Page 113 of The Ampersand Effect

As if reading her thoughts, Tobin approached. Grier froze, still kneeling on the bed. Tobin dragged her thumb across Grier’s lips, and Grier instinctively darted her tongue out at the contact.Tobin followed it back into her mouth, slipping her thumb past Grier’s lips.

Grier greeted it, wrapping her heat around it, savoring the first taste.

Tobin pulled her thumb out, and just as Grier began to whine in protest, Tobin replaced it with her mouth.

The moment their lips met, Grier’s whine tuned into a moan as she tasted Tobin for the first time.

“What else would you like to taste?” Tobin murmured seductively.

And just like that, Grier’s carefully crafted composure fragmented.

“I want to taste you,” she repeated, panting between kisses. “I want to feel your pulse as it thrums in your clit.”

Tobin captured her tongue between her teeth just as she finished pleading.

“Please,” Grier gasped, begging.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Tobin whispered into her mouth, releasing her. She chased it with her own tongue, stroking the roof of Grier’s mouth as she moaned expectantly into it.

Grier reached for the tie still dangling from Tobin’s neck and used it to pull her down on top of her. She kissed Tobin softly at first—slow, deliberate—before rolling them swiftly, straddling Tobin’s stomach as she righted herself.

She rocked there, savoring the way her wetness spread across Tobin’s supple stomach, relishing the sound of her arousal. She slid lower along Tobin’s torso until her feet touched the floor.

In one fluid, powerful motion, she grasped Tobin’s hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, kneeling as she moved, aligning the apex of Tobin’s thighs with her chest.

She paused, closing her eyes and inhaling the heady scent of Tobin’s arousal—the moment she’d dreamed of. When sheopened her eyes, she found mesmerizing coils of green and gray irises staring back at her, not a trace of hesitancy within them.

“You’re sure?” she asked.

Tobin smirked, her voice a rasped command: “Make me come in your mouth, Cinderella.”

Grier leaned down to place a gentle, inquisitive kiss over the dark patch that had bloomed across Tobin’s underwear. She licked it, then blew a hot, shuddery breath over the moisture. Tobin’s thighs quivered, goosebumps erupting across her skin.

Grier kissed an inner thigh, then the other, using her thumb to tease Tobin’s heat through the satin fabric.

Tobin moaned above her, spurring her on. “Grier!” Her name, a command.

Grier chuckled softly at her impatience. As much as she wanted to continue teasing her, they’d both waited long enough. She ran her fingers along the waistband of Tobin’s underwear and tugged them down, exposing her dripping folds.

She ducked down, placing a gentle kiss at the top of Tobin’s slit, and darted her tongue inside. Tobin was hot and sweet—soft as velvet. They moaned together, and Grier felt her own wetness intensify.

She slid her tongue between Tobin’s folds, dragging slowly from the top of her clit to her entrance. Tobin bucked at the extended contact and instinctively squeezed her thighs together.

“Baby, you have to stay open for me.” Grier gently coaxed her legs apart again, shifting one over her shoulder so Tobin’s foot dangled along her back.

“Sorry,” Tobin gasped between short, ragged breaths. “It’s, um… it’s been a minute. I forgot how sensitive I get.”

Grier gently kissed her slit again, thoroughly pleased with the chills she elicited from Tobin as she strained against the urge to close her thighs.

“I know.” She loosed a hot breath at Tobin’s entrance. “But I’m going to make you forget about that for a while. I’m going to remind you about what it means to feel like a woman.”

She placed an authoritative palm on Tobin’s abdomen and pushed her into the mattress. Tobin complied, and Grier shifted her hand to Tobin’s hip bone, pinning her there while using her elbow to both open Tobin’s legs and brace against any further attempts to close herself off.

She placed light, open-mouthed kisses over Tobin’s center, licking her own lips as she pulled away, Tobin’s wetness coating them. The anticipation was nearly breaking her.

She wrapped one arm under, then around Tobin’s thigh, and used her fingers to part her folds, exposing her glistening center.

The sight of Tobin—pinned beneath her, dark, wet, and throbbing—made Grier tremble with arousal. She redirected that energy into a firmer hold on Tobin, channeling it into a powerful play of control. She had been waiting for this.