Finding Jessica Lambert, page 35
The first touch of their breasts together made her gasp. The spark electrified her whole body and she couldn’t move. Jess slipped her hands around Anna’s sides and gently pulled her nearer, her breath hitching with every inch of their bodies caressing together. Anna moaned at their breasts touching, at the exquisite smoothness of Jess's thighs against her own, and Anna arched her back so that her stomach sealed with her lover’s and she could feel the whole length of her body.
It was beyond erotic. The sense of being as close as possible to Jess was overwhelming. She held her tight, wanting nothing more than to enjoy her lover against her body. She loved this woman and with everything stripped away she gave in completely. She closed her eyes and bathed in the glowing elation of loving someone and having them so sensually near.
“I love you,” she sighed.
She couldn’t stop thinking it now. Her whole body was saying it – the way she nuzzled into Jess's neck, the way her fingers curled and stroked around her head taking her in, the way she arched into her body for as intimate a touch as possible.
But when Jess started to move her hands up her back, massaging with firm fingers and definite intentions, Anna’s body responded immediately and wanted more. Every touch ignited pleasure. Jess moved eagerly, working her way up so that burst after burst sent dizzying spells of arousal to every part of Anna’s body. She groaned. She couldn’t help it.
“Lie down,” Jess whispered and Anna’s senses heightened at the promise of more.
She lay between the sheet and duvet by her side. Even the smooth material seemed erotic today, stroking her back and delighting every nerve ending that was usually protected beneath clothes. But it was nothing to the feeling of Jess's soft lips at the top of her cleavage, or the warm hand that gently cupped her breast.
Anna wanted to say how good it felt, how much she desired Jess, but she couldn’t speak. Jess's kisses were gentle but urgent and every contact stepped up Anna’s desire so that she nearly panicked at how intense it was.
She groaned as Jess took her nipple in her mouth. The warmth of her lips, the luscious kiss, the exquisite suck on her nipple; it had her whole body pulsing with heat from her breast, through her belly, right to the swell between her legs. She moaned as Jess kissed her, every gentle nibble, every delicious squeeze, building her higher and higher.
Fingers dipped between her upper thighs and Anna breathed in sharply as if she might come. She waited, panting with anticipation for Jess's touch, and when she parted Anna’s legs with a silky sweep of her hands, it was almost unbearable.
“I can’t–” she groaned. I can’t bear it, she wanted to say.
She didn’t need to wait long. Jess hungrily trailed down her body, her lips and kisses inflaming Anna, and her movement betraying her eagerness.
“Oh god,” Anna gasped. She was wound tight from her neck to her toes, her arousal climbing ever higher.
Jess's lips seduced her stomach. Her kisses explored the top of her thigh. The tip of her tongue parted Anna’s lips.
“Oh fuck,” Anna cried.
Then slowly, with a perfect luscious lick, Jess slipped her tongue over Anna’s centre and her whole body caved. Anna shuddered with the pleasure pulsing through her, then swam in dizzying waves of ever growing arousal as Jess licked over her swollen clitoris.
She clutched the sheets in her fists, arched up to Jess's mouth, who took her with ever hungrier kisses. Anna was rigid with paralysing excitement, afraid of how tightly wound she’d become and desperate to tip over the edge. Then Jess gently sucked her into her mouth and the engulfing warmth and firm stroke of her tongue sent Anna tumbling.
Wave after wave of powerful orgasm ravaged her. Anna groaned with heavenly release. She swore like a fucking sailor and the way Jess held her to her face, murmuring appreciation, Anna could tell Jess revelled in it as much as Anna.
She lay exhausted on the bed, racked with deep breaths and blissfully obliterated by intoxicating hormones.
“Oh you are gorgeous,” Jess sighed and Anna smiled, as Jess's breath tickled over her clitoris. She sounded drunk.
“Come here, please,” Anna said, smiling down at her.
Jess climbed up the bed and over Anna, covering her with adoring kisses as she went. Anna pulled her in, kissing her lips, both groaning with appreciation.
“I love you on top of me,” Anna whispered, and Jess's reply was incoherent.
