Page 31 of Menage a Passions
“You are an efficient gal, and I love that about you.”
“Jane. Wong.” Caitlyn pushed her wife up against the wall next to the window. When Jane uttered that tiny, surprised gasp? Caitlyn couldn’t have planned it better. “I will always pick maximum pleasure over efficiency. Don’t you know that about me by now?”
She unbuckled Jane’s belt and pulled half of it out of its loops.That’s another thing I learned being with this woman…Jane may have worn delicate belts for function over style, butthey still required to be loosened before Caitlyn could access the sweet reverie Jane thought she socleverlyhid in her pants.
“Maximum pleasure, huh?” Jane could hardly contain the heavy breaths already claiming her as she attempted to keep her flirtatious façade.It’s not working, sweetheart.Caitlyn was better at keeping her cool when she was on the other side of this than Jane. But she liked that about her wife, who wasn’t afraid tolet goonce in a while. “How about we assert some dominance in here?”
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Please,love.” Jane’s hands were in Caitlyn’s hair, threading everything above the ear until fingers descended to the hot and heated places that neither dared to talk about right now. “Do not tell me we have to go home before we finish up. Come on. Just a taste for your ol’ Jane.”
“Fine.” Caitlyn acted as if this hadn’t been her plan from the moment she slammed her wife against the wall. Besides, wasn’t her hand already busy with its task? It may have been dark inside the room, but Caitlyn could still see the delighted demeanor on her wife’s face before she dove in for a kiss that was sure to destroy the last of their mutual sanity.
Fine.With Caitlyn taking charge, this couldn’t be hotter.
Well, some things were hotter. Like Jane’s body as Caitlyn freed more of her wife’s clothes so she couldget in there.Every time Jane tried to say something – either a quip or some plea of encouragement – Caitlyn silenced her with another kiss that ended every note with a sigh.
Exactly how Caitlyn wanted her wife.
Don’t forget, I’m the one who says yes.Caitlyn said yes to going back with Jane to her hotel room on that fated night they met in a bar. She said yes to flying with her to faraway locales for businessandpleasure.I said yes to her marriage proposal.
And Caitlyn was the one who said yes to a divorce when it seemed they had exhausted all other avenues toward salvaging their first marriage.
Because Caitlyn was the type to say yes to everything that tickled her fancy.
“Mm, hot damn,” Jane said in her preposterously posh voice. Then again, Caitlyn had that effect on her wife when her hands were down Jane’s pants, rubbing her slit through her boxers before finally going for the kill.
“Is this how you saw this going, Lin?”
Caitlyn tasted that diabolical smile before she felt it against her mouth. Jane flung her head against the wall, clutching Caitlyn’s shoulders as she vainly attempted to get more comfortable for a fingering against the wall. “Absolutely not! But I shall not complain!”
“You always like a nice surprise finish to thingsyoustart.”
Jane’s eyes closed as she relaxed around Caitlyn’s fingers, welcoming them inside her as if her wife was an old friend stopping by for a quick visit. “Like I said…” Her grip on Caitlyn’s body only tightened. “Not complaining, love.”
“Uh-huh.” Caitlyn curled her fingers, enticing another gasp from Jane’s undulating throat.It’s not easy getting to her best treasure from here, but I know how to make do.As long as Caitlyn was limber enough, she would find a way to rock her wife’s world when it was appropriate.Hm, is now appropriate?Good enough for Caitlyn. “Let’s see how fast we can get you singing, huh?”
Caitlyn knew this was quick and dirty, but she also knew that Janelovedquick and dirty. Fingers in the deepest reaches of her body were one way to go about it, but there were others.Kisses south of her navel. A hard spanking when she knows she’s out of line.Even the right toy at home had Jane screaming in her pillow if Caitlyn – or Rebecca – were convincing enough.Ooh, nothing like hearing Becca give her what-for.Caitlyn meant that sexually, too. Rebecca may have been their mutual submissive type who was more often beneath their bodies than on top, but after five years, she sometimes got Jane eating her pillow too!
That was what made their arrangement fun.Surprises.
“Hot damn, indeed.” Caitlyn couldn’t sound more American if she tried. “My goodness, you were excited tonight, weren’t you?”
“What can I say, love?” Jane attempted to do one of her lazy shrugs, but between being pinned by Caitlyn’s body and penetrated by her hand, she was quickly losing finesse in her movements.Good.It was what she deserved. “Talking business gets me ready for you, Cait.”
“Is that so?” Caitlyn hooked her fingers deeper, indulging in the otherworldly way her wife cried out in sexual satisfaction.Ooh, that is a nice echo in this room.If Caitlyn’s fingers were longer, or if the angle were better, she’d go for a kill that was sure to make her wife scream.
What Jane said next was barely in Cantonese, let alone English. Caitlyn only parsed the string of naughty curses because she had lived in Hong Kong withthiswretch long enough. Could Caitlyn replicate those tones, though? Not the way a native speaker like Jane could, and she was smitten with that.
It showed what she did to Jane, after all. And Caitlyn had learned from the best.
“Then fuck me, Lin.” Caitlyn hid her grin behind the curtain of hair she soon had to push out of her face. “Show me how excited you get for your wife to fuck you in new and exciting business ventures.”
There was nothing rarer in their sexual relationship than for Jane to readily take so many instructions in such little time. Yet she must have known that this was her chance to realize a long-held fantasy and grabbed it by the proverbial horns. Or fingers, in this case.
That’s what you get, honey.Jane thought she could spring all of this on her wife? Her business partner? Ooh, she thought she could,withoutany repercussions? Because being the one pressed against the wall with another woman’s hand in her pants was a special kind of repercussion for Jane Wong, the woman who couldn’t hold back how badly she wanted to come from nothing but five minutes’ worth of pleasure.
What’s stopping you, Lin?