Page 180 of The Ampersand Effect

Grier widened her knees as she released Tobin’s tongue, extracting another, needier hiss from her. Pushing up, she swung a leg over and straddled her, their centers meeting. Warm, wet pleasure slid through her core—Tobin was just as ready as she was.

Fuck. Morning sex was her favorite.

Her gaze locked on Tobin’s, the hooded, dark pull of want there threatening to consume her. Digging her toes into themattress, she rocked her hips slow over Tobin’s, biting back the pitched gasp that rose as the pleasure slithered through her.

Tobin’s thumbs brushed over her nipples, and goosebumps pebbled across every inch of her exposed skin—which was to say, all of her. Grier caught Tobin’s wrists, pressing her hands firmly to her breasts, squeezing herself through Tobin’s fingers. Tobin bucked beneath her, and Grier ground down in answer, their need meeting pump for pump. She set the rhythm, but Tobin matched her effortlessly, perfectly synchronizing their movements. This was the rhythm of their love, and their bodies needed no direction.

“Grier!” Tobin exclaimed—her name an exclamation in its own right. She was close.

“Me too, love,” Grier responded, her body edging closer with every thrust.

Tobin pulled her hands from Grier’s breasts and set them firmly on her hips, locking their centers together as their clits glided against each other, throbbing in tandem need. Grier bent forward, gripping the sheets to pull herself even deeper into Tobin’s heat. “Yes,” she breathed.

“Ye—” Tobin’s pleasure consumed her voice.

“Don’t stop, I’m cl—close!” Grier urged, coaxing them on.

Tobin thrust hard between her legs, and with it came a gargled explosion that might have been Grier’s name—lost in the haze of sensation coursing through her. Her own climax was only seconds behind. When it hit, the force of it arched her back, snapping her upright, her hair tumbling around her head and face so that she was completely blinded by her pleasure.

She felt Tobin’s warm hand leave her hips and thread through the mane of her hair. Tobin chuckled at what Grier could only imagine looked like a thoroughly debauched version of herself atop Tobin’s still-heaving torso.

“You have no right to be so proud of yourself for that—I started it!” Grier whined without conviction, then blew a raspberry through her hair, sending it flying in all directions and accomplishing literally nothing to tame it.

Tobin laughed beneath her. The shudder of her gaiety teased Grier’s still-sensitive clit, making her squeeze her legs tight around Tobin’s hips to subdue the borderline-painful sensation.

“I don’t know how rights work in terms of initiation, but I do believe it is my right to enjoy the show you’re offering,” Tobin said, sitting upright quickly, bringing them chest to chest and shifting Grier’s ass onto the bed. Their legs spidered together, their still- throbbing centers inches apart. “And I am very much enjoying your show, Cinderella.”

Grier felt Tobin’s cool hands dip beneath her loose hair, combing it off her face; the air hit her skin like a refreshing whisper alongside Tobin’s gentle fingers. “There you are…” Tobin whispered when she’d uncovered Grier’s eyes.

Grier beamed beneath her hair, ready to pounce on her girlfriend the moment she was released from her furry cage. She caught the twitch in Tobin’s lips, knowing her intentions were poorly concealed, and leaned into it. She closed the space between their mouths and greeted Tobin’s lips with her own. It was soft and familiar and imbued with a love she could taste.

“Speaking of shows,” she mumbled through conjoined lips, “we need to get dressed. We actually do have plans today.”

The kind of plans that’ll change your life, she mused.

Grier broke their kiss and scrambled off the bed. She tried to tug Tobin into the bathroom so they could shower together, but Tobin resisted, pulling Grier back onto the bed and into her arms as if cradling a baby. Grier looked up into the familiar swirls of green, gray, and brown, and her breath caught in her throat. Tobin dipped her head down and resumed kissing her gently. She found that she neither could nor wanted to resist.

“I wasn’t done kissing you,” Tobin stated matter-of-factly, finally releasing Grier’s lips.

“I hope you’re never done kissing me, Tobin,” Grier responded, cupping a gentle hand along Tobin’s jaw. “We can resume this in the shower.”

“You have the best ideas,” Tobin cooed, allowing Grier to pull her out of the sheets. Grier turned, walking backward as she led them into the bathroom, raking her eyes along the length of Tobin’s body. She didn’t hide what she was doing, and she didn’t hate the responsive pink that colored Tobin’s chest and neck as she did it. Even after everything they’ve shared, they could still make each other blush.

“You really know how to make a woman swoon,” Tobin said, stopping in her tracks and pulling Grier into her arms for yet another kiss. She was greedy, but Grier didn’t mind—she was just as hungry for Tobin. And today was about them. Sure, Grier may have been rushing them into the shower, but she sure as hell wanted to take her sweet time once they got there. She wanted to remember today forever, and if that included an uncountable number of orgasms between them—well, she’d be happy to remember that, too. In detail, if she had her way.

She placed her hand on Tobin’s sternum and gently separated their faces, both breathing erratically, but softly. For now… “Come on, let’s go get wet.”

“You have made it a habit to assume I’m not already wet, Cinderella,” Tobin positively purred, her lips curling into a sly, teasing grin that she knew made Grier weak in the knees.

“I’m just a girl, standing in front of another girl, offering her a shower-gasm, and she’s choosing to discuss semantics. Now come get clean so we can be dirty!” Grier said, turning and trotting into their walk-in shower. She had just adjusted the dials to her preferred scalding-hot temperature when cool hands found her bare ass, gently pushing her forward into thestone wall. She swooned at the giggle Tobin tried to stifle behind her, her stomach flipping at the familiar, playful sound of joy escaping her favorite pair of lips.

She squealed. She hoped their playful debauchery never changed. She loved how they alternated their roles, slipping easily into pursuer or pursued, inevitably winding up entwined together.

“How dirty are we talking?” Tobin growled from behind her, nipping at her shoulder where it met the base of her neck.

She giggled and gasped simultaneously as Tobin’s tongue flattened and pressed into her sensitized skin. She bent her head to further expose the area for Tobin’s continued ministrations and reached behind her to slip a hand between Tobin’s legs.

Fuck.