Page 218 of Cross Check

“This seems pretty respectful,” Amelia says, and I chuckle into the curve of her thigh. “Are you all talk, Everett?”

“Ah, baby. We haven’t started yet. I thought you deserved another orgasm for helping me discover a new kink.” I press two fingers inside her, humming when she lifts her hips. I put my arm on her stomach, keeping her in place. “I’ll disrespect you after I’ve had my fill of your pussy. Which will be perfect, because then you’re going to be full of my cum.”

She gasps when I add a third finger and curl all three inside her. She opens her legs wider, moving her hand to my shoulder. Grip tight on my bicep, she drops her head back when I lick her clit.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of having Amelia when she’s vulnerable and trusting. How she allows me to have my way with her, and for as much as I could fuck her with my fingers for hours, for as much as I want to tease her and draw out her second orgasm and make her wait, I want to try something new. I want to feel her, really feel her, and my patience is wavering to the cusp of desperation.

“That feels so good,” she says, her voice a rasp as she turns her head to the side and closes her eyes. “You know exactly what I like, Grant. You take care of me so well.”

I like taking care of her. I like being the one to make her come. I like that there are hundreds—thousands—of guys who wish they could have her, but they never will. She’s with me, and I’m going to give her everything she wants.

I scoot on the sheets. Amelia drapes her thigh over my shoulder, her heel pressing into my back as she urges me forward. I don’t let up, keeping my fingers buried inside her and my tongue on her clit. I circle her in the way she likes, smiling against her when she yanks on my hair.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” I ask, biting her thigh.

“I’m close,” she answers, the two words splitting down the middle. “And I really want to come again.”

I want her to come too, so I kiss her stomach then put my mouth back on her, not caring if I can’t come up for air. Lia’s groans turn louder. She tries to lift her hips again, huffing out an irritated breath when I continue to hold her down. I move against the mattress, my cock needing attention as I bring her to the edge of another orgasm.

“Do me a favor, baby.” I look up at her and smile at her chest that’s as red as her cheeks. Her hair is tangled, her fingers are teasing her nipples, and I wish I was an artist so I could draw how beautiful she looks right now. “Make sure you say my name when you come, okay?”

I don’t give her a chance to respond with anything but a moan, and after another few seconds, she tightens around my fingers. With one more press of my thumb to her clit, she falls apart in an echo of moans. Lia whispers my name as her limbs go slack and her leg slides off my shoulder. I finally move my arm off her stomach, and she chases the sensation by meeting my fingers with a roll of her hips. She doesn’t stop, not until I kiss her knee and pull my fingers out of her to the noise of a sigh.

“So wet,” I say, popping a finger in my mouth. Lia’s eyes flutter open, and she watches me lick my hand clean. After I do, I stroke myself again, the mix of her cum and my saliva enough to coat my whole length. “Let’s talk about what I mentioned earlier.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific. I don’t have a lot of coherent thoughts left in my brain,” she answers.

“Not using a condom. Finishing inside you. Are you onboard with that?”

“I’ve never done that with anyone before, and I…” Lia brings her thighs together, closing her legs while she rests a hand on her stomach. “I’ve always wanted to try with someone I trust. I trust you, Grant. I know you’re going to make me feel good. You already have.”

“I am going to make you feel good. And I’m not going to be nice about it.” I reach out and touch her chin. The corner of her mouth pulls up in a smile. I take it as a dare, and I smirk. “Get on your knees, Lia, with your ass in the air. You know I like fucking you from behind.”

She listens, turning her back to me. She makes a show of lifting her arms over her head. Of putting her palms on the sheets and leaning on her forearms so her ass is in the air.

I move until I’m behind her. I don’t touch her, making her wait as I look at the curve of her backside and run my damp fingers down her spine. I spread her cheeks open and press my thumb between them, my curiosity at an all-time high.

“Has anyone had you here?” I ask. When she doesn’t answer, I reach for her hair. I wrap it around my wrist and tug, smiling when she groans. “I asked you a question, baby.”

“N-no,” she stammers. “They haven’t.”

“Have you ever wanted to try?”

“Yes.” It’s barely above a whisper. A secret she’s afraid to tell the world. “But we’d have to work up to it.”

“Something to dream about then.” I let go of her hair and rest my palms on her ass. “How do you feel about spanking?”

“Favorably, and I⁠—”

I don’t give her the chance to say anything else. I rear my hand back then hit her on her ass cheek, my palm connecting with her smooth skin. Amelia gasps again, and my palm hovers in midair while I wait for her to tell me if that was okay.

“Grant,” she whines. “Again.”

Fuck.

My blood pounds in my ears. I gape down where her skin is already turning splotchy and pink, a mark forming right on the swell of ass. It’s goddamn beautiful to watch, and I almost growl when I bring down my left palm and repeat the motion on the other side.

The sound of the smack fills the space between us. I repeat the pattern, and a quiet yes tumbles out of Amelia when I do. She leans forward, her face against the mattress to keep her ass at the perfect height. Her hand sneaks between her legs, and I see her circle her clit as I give her one final smack.