Page 43 of The Holiday

“Oh? You don’t want me to stop?” Etta’s hands moved up Jamie’s stomach, snatching the bottom of her breasts and squeezing them until the clamps almost popped off her nipples. “Why’s that? Tell me why you need me right now.”

Hell, where to begin?

Jamie spat out the first thing to come to mind. “Because I need you to fuck me.”

Etta snorted. The woman was close to climaxing, and yet here she was, taking her time to fuck not just Jamie’s body, but with her head too. “Am I the only one you want?”

“Yes! You’re…”

Apparently, Etta didn’t need more words. Or she was so overcome with lust that she couldn’t help but drive back into Jamie, fucking her with such strength that she perpetually cried out and slammed her eyes shut to the blinding lights around her.

Etta didn’t need her to say more words, but that did not meanshestayed silent.

She called her names. Filthy, nasty names that would piss Jamie off to hear in any other situation. Yet when Etta got her sohot and bothered, this was the only cure for her sexual ailments. The last thing Jamie wanted to be called was somethingnice. She wanted a long, hard ride that left her unable to walk the next day. She wanted to be ridden so wet that almost anyone could come up and take her, no matter their demeanor or lack of inhibitions. She wanted to be told that all of this made her nothing more than filthy words that no one called a respectable woman. Because Jamie wasn’t respectable. She had sex for money for a whole six months. With this woman. A woman whose first conversation with her was to offer her said money in exchange for said sex.

In these moments, Jamie would always feel like Etta’s…

“Oh, shit!” That mere thought made her explode, the core of her body so warm and stimulated that the good feelings spread through her quickly, staking every inch of her until she was shuddering out of control beneath Etta’s body. While Etta continued to fuck her through her orgasm, growling, grunting, and urging her to come harder while she screamed in ecstasy, the clamps took Jamie to new heights. The filthy words falling from Etta’s lips reminded her of her place as a fucktoy. As soon as Jamie came down from her high, Etta could go back to being her loving girlfriend. For now, her body only existed to please her girlfriend.

Jamie had never felt as small as when Etta finally came.

She also had never felt as loved as when Etta lowered her forehead and touched it to hers, riding out her climax with her eyes gazing deep into Jamie’s.

She said something. Probably a variation of“I love you,”but Jamie was on another planet, her mind completely focused on the feeling that they belonged to one another.

She crashed from her high as quickly as she soared to it. One moment she was riding in nirvana, and the next she was back on Earth, exhausted, spent, and oh so used.

Etta collapsed, gasping for breath. No wonder. Jamie was so clamped up that there was no way she was letting Etta get away from her anytime soon. She asked to have her hands untied, and the moment Etta lazily freed her, she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders and sighed.

“That was a lot of screaming,” Etta mumbled into the comforter. “Is your throat okay?”

No. It wasn’t. Jamie would be lucky to speak the next day – let alone walk.

Etta eventually got up, grinning, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking herself from Jamie’s skin.God, that is always so fucking hot. If she weren’t so spent between the legs, Jamie would beg Etta to fuck her again. There was something about a woman confidently tasting herself that got Jamie hot again.

“Well, that was good.” Etta ripped the binds before collapsing onto the bed next to Jamie. “I think I’m done for the next three days.”

“Lies,” she said sleepily. “You’ll be fucking me again tomorrow. Or at least my mouth.”

Etta chuckled. “What a tragedy that would be, indeed.”

Jamie closed her eyes and rolled against her girlfriend. As she was about to doze off, however, she heard that haunting howl and groaned. “I get it now,” Jamie mumbled. “Oh, Lord, tomorrow is going to be awkward.”

She received a pat on the shoulder. “At least the focus will be off us.”

“Seems like the last thing you want.”

“Maybe. We’ll be mushroom picking anyway.”

Jamie groaned again.

She stepped out of the shower an hour later, ready for bed. After yawning heartily, Jamie finished wrapping a robe around her body and put her hair up in a tight, wet knot. She eventually needed to blow-dry her hair, but first, she wanted to kiss Etta.

She found her, all right. In their room, wearing pajamas. Etta swiped through screens on her tablet, muttering beneath her breath.

“Why did I listen to her? I needed work done this weekend…”

Jamie wrapped her arms around Etta from behind, her strong scent overcoming the senses that were previously commanded by shampoo and body wash.

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