Mistletoe (13 page)

“So are you,” Diana said in a breath as she reached up and pulled Jamie’s face to hers.

Diana held nothing back. Plunging her tongue between Jamie’s lips, she took what she wanted without hesitation.

With probing kisses that were both sensual and savage, her message was clear. She wanted all that Jamie had to give...and she wanted it now.

As she answered Diana’s hunger with that of her own, Jamie's hands began to roam. Threading her fingers through silken tresses the color of the darkest of chocolates, Jamie cradled Diana’s head as she continued to pillage her mouth. Her other hand traveled downward with purpose and reaching the mounds hidden beneath cashmere, Jamie gently cupped one breast in her hand. At first, her touch was light, content simply to hold and covet, but urged on by Diana’s throaty moan of approval, it wasn’t long before Jamie began to knead and squeeze.

When the need for air became too great, their lips separated for a moment, and that was all the time it took for Jamie to lift Diana's sweater over her head. The air in the room was cool against Diana's flesh and goosebumps appeared, but then she saw the look in Jamie's eyes. It was feral and ravenous, changing her sapphire orbs to the color of a midnight sky...and Diana's body turned molten.

Hungry for the woman who stood before her, it was all Jamie could do not to tear the rest of the clothes from Diana's body and take her where she stood. Breasts of alabaster rose and fell with every breath Diana took, seemingly begging for release from the bondage of the black brassiere, and Jamie answered their call. Unfastening the clasp, she slowly drew the thin straps down Diana's delicate arms.

Brazenly exposed to Jamie's hungry stare, Diana's nipples began to ache as they filled with need, and as Jamie leaned down, Diana’s entire body began to throb.

Cupping one magnificent breast in her hand, Jamie tweaked at the pebbled bud, watching as the little point grew erect and large. Rolling it between her fingers, she listened as Diana's breathing grew louder, and then lowering her mouth, Jamie covered the tip and sucked hard.

“Oh, God,” Diana said in a breath, feeling her juices flow thick between her legs. “Oh...my...
God
.”

Tugging gently on one swollen nipple with her fingers, Jamie tortured the other with her mouth, suckling and nibbling until the tip was plump and stiff.

Feasting on the feminine delights, she lost herself in the pleasure she was giving, and when Diana blatantly arched her breasts, begging for more, Jamie gave her more.

Diana's heart was pounding in her ears. Jamie owned every inch of her, and the more Jamie fondled and sucked, the more Diana needed. Deep inside, she could feel a stirring begin, and for a split second, she welcomed its arrival, but then her eyes flew open wide. “No,” she said, stumbling backward. “No...no.”

Stunned, Jamie stood straight.

“What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Diana, what's wrong?”

“Wait...wait...wait,” Diana said between gulps of air as she held up her hand.

Afraid that she had done something horribly wrong, Jamie became a statue.

Without moving an inch, she waited for a few moments before she said, “Diana, please...please tell me what's wrong.”

Shaking her head, Diana slumped on the edge of the bed, and crossing her arms to cover her nakedness, she said, “I...I'm...I'm sorry.”

Hesitant, Jamie approached the bed and knelt at Diana’s feet. “Talk to me,” she said, placing her hand on Diana's knee.

“I can't.”

“Please, if I've done something wrong, I need to know what it is.”

“You haven't...You didn't...Shit!”

Diana said. Hiding her face in her hands, she muttered, “This is
so
embarrassing.”

Bewildered, Jamie rested back on her haunches. Staring up at Diana, she tried to think of something to say, but then she remembered the conversation they had downstairs. With the slightest of grins, she said, “Diana, I know that we hardly know each other, and I know...well, at least I think I know that this is...that being with me is probably your first time—”

“Oh, Jamie, it’s not about that,” Diana said, peeking out through her fingers.

“It’s not?”

“No,” Diana replied, her cheeks suddenly blazing with color. “Oh, I can’t believe I’m going to say this.”

“Say what?” Jamie asked, swallowing hard. “Please don’t say you think this is a mistake.”

Dropping her hands, Diana said, “No, of course not!”

“Well, then—”

Flustered, and knowing that the truth was her only way out, Diana blurted, “I almost came.”

Jamie’s jaw snapped shut. Furrowing her brow, she stared back in disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

“I almost…climaxed.”

“You almost climaxed?”

“Yes.”

