Page 91 of The Ampersand Effect
The world was incapable of holding a sound more beautiful than Tobin’s name on Grier’s beseeching lips. Tobin slipped two fingers inside her—gentle, sure. Grier sighed at the fullness as Tobin’s fingers sank all the way inside her, then mewled in protest as she slowly withdrew. Tobin fought the urge to bring her fingers to her mouth to taste, the yearning so strong she felt her center clench with want. But she wanted to give Grier exactly what she asked for, even if it meant delaying her own gratification. Tonight, she had all night to worship her.
She circled Grier’s entrance with the tips of her fingers, just barely dipping inside—just enough to feel Grier sink down and try to fuck herself.
“Tobin,” she rasped, fisting the folds of the duvet in both hands, knuckles whitening with the effort.
Tobin relented, sliding her fingers back inside and slowly pulling them halfway out. She felt Grier’s walls tense around her. She curled her fingers upward, deftly locating the pivotal patch of ridged flesh she was searching for—and stroked.
Grier bent one leg in response, planting her foot for leverage as she began to rock herself against Tobin’s hand.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes. Fuck, Tobin.”
Tobin could practically feel the vibrations of Grier’s praise through her walls. She kept pumping—steadier, deeper—driven by the sounds of Grier’s pleasure. Her thumb slid up throughGrier’s slick folds until she found the swollen tip of her clit, flicking it with practiced precision.
Grier writhed beneath her, their eyes still locked, heat and shadow swirling in the space between them. Her gaze hooded, fixed on Tobin as her orgasm built.
“Tobin?” she begged, words reduced to breathless pleas. Tobin’s mouth twitched into a sultry half-smile. She bore
Grier’s gaze a moment longer before dipping her head between her legs, nuzzling the top of Grier’s slit with her nose, then flattening her tongue and dragging it slowly, deliberately, from end to end. She gathered Grier’s liquid and moaned at the taste.
Grier bucked in response, crying out incomprehensible things as Tobin used her tongue to part her folds and circle the bundle of nerves hidden within.
Throwing her head back, Grier broke their eye contact, her hands finding her own breasts, kneading and pinching them, coaxing her orgasm closer. She rocked against Tobin’s mouth, desperate for release.
Tobin pointed her tongue, flicking Grier’s clit before wrapping her lips around it, sucking her into the heat of her mouth. She felt Grier’s walls contract tighter around the fingers still steadily pumping inside her.
“Y—Yes!” Grier encouraged.
Tobin could feel the tremors of Grier’s pleasure pulse against her lips—echoing into her own throbbing clit. She released the delicate tissue from her lips and whispered, “That’s it, Grier. Let me help you come undone.”
Then she flattened her tongue and dragged it between Grier’s folds until her clit rested at the center. She cupped her lips around the swollen bundle and pressed firmly, vibrating her tongue against Grier’s most sensitive territory. A low, carnal hum thrummed from Tobin’s throat, instinctive and ravenous.It didn’t matter—Grier’s response to the added stimulation only intensified her pleasure.
“Oh! Oh, my!” Grier stuttered above her. “D–d–d–don’t stop!” There wasn’t a dimension in any universe where Tobin could possibly stop. She would rather suffocate in this position than willingly pause her ministrations—thriving on Grier’s thrashing, her stutters, the way her body moved under her touch. She wanted to thrust and suck every faculty from Grier’s beautiful brain, her only remaining capacity being the ability to call out Tobin’s name. It was so fucking intoxicating.
Tobin felt Grier’s walls shiver around her fingers and heard her exhale one final, surrendering breath—whispering a faint, devastating, “Tobin,” like a desperate prayer. Then Grier succumbed fully, exploding around Tobin, waves of pleasure wracking her body as she jerked and clenched around Tobin’s tongue and fingers. Tobin continued to lick and pump, gradually easing her movements as Grier’s body settled into the comforter again.
After her body stilled, Tobin slowly withdrew her fingers, drew her tongue back into her mouth, and lightly kissed the folds over Grier’s clit. Then she crawled up the mattress, resting her head in one hand while using the other to stroke the hair from Grier’s sweat- streaked face.
Nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Grier in the aftermath of ecstasy. Her fantasies over the last several weeks had been detailed, explicit—and thoroughly wholesome compared to the vision before her. Reality laid waste to the fantasies of Grier: debauched and unrestrained—replete.
Minutes passed as Tobin watched in awe, seeing Grier’s body recover from her climax. Her own clit throbbed with need, but she resisted, restraining the urge to satisfy herself—unsure why, exactly, but somehow afraid of disappointing Grier. She’d never cared what past partners thought when she hadn’t wantedreciprocation. But, as was becoming the new norm, Grier was different. And she deeply wanted to learn all the ways she could be different with her.
Grier’s eyes fluttered open. Her pupils oscillated in ever- shrinking circles as her clarity returned, and an expansive smile stretched across her face when she found Tobin’s eyes. Tobin cocked a playful, inquisitive eyebrow as the mattress trembled with Grier’s silent laughter. Within seconds, she was erupting with sounds of joy—arms flung wide—forming silent words, her mouth opening and closing before she finally released a simple, breathy, “Wow!”
Tobin hummed in agreement.
“You… um. Just—wow!” Grier’s cheeks flushed with her inability to formulate words. Tobin found it adorable and leaned down for a kiss, effectively halting Grier’s ramblings and sparing her any further, entirely unnecessary embarrassment.
Tobin felt Grier’s hands tangle in her hair and trace along her cheeks as she deepened the kiss. Grier’s fingers danced along her throat and traced the lines of her collarbone, slinking lazily south along her sternum. It tickled—and somehow aroused her at the same time—making her stomach flutter, which Grier immediately sensed.
Grier broke their kiss, her fingers still dancing across Tobin’s sternum, now tracing the lines of ink around her left breast and collarbone—first with her fingers, then with her eyes. Tobin shuddered. Both wanting and fearing the unspoken question in Grier’s gaze: the unavoidable request to lay down her guard and allow
Grier to reciprocate.
She craved Grier’s attention, but her insecurities hovered in the periphery, lurking. The muscles of her stomach tightened, guarding against intangible fears. She didn’t realize Grier hadpaused her stroking until she felt a gentle squeeze on her forearm, calling her back to the present.
Grier’s hand found her face, gently caressing her cheek. “Tobin, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into Grier’s warm palm, finding comfort in her touch. It was never about not wanting. It was about the visceral terror she felt at the idea of allowing someone that much control over her. It was the incomprehensibility of letting go—of being vulnerable beneath someone’s touch—and trusting they wouldn’t hurt her. That they would stay. That she was done breaking.