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Then, Jade’s hands moved back up, her palms gliding over Camilla’s thighs. Her fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and Camilla’s heart pounded in her chest as Jade gently nudged her legs apart. She lingered on her inner thigh, teasing just below her sex, and Camilla’s hips moved involuntarily, seeking contact. She was so wet, so aroused she was close to begging.
"How's that?" Jade whispered as her hands slid upward just a little more, her touch firm and sure.
Camilla could only manage another moan in response, her body arching.
Jade's hands stilled as she leaned forward, her body hovering over Camilla's, the heat from her skin mingling with the warmth from the fire. She brought her mouth close to Camilla's ear, her breath hot and tantalizing.
“What do you want?” Jade whispered, teasing the edges of Camilla’s restraint. "Tell me what you want."
“I…” Camilla’s breath hitched, her body trembling with need. The feel of Jade so close, the way her words brushed against her like silk, made her pulse race. Jade’s hands were still hovering just above her skin, not quite touching, teasing her, making her feel every inch of the space between them. She felt dizzy with want.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Jade's voice was a low, seductive murmur.
The effect was immediate and undeniable, and Camilla’s body arched in response. Her voice, when she found it, was breathy, desperate. "Yes," she whispered. "Please, Jade… I need you. Take me."
Jade’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she slid her hand lower, her fingers finally dipping where Camilla had been craving her touch, running through her slick heat.
Camilla gasped, her body responding instantly, every nerve igniting. It was as if Jade knew exactly what she wanted, what she craved, and when Jade slowly pushed two fingers inside her, she almost lost it.
Lowering herself on top of Camilla with her full body weight, Jade kissed her shoulder blades and her back while she fucked her in a slow, steady rhythm. Her movements were sensual, her fingers exploring and teasing while Camilla's moans filled the room.
Her fingers curled inside, finding a rhythm that quickly brought Camilla on the edge, her hips moving to meet every stroke, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Jade’s lips brushed against her neck. "That’s it," she murmured. "Come for me, babe."
Camilla’s body tightened, every muscle coiling in delicious anticipation. Jade’s hand moved faster, her body pressing into her as the tension built to a crescendo. And then, with a sharp gasp, she shattered, her release washingover her in waves, her body trembling as Jade held her through it, never breaking the rhythm.
When the last tremors of pleasure finally subsided, Camilla lay spent and breathless beneath Jade, her body heavy with satisfaction. Jade kissed the back of her neck, her touch now tender and soothing. "You’re incredible," she whispered, pressing another soft kiss to her shoulder before she rolled off Camilla and pulled her into her arms. “How’s the ache?”
Camilla chuckled, still catching her breath, her body warm and heavy with lingering pleasure. She met Jade’s gaze, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “The ache?” she murmured, her voice teasing. “What ache? You’re a miracle worker.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
The granite countertops of the spacious kitchen was dusted with flour and laughter echoed off the walls as Camilla, Jade, Aunt Lara, and little Emma busied themselves with their baking endeavors.
Jade and Aunt Lara worked side by side, rolling out dough for Aunt Lara's famous cinnamon rolls. The easy camaraderie between them warmed Camilla’s heart as she watched them. Jade's blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun, a smudge of flour on her cheek that she found utterly endearing. Aunt Lara's usually impeccable appearance was similarly disheveled, her apron covered in spots of butter and cinnamon.
"Now, remember," Aunt Lara said, "the key is to roll the dough nice and tight. That's what gives you those perfect spirals when you slice them."
Jade nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration as she carefully rolled the dough. "Like this?" she asked, looking up for approval.
"Perfect!" Aunt Lara beamed. "You're a natural, dear."
Camilla chuckled as she turned her attention back tothe bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough she was mixing. Emma stood beside her on a step stool, her little face scrunched up in determination as she attempted to stir her own smaller bowl of dough.
"Camilla," Emma whined, "it's too hard to mix!"
"Here, sweetie," Camilla said, setting down her own bowl. "Let me show you a trick." She placed her hands over Emma's tiny ones, guiding her through the motions. "See? If you use your whole arm, not just your wrist, it's much easier."
Emma's face lit up as she felt the difference. "Oh! I can do it now!"
Aunt Lara looked over at them and chuckled. "It's so nice to have some girl time, isn't it? We should do this more often."
"Yeah!" Emma agreed enthusiastically, chocolate smeared across her cheek and even more at the corners of her mouth. "Girl time is the best!"
The adults burst into laughter at Emma's serious declaration, but she didn’t even notice it, too focused on her dough.
"Well, I for one am glad Jack is outside with his new drone," Jade said humorously. "Can you imagine the mess if he were in here too?"
As if on cue, they heard a faint whirring sound outside, followed by Jack's excited shouts. Camilla moved to the window, catching sight of her nephew racing across the snowy lawn, his eyes fixed on the small drone buzzing overhead.