“You stopped me in the midst of passion…because...because you were about to come?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t like orgasms?”

Diana’s eyes flew open wide. “Of course, I do!”

“Then I’m confused.”

“Jamie, look at me,” Diana said.

“I’m still wearing my boots for Christ’s sake, and you’re...you’re completely dressed. I didn’t want—”

Whatever words Diana was trying to form stopped in her throat as Jamie reached over and tugged off Diana’s boots. Wasting no time, Jamie did the same with hers, and after tossing them aside, she rose to her feet and quickly rid herself of the white cable-knit sweater she was wearing.

Kneeling once again in front of Diana, Jamie placed herself between the woman’s legs. “Is this better?” she asked, smiling.

Diana couldn’t speak. Mesmerized by the Jamie’s bronzed torso, she swallowed the moisture building in her mouth. Hidden behind a bra of white were breasts Diana yearned to see, and the reality of the hunger heating her blood caused her body to pulse with need.

Cupping Diana’s chin in her hand, Jamie lifted it until their eyes met.

Gazing into brown eyes flecked with gold, she asked, “Are you afraid of me?”

“No.”

“Are you afraid of this?”

“No,” Diana said, shaking her head.

“Then let it happen,” Jamie said with the softest of grins as she got to her feet.

Taking a ragged breath, Diana smiled back, and when Jamie gently urged her to lie down, Diana went willingly. Their eyes remained locked on each other as Jamie removed what was left of Diana’s clothing, and without denim to hold in her scent, the aroma of Diana’s need rose in the air.

Climbing onto the bed, Jamie lay by Diana’s side, gazing at the goddess who had captured her heart. Entranced, she ran her finger lightly over Diana’s nose and across her lips, before leaning down and placing a soft kiss upon her mouth.

Sighing into the kiss, Diana’s eyes fluttered closed, and as Jamie’s hand traveled south, leisurely caressing one breast and then the other, Diana’s breathing quickened.

Entranced, Jamie casually drew the tips of her fingers over Diana’s body as she admired what lay in front her.

Perfect breasts, creamy and plump, with coral centers and tips distended were there for the tasting, and that’s exactly what Jamie did. Flicking her tongue over one tip, she licked and teased it until it was taut and pebbled while her hand continued its journey downward.

Reaching the dark curls, Jamie ran a finger across the waves, inwardly smiling at their shortened length, and then ever so slowly, she dipped it between Diana’s legs.

“Oh, God,” Jamie said under her breath as the slickness of Diana’s passion coated her finger. Sliding through the thickened folds with intent, when she reached Diana’s center, Jamie slipped her finger inside effortlessly.

Diana’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Jamie’s finger ease into her, and arching her back, she opened her legs and silently begged for more. The desire to be taken – to be
owned
– had never been so strong, and as she felt Jamie begin to move inside of her, Diana moaned a raspy, “Yes.”

Deliberate in her rhythm, Jamie took her time as she stroked Diana. Sheathing herself within her for only a few seconds, she then slowly withdrew her finger to lazily explore the crevices moist with want, and each time she returned to the warm center of her lover, she pushed her finger deeper. The evidence of Diana’s passion coated Jamie’s hand, and the perfume of her lust was intoxicating. Musky and erotic, it filled Jamie’s senses, and as it did, she increased the tempo of her thrusts and Diana began to writhe.

The room filled with the sound of heated gasps as both women became lost in the rapture, and when Jamie added a second finger, instinctively Diana lifted her hips to receive it. Filling her completely, Jamie pumped the twin probes in and out, and within seconds, Diana’s bucks turned frenzied. Feeling Diana’s walls begin to clench, Jamie buried herself deep for a moment, before exiting and rubbing her fingertips over Diana’s clit. Over and over, in and out, she worked Diana’s need until she saw her grab fistfuls of the bedspread.

Quickly entering her again, Jamie curled her fingers and pressed them against the bundle of nerves that would take Diana over the edge. Hearing the guttural moans rising in Diana’s throat, Jamie whispered, “Come for me, darling. Come for me now.”

An exquisite explosion of ecstasy washed over Diana as she felt the flood within her release, and crying out at the sheer power of the orgasm, she arched and shuddered as the climax claimed her. Wave after wave shattered her body, and giving herself fully to it, Diana’s juices spewed forth.

Gently, Jamie removed her hand and listened as Diana’s breathing slowly returned to normal. After a few minutes, Diana opened her eyes and smiled at the woman gazing back at her. “You’re amazing.”

