She thought Eden might give her more sass, but she tilted her chin and her eyes blazed, and she did what Jos asked. She removed her blouse first, undoing the buttons steadily, like she was stripping at home for no one but herself and she wasn’t in any particular hurry to get the thing off. She wasn’t trying to be sexy, and that’s what made what she was doing so hot.
She slid the fabric off her shoulders and worked at her pants next. She stepped out of them clumsily, and her cheeks flushed pink. Jos nearly groaned. She was aching between her legs. Aching everywhere. Her nipples were so hard they could have cut through the fabric layers of her bra and blouse. She wanted to get on her knees and worship this woman. She wanted inside her. She wanted to fuck her until they were sweaty and screaming, twisted up and tangled in each other, lost to anything but that moment.
Not going to happen. You’ve los enough of your shit this evening as is.
There was a reason Jos didn’t really let people in. Not because it was easier. That was cowardly. It was much, much harder to keep the world at bay. She’d trusted too eagerly before. Too innocently. She’d had the notions of kindness and trust and care stripped from her a long time ago.
What she’d had with Sandra? She never wanted to admit to herself that it was more of an agreement. They were playing at being married. Playing at caring about each other. They wanted companionship without too much meaning behind it, but Jos had liked the illusion. Or maybe that was just her.
Sandra was the one who asked for the divorce. She was the one who left. She was angry at Jos. She was hurt. Maybe she’d always hoped for more. It was something Jos couldn’t give.
She’d never once wanted to try.
Until now.
“What are you thinking about?”
Jos snapped back to the present and nearly cursed when she realized Eden had stripped off her bra and panties and she’d missed it. She was standing naked, her smooth body with her sleek muscles and golden skin, her dark nipples pert and her legs slightly parted. Nothing about the way she was standing was overly sexual, but Jos let her eyes feast on the vision of the goddess before her and watched a warm blush tint Eden’s skin. Her fair skin blushed so prettily. That pink fired Jos’ blood, made her heart pound, made her even wetter between her legs. Her panties were probably soaked.
She prowled closer, angling in so that she could look at Eden more closely. When she parted her legs with her hand, trai
ling her finger up her warm, shapely thigh, a map of unbelievable smoothness, she knew she was soaked when she found Eden soaking too. She was so wet that her thighs were wet.
Jos parted her folds with her fingers, holding her open and looking at her. At the beads of moisture gathered there. It made her hungry. Not the kind of hunger that a person feels for three squares a day. The kind of feral hunger that came to a person after they were starved for days on end. She knew. She’d once been that little girl.
Fuck that, I am not going there.
Jos shut down the memory, filing it away. She dropped to her knees and Eden’s eyes widened.
“What are you dong?” Eden gasped.
“What does it look like?” Jos spread Eden’s legs wider by slapping at the inside of her thighs. Eden gasped, but Jos had really just tapped her. It was more a gasp of pleasure, a gasp of daring, a gasp that said she knew she was fucked because Jos wasn’t going to have any mercy. A gasp that said she finally realized Jos still had all the power, even on her knees before Eden. “Should I stop? Get up?”
Eden’s hands tangled in Jos’ blonde tresses and pulled her face to her. Hard. “No,” she groaned. “God, no.”
“Then watch,” Jos commanded. “Watch yourself in the mirror. Watch while I eat this pretty pussy, but mostly I want you to watch yourself. Watch yourself as I pleasure you.”
“Fuck,” Eden growled. She didn’t untangle her fingers. She grasped Jos’ hair tighter, until her scalp burned, which was just right.
She grasped Eden’s hips and attacked her pussy. She ate at her wildly, taking her fill. Eden was sweet. She was salty and musky and sweet. A perfect three-course meal all wrapped up into one extraordinarily beautiful package. Jos wasn’t any wilting flower, and she wasn’t into doing things halfway. She sucked Eden’s clit until her hips bucked and rolled against her, until she was gasping and begging, her hands even tighter in her hair. She scraped her teeth over that sensitive little nub, pulling away just as Eden started to tremble.
“Watch,” she commanded.
“I’m watching,” Eden ground out. Her voice didn’t sound at all like hers.
“No. Look down and watch while I fuck you with my tongue. I want you to watch me fucking that tight little pussy. Watch.”
“Oh God.” Eden shifted just a little. Her chin turned down. Their eyes met because Jos looked up to make sure Eden obeyed. She spread her further apart with her fingers and she darted her tongue into her entrance. “Jesus, fuck,” Eden gasped.
Jos thought that maybe she liked her mouth the best when they were doing this. When she was cursing because nothing else would do. Because the pleasure was too hard, too much, and never enough.
“You taste so good,” Jos purred. “Oops, where are my words. Divine. You taste divine.” She darted her tongue into Eden’s entrance again, filling her. Eden moaned. She was starting to shake, and that wasn’t going to cut it.
No, she wasn’t getting off that easy. She was the one who had pursued Jos. She had followed her here, come into her home and pried secrets from her. Secrets you gave freely. Either way, she was going to pay the price.
Jos ripped her mouth away and Eden whimpered. She tried to force her face back there with her hair, but Jos reached up and untangled the strands from the other woman’s fingers. She stood and kissed Eden firmly, letting her taste every bit of her musk.
She whimpered when her salty arousal hit her tongue. Jos’ body was straining and vibrating, about to explode. If she put her hand down her panties right now, she’d be more than soaked. All it would take was one tap of her finger against her clit and she’d shatter.