Page 59 of Always on My Mind

Tessa flicked her tongue over Jamie’s nipple and she keened. Her back arched away from the chair and her hips rocked toward Tessa as if demanding more contact. Tessa eased her back down, but continued to tease her.

Tessa let her hand wander over Jamie’s washboard abs. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of Jamie’s shorts. Jamie’s breath hitched.

“Please,” she whined. “Touch me, Tessa. It’s been so long.”

“What’s the rush, now?” Tessa teased as she pressed a kiss to the valley between Jamie’s breasts. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

“I’ve waited three years to feel you like this,” Jamie said on an exhale. “And. . . I haven’t had anyone since you.”

Tessa paused. She lifted her head to look Jamie in the eyes again.

“Catch yourself on,” she said. “No one?”

Jamie shook her head. “No, Tessa. It’s always been you.”

For the first time, Tessa truly regretted her post-breakup slut phase. Knowing Jamie couldn’t bring herself to be intimate with anyone else proved the kind of hurt she had carried from the moment she left London. Tessa had used it as an excuse to justify any and all behavior. She swallowed. Then she kissed Jamie again, hoping to show her how touching it was since she didn’t have the proper words.

Jamie pawed at Tessa’s top. She took hold of it and lifted it over Tessa’s head so that they could press into each other, skin to skin. Tessa’s soft, willowy frame molded to the contours of Jamie’s lean body. Jamie braced Tessa against her with her hands. The contact sent a jolt of warmth right to Tessa’s core. She trailed kisses down Jamie’s neck again, nipping softly at the sensitive spots behind her ear and above her collarbone. Finding those freckles with her tongue.

When she reached for Jamie’s shorts again, Jamie lifted her hips. She helped Tessa tug them down over her bum and thighs, along with her knickers. Tessa slid them past her ankles and tossed them away. She drew back to take in the glory that was Jamie’s form.

Jamie was the perfect balance of curvy and muscular, with tanned, muscled arms and a perfect six-pack. But her breasts were full and round. Her thighs were thick and soft. Tessa knelt between them, skimming her palms up them and inching themfurther apart. Her mouth followed. Jamie sucked in a gasp as Tessa neared the apex.

Heat radiated from Jamie’s core. Tessa could feel it as she got closer and closer to where Jamie needed her most. If her squirming hips were any indication, at least. A desperate moan fell from Jamie’s mouth as she laced her fingers in Tessa’s hair.

“Please, baby. . . ” she sighed.

Tessa finally gave in and put her mouth on Jamie’s clit. Jamie groaned with relief. She tugged lightly on Tessa’s hair, urging her even closer. Tessa held back a laugh. She opened her mouth and worked Jamie’s entire slit, running her tongue from opening to clit and back again. Jamie’s hips rolled with Tessa’s rhythm. Tessa knew she wanted release. But this was what she loved to do—take quiet, reserved, in-control Jamie and make her writhe. There was nothing sexier in the world.

Tessa teased Jamie’s opening with her fingers, keeping her mouth locked on her clit, swishing her tongue back and forth across the sensitive nub. Jamie’s hips jumped forward at the new touch, and Tessa knew she had permission. Jamie was already slick. Tessa sank two fingers inside her. She felt the stretch of Jamie’s pussy as it clenched around her fingers. Heat pooled in the pit of Tessa’s center, but she pushed down her own desires. This was for Jamie.

“Fuck, Tessa!” Jamie cried, head falling back again. “Please, please.”

Tessa pumped her fingers in and out. She crooked them when she reached deep inside Jamie to find her g-spot. It took her no time at all to find it. Jamie’s body was as familiar as her own home. After all, they had had centuries to explore each other fully.

Jamie’s thighs quivered. Her voice raised an octave on every exhale, with expletives and Tessa’s name scattered between her breaths. Her grip on Tessa’s hair tightened.

“M’close,” Jamie whimpered.

Tessa maintained her speed and pressure. Consistency was key with Jamie. It had been three years since she’d seen Jamie have an orgasm and she wasn’t about to miss out on the sight now. Finally, her walls fluttered around Tessa’s fingers. Jamie choked on a cry and her whole body shuddered. Her hips rocked slower and slower with every pitch, easing herself down from her high. Tessa slowed her mouth and fingers before she pulled gently away.

Jamie slumped in the chair. She panted and swallowed hard. God, she was so hot like that—fucked out and walls down. She was a work of art.

Tessa pressed soft kisses up Jamie’s body until she reached her mouth. Jamie’s labored breathing prevented a full-on snog, but they exchanged tender pecks.

Jamie glanced at her computer screen. “You won the bet.”

“Fucking knew it,” Tessa returned and reached over to shut it.

Giggling, Jamie kissed her again. That one lasted longer, but Tessa was the first to pull away.

“How about you go get your lounge clothes on, and I’ll start on dinner,” she said. “Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” Jamie replied. “Now if only I can make my legs work.”

Tessa chuckled. “Take your time. Of course, you’re always welcome to stay naked and we can go for round two.”

“I’ll get dressed,” Jamie said, rolling her eyes. “Help me up, will you?”

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