Page 48 of Campaign Season
"Jesus," Jameson gasped, surrendering to the sensation.
The heat of Jameson's desire pressed against Candace's stomach, sending a wave of desperation through Candace’s core. Her heartbeat pulsed with need—to touch, to taste, to become one with Jameson completely.
Sensing Candace’s yearning, Jameson captured her mouth in a kiss that spoke of desire and reverence. She gently shifted theirbodies until Candace hovered above her like a goddess awaiting worship.
Candace smiled and arched a fair brow at her wife, tracing a fingertip down the center of Jameson's chest, watching goosebumps follow in its wake. "What do you want?" she asked.
Jameson caught Candace's wandering finger, bringing it to her lips. "I want to make love to you," she whispered, "while you make love to me."
Candace's eyes lit with amused passion. It had taken time for Jameson to shed her inhibitions in the bedroom. Knowing she held more than Jameson’s love and affection, but also commanded her trust, was intoxicating. She leaned down until their lips nearly touched, letting her hair fall around them like a curtain. "Do you have any idea how you make me feel?” she breathed against Jameson's lips.
“Tell me.”
“I think I’d rather show you,” Candace whispered.
Jameson slid down on the bed and gripped Candace's hips, guiding her gently. Candace followed, understanding without words what Jameson desired. She turned and lowered herself, hovering just above Jameson's waiting mouth, both trembling with anticipation. The first touch of Jameson's tongue was like velvet—warm, impossibly soft, and achingly intimate. Candace arched, a gasp escaping her lips, but Jameson's hands held her in place, drawing her closer into their shared sanctuary. The vibrations of Jameson's pleasure hummed against Candace's most sensitive flesh, igniting a constellation of sensations that bloomed outward through her body. With a shuddering breath, Candace bent forward, her lips finding Jameson's need, tasting her desire. "You are everything to me,” Candace whispered against her.
"I need you," Jameson breathed. Their bodies found a familiar rhythm, each touch an offering and a promise. WhenJameson slipped inside, Candace's world narrowed to that single point of connection. She welcomed Jameson deeper with a soft cry. They moved together in perfect harmony, giving and receiving in equal measure, their bodies forming a circle of endless pleasure.
Candace surrendered to the rhythm, her focus dissolving as Jameson's touch sent delicious waves through her body. Each caress spoke of devotion. Her muscles tensed with sweet anticipation, her pulse a wild drumbeat against her skin. Jameson's body responded to hers like a perfect countermelody—muscles tightening and thighs trembling. Candace pressed closer, her breasts meeting Jameson’s flesh, nipples grazing in an electric harmony. Candace's body arched like a bow, strung so tightly it begged to be unwound. Release gripped her without warning, sending her spiraling through waves of ecstasy. She fought to concentrate on Jameson's pleasure, her fingers finding their mark as Jameson's hips rose to meet her. The sight of Jameson's body as it pulsed with pleasure triggered another crest of desire within her, softer this time, yet even more fulfilling.
“Jameson,” Candace cried out.
Jameson guided Candace back into her arms, tracing the curve of her cheek with trembling fingertips and brushing a strand of blonde hair from her eyes. “I would give you the world if I could,” she whispered.
“You already have, Jameson. You already have,” Candace promised.
Jameson inhaled the familiar scent of her skin. A soft laugh escaped as Candace’s breathing slowed. “I love you, Candace,” she murmured against her temple. “More than you will ever know.”
“I know,” Candace replied softly. “Thank you for knowing how much I need you.”
“You underestimate how much I need you.”
“No.” Candace propped herself up to look into Jameson’s eyes. “Life gets away from us both—me most of all. I promise to make more time for us. Just us.”
Jameson smiled, pressing her lips to Candace’s forehead. “You always make time for us.”
“I wish?—”
“Stop.” Jameson silenced her with a kiss. “Just let me hold you now.”
Candace settled into her embrace with a sigh. “What do you want to do when this is all over?”
“You mean, when you finish your second term?”
Candace nodded.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll finally clean out the old barn.”
Candace laughed. “You want to clean out the barn?”
“Yeah. I think we should convert it into a guest house.”
“You’re serious.”
“Completely. I was out there today. This family isn’t getting smaller. I’ve been thinking about it for years, but watching Coop and Spencer together today, I realized it might become more a necessity than just an idea.”
“Why is that?”