Anna’s hands explored down her lover’s quivering body, admiring her firm torso, the roundness of her buttocks, then slipped around her thigh and into the slickness between her legs and over her swollen centre.
Jess almost collapsed with her whole weight on top of her. She seemed to have only enough strength to arch her hip to let Anna inside.
The sensation of Jess's clitoris, wet and firm beneath Anna’s fingertip as she circled around and around the nugget of pleasure, oh it put a smile on her face. She breathed in time with Jess, almost overcome again, as Jess tensed and pulled Anna’s into her arms. The cry Jess gave was of anguished ecstasy and Anna was lost mumbling incoherent delight.
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Anna gazed at Jess, her lover’s eyes closed but mouth curved up with pleasure at the attention. Anna stroked her fingers around Jess's curling hairline, then around her ears, curiously soft and firm at the same time. She kissed her cheek then above her eyes, her silky smooth eyebrow faintly salty on the tip of Anna’s tongue from perspiration at their love making. It was intimate and comforting, touching from her head to toes.
“I want this every day,” Anna said, her heart full. “I want all of this. Dates at St Paul’s, rushing home to bed, waking up with you in my arms.”
Her heart lurched at the thought of not having that. She wanted it so badly, the possibility of it ever disappearing made her world tilt, her head reel and her body cry out. The idea of being apart made her feel the chill of exposure even though their bodies still met.
She’d feared falling in love with Jess for so long. Now that she was in deep, she felt the full force of it, good and bad, that intense living and horrible possibility of loss. The fear turned to urgency to keep her lover close and they sought each other, kissed and tenderly reassured, their caresses becoming erotic once again.
“I always feel calm here,” Jess said later, enclosed in each other’s arms. “Ever since the first time I stayed.”
“You certainly made yourself comfortable,” Anna smiled, teasing Jess at falling asleep on her bed that first night.
“With your company and this safe haven, I never want to leave.”
Anna hesitated. “Then don’t.”
Jess looked at her.
“Stay here. When you can,” Anna said. “When you need to be in London.”
Jess kissed her. “Are you asking me to move in, Anna Mayhew?”
How quickly the tables turned with their gentle teasing, and a thrill of excitement and tickle of amusement filled Anna’s body. That’s always what Jess did, made her come alive in so many ways. The world had so many dimensions when she was with Jess.
“I am. Jessica Lambert, superstar, I’m asking you to move into my tiny London flat.”
It sounded ridiculous, and Anna’s confidence wavered. “If you want to. If it’s practical. You know you can leave overnight things. Your London pied à terre.”
“I want to more than anything else in the world. I want to move in and wake up with you every day.” Jess paused. “And more.”
It was loaded with meaning, with promises, questions and hope about the future and Anna felt the enormity of it all. Jess didn’t say any more but Anna knew she watched and waited.
“Let’s see how this goes,” Anna said. “A lot of things might change.”
“They will,” Jess said, “and how we live may need to change several times, but I want to do that together.”
And Anna kissed her, reeling with the breadth and depth of her feelings at Jess's words.
Chapter 54.
“Is that all you’re bringing?” Anna asked, after she’d frowned and puzzled over Jess's luggage.
Jess put the modest suitcase on the floor of the flat and dumped the holdall from over her shoulder. Jess had stayed every night at Anna’s, moving over in dribs and drabs. Toothbrush, underwear, tablet for reading and music. But with the shooting schedule she hadn’t had time to pack and check out of her room. So, today was official moving-in day.
“There’s more than enough room for those,” Anna said, relieved. “Is that all you need to bring?”
“That’s all there is,” Jess said.
“In London?”
“Anywhere. I suppose there are a few boxes at Mom and Dad’s, but I never use them.”
“Really?” Anna looked bewildered, the crinkle in her brow and wrinkle of her nose bewitching Jess and making her want to swoop her up already. She looked divine. The spring sunshine had brought out the dusting of freckles across her nose and a light rusty tan on her arms more obvious against the loose white linen shirt she wore over comfy faded jeans.
“This?” Anna motioned to Jess and her luggage. “This is Jessica Lambert’s whole world?”
