya glanced back at Jaime, a raised brow the only acknowledgment of Jaime’s joke. She took out some leftover Chinese, opening the containers to sniff the contents.It smells fine enough.
“I hope you like Singapore rice noodles. It’s all I have that doesn’t need to be thrown out.” Anya took a plate out of the cupboard and plopped a large portion on it before sticking it in the microwave. It was more than she usually ate after a late night at work, but she couldn’t expect Jaime to survive on yogurt after the night she’d had.
“You and I seem to have similar eating habits,” Jaime smirked.
Anya narrowed her eyes as she passed Jaime a glass of ice water. “Was that another cunnilingus joke?”
