Free Out of The Blue by Charlotte Mills Page A

locking them on mine. They were as velvety as I had remembered from last night. I moved in closer again, kissing her more firmly. She quickly responded to my actions; a warm hand on the back of my neck pulled me in a little deeper. She tasted of red wine and spicy salami. Kissing along her jaw bone, I slowly moved to her ear, whispering, “Can I stay over?” I didn’t want to be presumptuous after declining last night.
    I felt her chest jiggle as she chuckled. Working my way back to her parted lips again, I kissed her again as I continued to circle her now-firm nipple with my fingers.
    “Yes,” was her rushed reply as she pressed her hips firmly against mine, pushing me against the worktop.
    Moving my hand up from her breast to her lower neck, I began to pull apart the poppers of her shirt, exposing her smooth skin. I pulled back after releasing the final popper to admire her fully.
    “You have a beautiful body,” I said, as my hand roamed over her tight stomach. 
    “There is a little more of it,” she replied with a grin.  
    Always with the humour! I used my finger to trace the inside of her waistband. “I was hoping there might be.”  
    “Follow me upstairs and I might let you see it.”  
    I flicked my eyebrows in reply and she took my hand, leading me through her house. Reaching the bedroom, she stopped near the foot of the bed before turning to face me. Her room was bright and airy despite the blue-grey walls and sumptuous, dark floorboards. All of the furniture was in keeping with the Georgian period. I could imagine Jamie scouting antique markets, looking for just the right pieces. A duvet and sheet were folded back on the bottom of the bed, exposing cornflower-blue sheets. I immediately went to work, pushing her open shirt off her shoulders, exposing the full beauty of her black lacy bra and its contents before starting on her jeans. 
    Jamie reciprocated, lifting up my arms to relieve me of my t-shirt and bra. Her warm hands roamed my upper body as I pushed her jeans over her hips, taking the black briefs that matched her bra with them. Maybe she was expecting something to happen between us, too. She stepped out of her jeans before undoing mine.   
    Standing in just my underwear, a wave of nerves fell over me. I was usually the confident one, the one to throw someone on the bed and jump on top of them in a moment of passion. I wanted more than that for me and Jamie, something lasting, and it scared the hell out of me.     
    “I like your undercrackers. Very sexy.” 
    She must have sensed my anxiety. “My what?” I replied, laughing as she twanged my waistband. I felt a wave of elation at my lengthy pondering over my choice of boy-short underwear this morning. I stroked the inside of her thigh, feeling the wetness on my fingers. My hand followed the trail, parting her wet lips to circle her clit. She gasped a little before responding, cupping me fully, pressing firmly just in the right place to make me groan loudly. My groan must have spurred her on as she pushed me the short distance towards the wall. I felt the cool metal of the old-fashioned column, cast-iron radiator against the backs of my legs, giving me a cold ledge to rest on. Pulling her against me, my thigh slipped between hers and I continued to circle her clit with my fingers as she craved more pressure, riding my thigh. Her hand slipped under the waistband of my ‘undercrackers’, warm fingers quickly finding my wetness. Resting her forehead near my temple, her groaning increased the closer she got, letting out a loud groan, stretching her neck towards the ceiling as she came. Her body shuddered against mine as she continued to thrust against me, using slower, more-considered motions. Releasing her, I felt the throb of her hot centre as I withdrew my fingers. My hand moved to her lower back, preventing any slippage, and my other hand went to the back of her neck as she recaptured her breath, my hand rising and falling with