“Yeah.” Jess laughed.
“Well, OK,” Anna said, lifting her eyebrows. She smiled at last, then stepped forward and cupped Jess's cheeks in her hands and placed one of those delicious kisses on her lips. The one that made Jess float on air, close her eyes in submission and curl her toes in delight. The one where Anna’s lips caressed over Jess, and even when she pulled away, Jess was irresistibly drawn after her.
“Hello,” Anna murmured, and Jess sighed at the sound of that silky voice.
“Hi,” she moaned. “I don’t suppose we have time for more of those, do we?” Jess said, plaintively.
“Later,” Anna purred. “You have a busy day. Let’s get you unpacked.”
Anna sat on the armchair next to the bed and alongside the shelves that ran the length of the room from window to eaves.
“You sacrificed CD space!” Jess said.
Drawer-boxes now sat on the shelves where Anna’s CD collection had been previously.
“Well,” Anna replied. “I use the digital player more often anyway.”
“You moved,” Jess said with great gravitas and a hand over her heart, “antiquated music formats for me?”
“I had to make room somewhere and I never–” Anna whipped her head round and scowled at Jess, all the while her cheeks twitching with amusement. “Watch it,” she growled.
Jess leant down and kissed her lover who was having a hard time maintaining her chagrin. “I love you,” Jess said, her cheeks tight with a grin.
“Hmm,” Anna said, her mock indignation still present and Jess couldn’t resist softening her further, caressing across her cheek, nibbling her earlobe then trailing butterfly kisses all the way down her neck.
Anna gulped. “Stop it, or we’ll never get unpacked.”
Jess drew back, her grin ever bigger. “I like this, kissing whenever we like.”
Anna was unable to hold the pretence of irritation and her whole face lit up, her love and happiness shining out at Jess.
“Me too,” she said, and it made Jess giddy. “But,” Anna said raising her hand to indicate gravity. “I need to remind you to be tidy. Otherwise I’m going to be tripping over your shoes in this small flat and the new robo-vacuum is going to choke on your shirts.”
“I can do tidy,” Jess said, with a confidence that could take on the world today she was so high on Anna. She dragged over her bags and pulled out piles of folded T-shirts and jeans and placed them in drawers.
“I don’t have much to be untidy with,” Jess continued, “which is part of the point. When I had stuff at home I left it all over the place and forgot about it. So I gave up having any.”
“Seriously,” Anna said with a strict schoolmarm voice and twinkle in her eye. “Keep it tidy here.”
“Oh,” Jess purred. “I like strict Anna, one of my favourites,” and she threw Anna her best sultry smile. Anna’s eyes lingered on her lips, then she licked her own. Jess definitely caught that.
“Stop it,” Anna said, smiling. “Concentrate. We have to get you unpacked, practise your interview and see Penny before you leave for the studio tonight.”
Anna’s pretence of command and voice of authority really did reach places in Jess.
“Correction,” Jess said. “I love strict Anna.” Her eyes dipped into Anna’s shirt, open to the top of her cleavage and the skin pale where the sun hadn’t reached yet. “Especially when she isn’t wearing a bra.”
Anna’s face flushed and her lips twitched. “We really don’t have time.”
“But,” Jess said. “I’m done. That’s me unpacked.”
“Already?”
“Yup. I’ve been living out of hotels for years. I have it down to a fine art. So,” Jess drew it out suggestively. “Perhaps we have time…?”
“No.” And before Jess could seduce her with a kiss Anna had leapt from the chair and was crossing to the kitchen corner.
“I’m going to get us a drink,” Anna said over her shoulder. “Then we’ll practise some likely interview questions for tonight on the show, to stop you fretting or seizing in front of the audience.”
Jess grumbled a note of acquiescence.
“Tea?”
“Yes, please.” Jess loved that Anna knew what she preferred to drink this time of day.
“Then get comfortable and ready for your questions.”
