Page 114 of The Ampersand Effect

Tilting her head just enough, she looked up the length of Tobin’s tight body until she found her eyes. She held her gaze, offering Tobin one last chance to stop her.

Grier wanted to watch Tobin. She wanted to see Tobin unravel as she devoured her—to see the moment she surrendered, body wracked with pleasure, until she finally, gloriously released.

Tobin’s green eyes darkened and her lids hooded. Grier closed the distance between them, laying her flat, hot tongue along Tobin’s entrance and stroking upward in long, languid sweeps—each pass firmer than the last.

Tobin watched from above, subconsciously trying to close her thighs in a battle between instinct and surrender. Grier laved her pulsing center, sucking and nibbling, darting her tongue deep inside and relishing the way Tobin gripped at her. Knowing that Tobin was watching herself be fucked—watching Grier inchher closer to pleasures she hadn’t tasted in years—sent waves of heat through Grier’s body.

She felt compelled to deliver an oral performance like none before. She wanted to fuck Tobin into euphoria—and she wanted Tobin to watch her while she did it.

Her tongue tipped slow, deliberate circles around Tobin’s clit, and when Tobin jerked and bucked at a particular spot just above her hood, Grier stayed there. Tobin’s entire body pulsed beneath her touch, and every sound and movement she drew from her was like kindling to Grier’s fire. She was close to climaxing herself, her own body fluttering as she brought Tobin to the edge of her orgasm.

Their eyes remained locked on each other.

She pressed her tongue harder over the spot Tobin liked, lips twitching into a brief grin as she felt Tobin clutch the sheets for support.

“Ye—” Tobin gasped. “Yes—Grier—right… there!”

Her voice escalated and pitched, the sensations rising from her core to her throat.

Tobin stopped breathing above her, teetering on the edge of climax. Grier continued to tongue her, angling her head to bring her lips into better position. She pulled Tobin’s hardened clit into the space between her top lip and teeth—and sucked.

Tobin threw her head back, finally breaking their locked gaze, and erupted.

A garbled chorus of choked cries and thrashing breaths poured from her as she toppled over the edge, detonating beneath the pleasure of Grier’s artful ministrations. Grier released her nerves from between her lips and gentled her strokes, riding with Tobin through the peaks of her ecstasy.

She expected Tobin to remain incoherent for long minutes after her release—so when Tobin suddenly wound her legs around Grier’s back and hauled her up, Grier yipped in surprise.

“Wha—“ she started, but the sound dissolved as the air left her lungs. Tobin nestled her face beneath Grier’s throbbing center—and proceeded to devour her.

While Tobin ravenously reciprocated the artful strokes of Grier’s earlier devotion, Grier rocked herself against Tobin’s mouth, the sensation intensifying her already charged pleasure. Tobin’s climax alone had nearly undone her—she wouldn’t take long.

Grier gritted her teeth as her core spasmed, spreading her knees wider to lower herself, offering everything.

Tobin understood immediately. Within seconds, Grier welcomed the fullness of Tobin’s fingers sliding inside her.

“More,” she commanded breathily. She felt a third finger join the others. “Hard, Tobin!” she gasped.

Tobin thrust into her, sliding her thumb along Grier’s soaked slit to meet her tongue as it tended to her clit.

“I—,” Grier’s breath caught, words fracturing when Tobin skillfully curled her fingers inside of her.

That was it.

Grier threw herself off the edge, diving headlong into her orgasm as it seized her body.

She came to—seconds, minutes, maybe eternities later—to the tender rhythm of Tobin’s warm fingers tracing the length of her ribs. “There you are,” Tobin purred, welcoming her back to a reality Grier had never dreamed would be hers.

Grier blinked into the bright room, squinting as sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows off the master deck. Golden beams danced along Tobin’s naked body, small beads of sweat still clinging to her skin.

“You should be the one mind-fucked right now,” she chucked lightly. “How are you even functioning after that? Howdidyou function after that?”

Tobin laughed airily and bent forward to kiss her. She lay on her right side along Grier’s supine body, toying with the etched paper airplane as her kisses worked to revive her. Grier felt Tobin hum a note of satisfaction through their joined lips before she murmured, “I don’t have words for you, just—” She broke off, deepening the kiss.

Grier felt the emotion behind it—the passion. She felt more than that.

She only hoped it wasn’t her body playing tricks on her. She wasn’t one to confuse lust with love. But Tobin—this—whateverthiswas with Tobin, it was more than lust. Far more. Her body knew it, and this fluttering in the pit of her stomach told her that her mind wasn’t far from catching up.

If only she could just…