Jamie grinned for a second, but when the ache between her legs pounded for attention, she licked her lips and climbed off the bed. With her eyes locked on Diana, she rid herself of the rest of her clothes, and then knelt on the mattress by Diana’s side. “I need you,” she whispered. “Oh, God, I need you.”

Wasting no time, Diana rose to her knees, and lowering her eyes, took in the view. Areolas of dark pink were centered on breasts heavy and round, and nipples appearing like rose-colored pearls stood rigid at the centers. Jamie’s breathing had turned harsh and uneven, and as her chest rose and fell, Diana’s body tingled with the prospect of what was to come. Leaning down, there was no hesitation when she pulled a swollen nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, yes,” Jamie gasped, running her fingers through Diana’s hair. “Oh, yes.”

Circling her tongue around the sensitive peak, Diana felt it grow harder, and capturing it between her lips, she suckled, nibbled and licked until Jamie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away.

“You’re killing me,” Jamie moaned, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I’m too close...I’m just too close.”

Smiling at the fact that she wasn’t the only one unable to hold back her climax, Diana pushed Jamie to the bed. Quickly straddling one of Jamie’s legs, Diana said, “Tell me…show me.”

The sight of Diana hovering over her, with lips swollen and hair tousled was the most erotic thing Jamie had ever seen. Her skin glistened with sweat, her face was flushed, and her breasts dangled dangerously close to Jamie’s mouth. Even though Jamie needed release from the tempest building inside her, the thought of having Diana again was beyond tempting. Fighting the urge to ravish her again, Jamie reached up and pulled Diana’s face down. Kissing her hard, she plundered Diana’s mouth, sucking against her tongue and lips until there was no turning back. She needed Diana, and she needed her now.

Breaking out of the kiss, Jamie took Diana’s hand and stared intently into her eyes. Guiding it lower, when she was within a few inches from where she needed Diana to be, in a hoarse voice, Jamie said, “Do what you want. All I ask is that you make it hard...and you make it fast.”

Nodding her head, Diana slipped her hand from Jamie’s, and waiting only a second for Jamie to shift her legs farther apart, Diana felt Jamie’s sex for the very first time.

Diana had been aware of how her own body felt since her early teens, but in no way had that prepared her for this.

Under her fingers, she could feel the throb of Jamie’s desire, and Jamie’s essence felt like honey as it coated her fingers. Astounding by the soaked, petal-like folds thickened with want, Diana moved her fingers where she knew Jamie needed them, and without faltering, pushed two inside.

“Christ, yes!” Jamie exclaimed, clasping her thighs around Diana’s hand for an instant as she luxuriated in the sensation. Squeezing her legs hard, trying to ward off what she knew would come soon enough, a few seconds passed before Jamie relaxed and Diana was able to begin to move inside of her.

Honoring Jamie’s only request, Diana embedded her fingers to the hilt and then began to thrust them quickly in and out of the woman’s moist, tight center. Again and again, Diana plunged deep and hard, and matching Diana’s strokes with fervor, Jamie raised her hips to meet each and every one.

Gyrating against Diana’s fingers, Jamie was quickly losing her mind. Ecstasy was on the horizon, and gasping for air, her bucks became wild as she impaled herself on Diana’s fingers with abandon.

Her own breathing now fast and shallow, Diana watched in amazement as she drove Jamie to the place she had just visited. Starting as a tingling, distant and odd, and then changing to ripples of pleasure, soft and friendly, the climax would begin to build. But as the pleasure grows, the ripples begin to turn to waves, and inhibitions are lost as sensual tremors drive you toward screams.

Sheathing her fingers deep inside one more time, Diana curled them, and as she pressed against a most sensitive spot, she ran her thumb across Jamie’s clit, and promptly sent the woman over the edge.

Throaty moans escaped Jamie’s lips as her orgasm grew to a crescendo, and clasping her legs around Diana’s hand to still her movements, Jamie gave in to the climax. Shuddering explosions of splendor swept over her, and squeezing her legs together, she cried out as her body released. With breathy groans, she rode out each wave, arching her hips slightly at the ebb and then relaxing as the sensation dissolved.

Awash in the aftermath of the orgasm, time seemed to stand still until Jamie finally opened her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she smiled up at the woman sitting by her side. “Are you okay?”