Jess sat on the floor and crossed her legs. She watched Anna make two cups of tea and wander towards her, frowning a little in concentration, a cup in each hand. Jess tilted her head, appreciating the sway of Anna’s hips as she curved past the kitchen island, around the end of the shelves demarking the sitting area and leant down to offer Jess a cup, her shirt opening as she leant and offering a peek of curving white breasts within.
“Mmm,” Jess said, without even pretending she meant the tea. She put the cup down and peered some more. “Do we really have to practise?”
Anna stroked her index finger under Jess's chin and tilted her face up. Jess blinked lazily at the soft sensation of Anna’s touch and her humid breath on her mouth. It was like being bathed in pheromones.
“I’m only thinking of you,” Anna said, her eyes dark and her lips full.
“I’m thinking of you too,” Jess moaned.
Anna arched an eyebrow. “Plenty of time for whatever consumes your thoughts, but after your interview tonight.”
That was far too long to wait.
“So,” Anna snapped, but with a smile. She sat back on the chair, shuffled between the cushions, crossed her legs and assumed a serious demeanour. “Jessica Lambert, star of the Atlassia blockbusters, Bond girl and in-demand fashion model,” Anna continued, “what’s been keeping you in London these past few months?”
“Seeing a wonderful woman,” Jess sighed.
“Be serious.” Anna threw one of the cushions.
The cushion sailed past. “Wonderful, but who’s rubbish at throwing.”
Anna threw the other and it made its mark, pummelling Jess in the face and wafting the curls of her fringe. “Who’s actually pretty accurate.”
“Be serious!” Anna said. “What’s keeping you in London?”
Jess knelt forward. “Honestly, how can I concentrate?”
“What is wrong with you?”
Jess shook her head slowly and deliberately from side to side. “Well it’s just this woman. I don’t know what it is about her.”
Anna sighed with exasperation. “So you’re working with Anna Mayhew?” she said in a desperate attempt to keep the interview on track.
“That’s the one,” Jess said, her voice drugged with glee and desire.
“Well, what’s she like?” Anna smiled with a knowing pinch in the corner of her mouth.
“Oh, well,” Jess murmured, coming closer, “I can talk about her for hours.”
Anna licked her lips. Jess doubted she was even aware she had.
“Go on,” Anna said.
Was that a tremble of anticipation in her voice? Jess needed little more encouragement.
“She has a face like a goddess,” Jess said and she reached out and touched Anna’s cheek that ever so slightly flushed rose. She trailed her finger down her neck, around her collar and down to the shallow beginnings of her cleavage.
“She wears these classic-cut clothes. Very proper,” Jess grinned. “So that when you peek beneath,” and here she hesitated and with a barely perceptible movement slipped open the top button of Anna’s shirt, “it’s an insanely sexy surprise to find these bare breasts.”
She slipped her hand inside, a smooth breast filling her palm. Anna gulped and began to writhe a little in her seat.
“It’s so very,” Jess breathed, “very, distracting.”
She leant in and placed a kiss on Anna’s breast, one that took a little of her inside Jess's mouth so that she could taste her skin and lick over Anna’s nipple, enticing a moan from her lover.
“And what I really want to do,” Jess murmured with husky nonchalance, as she kissed further down Anna’s belly slipping open her shirt as she went, “is cover every inch of her skin in kisses, so that her whole body tingles.”
Anna was writhing now.
“…Until she’s gasping with anticipation.” Jess unzipped Anna’s jeans. “Almost begging.”
Jess slipped down the trousers and underwear, Anna eagerly lifting her hips to rid herself of them.
“…When I ever so,” Jess teased Anna’s thighs apart with her fingers tips and slipped her arms beneath her buttocks, “…ever so gently…”
She breathed over where Anna trembled with desire. Jess couldn’t speak any more and had to pause to stop herself succumbing to dizzy arousal. Then she tipped down her chin and, with the very tip of her tongue, lapped at her clitoris.
“Oh!” Anna’s body seized.
Jess hugged Anna’s naked thighs not wanting her to move away with the convulsion. She pushed her tongue inside while Anna’s body moved to meet her. Jess closed her eyes and moaned, enjoying the taste of the woman she adored and the ecstasy that every stroke of her tongue elicited in her lover.
