Page 170 of Cross Check

I scoot closer, keeping my gaze locked on hers as I lower my mouth to where I’m circling her with my thumb. She moans when I lick her, trying to squirm while looking for more friction. I drape my forearm over her stomach, keeping her firmly in place, and her gasp tells me I’m doing the right thing.

Possibly likes to be restrained, I tell myself, making a mental note to jot down later. Must have convo about future methods.

I lick her again, letting my tongue match the circle pattern my thumb just made. When she’s panting, I pull my mouth away. My eyes never stray from her face, and when I push a single finger inside her, I decide this is what I want every night to look like.

Head thrown back, hair everywhere. Flushed skin, heavy breaths. A hand tangled in my hair, yanking the strands taut.

I bury my face in the soft skin of her hip and thigh, my own moan chasing its way up my throat. I grab her left leg and put her foot on my shoulder; the new angle lets me get deeper, all the way to my knuckle.

“Oh, fuck. Grant. I can take two. I need to take two. I want to feel you inside me.”

“You can’t feel me?” I prop up on an elbow, determined. I think of every conversation I’ve overheard in a locker room about how to get a woman off and what they like. I spread her open while I turn my wrist so my palm is up, burying two fingers in her pussy. “How about now? Can you feel me inside you, Lia?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I can. And I’ve waited for this for so long.”

I don’t want to make her wait anymore. Not when her eyelashes flutter open and she blinks down at me. She watches while I fuck her with my fingers, and I might actually die if I ever get the chance to fuck her for real.

The slick glide of my fingers fills the room. She’s even wetter now, and I turn my head so I can kiss the inside of her knee before putting my tongue back on her clit, tasting her again.

I’m pretty sure it’s messy. I’m pretty sure I have no fucking rhythm, but I must be doing something right, because Amelia keeps moaning. She keeps her hands on me, soft whispers of oh and fuck mixed in when I add a third finger.

There’s a hiss of pain and I stop, slowing my movements so she can get used to the stretch. I rub her stomach. I kiss her calf, her ankle, careful until she gives me a nod.

“Harder,” she tells me. “Can you—I liked when your thumb was on me.”

“Like this?” I press my thumb against her clit, smiling when she groans. “Yeah. Just like that. Being a fast learner pays off.”

Her body reacts, pussy tightening around me while she squirms on the sheets. I help her chase it, following her cues and watching with awe as she whimpers my name.

I’m going to replay it at night, the soundtrack to every future dirty fantasy I’m going to have about her and her alone. When I use my tongue and fingers at the same time, she falls apart in a mess of moans, flailing legs, and a hand clamped on the back of my neck. Her body shakes, the aftershocks from the orgasm hitting her as I slow my fingers.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, glad that she lifts her hips when I pull out of her like she’s asking for more. Like she wants to do this with me again. “I’ve never—it’s always been…” I trail off, bashful.

“What?” Amelia lifts her head off the pillows so she can look at me. “Talk to me, Grant.”

“I was younger the last time I did that. The few people I was with were girls who were trying to figure out what they liked and what worked for them. But you…” I bring my fingers to my tongue, sucking them clean one by one while our gazes stay locked on each other. “You’re a fucking woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. It’s sexy as hell.”

“Age pays off, I guess.” Her smile is sleepy. She doesn’t argue when I move so I can kiss her. Her tongue brushes along my lips, asking me to open my mouth, and I do. “Mm. I taste good, don’t I?”

“No.” My laugh is hoarse. I grip my cock over my shorts, wondering how much longer I can last. “You taste like heaven, baby.”

“I like when you call me that.” Amelia reaches for me. I bring her to my chest, her entire body warm against mine. “I never thought I had a thing for terms of endearment, but from you, I’m a fan.”

“Yeah?” I kiss her forehead, hoping my heart rate slows down. This much excitement can’t be good for my health. “Guess I’ll have to keep using it then.”

“About that.” She shifts in my hold so we’re facing each other. “We have to talk about what happens next.”

Let’s buy a house.

Marry me.

I’ll take your last name.

“Are you talking about tonight? Or in general?”

“I’m talking about us. The future. I realize having the what are we conversation seconds after you got me off is probably borderline unhinged, but given the nature of our jobs and the fact that I’m thirty-four and not in the mood to play any games, we need to be on the same page.”

“Okay.” I sit up. She mirrors my position, her beautiful naked body on display, and I hope she doesn’t think I’m an asshole because I’m still wearing shorts. “Might as well be honest, right? I’m not just attracted to you physically. I mean, yeah. I’d sleep with you every night if that’s what you wanted, but I like you. I like you so fucking much, and if we’re going to spend time together, I don’t want it to just be in the bedroom.”