Page 93 of The Ampersand Effect
Tobin’s confusion was growing, but her curiosity outweighed her anxiety—and she was still so wet. She needed release soon.
She positioned her back onto Grier’s torso, uncomfortable with the difference in their sizes, fearful she would put too much pressure on her. Grier sensed it—because of course she did—and corrected her. “Put your weight on me, Tobin. Let me feel you. Let yourself relax. I have you, okay?”
Tobin nodded, filled her lungs with air, and exhaled as she relaxed her body into Grier’s— feeling her breasts press into the backs of her shoulders, the warmth and dampness of her center tickling the small of her back and sending a pulsing wave of pleasure through her own. She felt Grier brush a few loose strands of hair from her shoulder, exposing her neck, where she began nuzzling and sucking lightly.
Grier continued kissing Tobin’s neck and throat, running her fingers through her hair, tugging at her scalp—seducing her into a state of relaxation and heady arousal. Tobin felt Grier start to stroke her arms, from wrist to shoulder, and between kisses, she whispered, “I want you to show me how you like to be touched.”
Tobin seized a little at the order, but Grier coaxed her through it, turning Tobin’s head to bring their lips together. She continued stroking her arms as they kissed, until Tobin felt Grierextend her reach to entwine their fingers. Grier squeezed once, then guided all four of their hands to Tobin’s collarbones.
“Show me,” she whispered, wiggling her fingers beneath Tobin’s in encouragement.
Tobin began to caress the skin above her breasts with her fingertips, eliciting chills as her nipples hardened at the familiar touch—anticipation evident in her body’s obvious tells. She moved Grier’s hands beneath hers, tracing circles around her breasts, circling closer and closer to her nipples but never touching. As she stroked beneath her breasts, she brought all four hands under, cupping her fullness through Grier’s palms—and felt Grier’s breath hitch. She squeezed their hands, hard enough to hurt, then used Grier’s fingers to pinch her nipples just as firmly, simultaneously pressing the small of her back into Grier’s center.
Tobin had never struggled to arouse herself. She’d learned quickly where she liked to be touched when she began exploring her body in her early teens—where she liked to touch herself, where she liked others to touch her, and where the two overlapped.
But she had never known what it felt like to be touched by someone through her own hands. It was the arousal she was used to—but electrified. Like ten thousand volts of current surging through her as she felt herself through someone else’s touch. Familiar and yet wholly foreign—exciting, new. And it felt so fucking good.
She felt Grier’s wet heat against her skin and moaned, realizing how well this idea was working for both of them. Grier pressed her hips forward, then pulled back—clearly warring with her own desire. “Don’t stop,” Tobin urged, trying to focus on what she was guiding their hands to do.
Grier kissed her neck, hummed softly, then raked her teeth along the skin above her collarbone. “It’s not about me right now.”
Tobin couldn’t argue—her own arousal was fogging her mind. She slid their joined hands down along her ribs, alternating featherlight strokes with firmer rakes of their nails. Lower. Across her thighs. The gentle drag of skin on skin drawing her inward, until she hovered above her center—heat pulsing, uncertain if she was ready.
Grier nuzzled into her neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her throat. “You’re in control, Tobin. I’ll stop if you want me to.”
“No.” The word hitched out of Tobin’s chest without thought.
Grier’s kisses stopped instantly, her body tensing beneath her. Tobin felt her start to pull away, their fingers beginning to slip apart—but she caught Grier’s hand, squeezing hard as she whispered, “Never stop touching me.”
Grier exhaled shakily, her body softening. A second later, Tobin felt the gentle nudge of her chin, the silent coaxing of Grier’s mouth until their lips met again. Emboldened by her own admission—and Grier’s distracting mouth—Tobin guided their hands lower, through the slick heat between her thighs. She ran their fingers through her folds, gathering her arousal, resisting the instinct to arch. They moaned together, and Tobin felt her walls flutter, releasing more moisture.
Grier felt… so good. She felt right. Tobin couldn’t stop now— she was so close—but the tangle of hands made it impossible to find what she needed. She caught Grier’s wrists and drew them upward to her breasts.
“Touch me here.” Grier didn’t hesitate.
Tobin brought her own hand back between her legs, deftly circling her clit with practiced ease, breath breaking into sharp, uneven gasps. “Watch me,” she whispered.
“I’m here, Tobin.” Grier breathed against her neck, reinforcing her arousal.
Tobin slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping her hand, hips pressing instinctively into Grier’s body beneath her. Grier’s low hum vibrated through her, encouraging, pushing her closer to the edge.
She was so close. Her clit throbbed, and she knew her body was ready. A few versed flicks would send her spiraling—but she’d never been deft at pumping inside herself while giving her clit the attention it deserved. That was why she had so many toys.
She wanted more.
She felt Grier squeeze her nipples, whining in anticipation, sensing how close Tobin was. She acted without thought, knowing instinctively that she was both readyandwanting. She wanted Grier to make her come. She wanted Grier to make her lose herself. More than anything, she wanted to lose herself in Grier.
She reached up to find Grier’s hand on her breast and guided it down—first to show her how wet she was, then to her throbbing, waiting clit. She circled the bundle of nerves just the way she liked, teaching Grier exactly what she wanted. Then she brought her own hand to Grier’s neck, drawing her in for a kiss as she pumped her fingers in and out, thrusting harder and faster. Her hips matched the rhythm, encouraging Grier’s pace to follow suit.
“Lose yourself, Tobin,” Grier whispered between kisses. “I’ll find you.”
At Grier’s words—her hushed name on her lips, her imploring command—Tobin forfeited her restraint. Her anxious mind fell silent, reveling in the pleasure wracking her body, tucked safely in the arms of the woman around her. She letherself go, only to discover that she was anchored exactly where she was. To Grier.
Twenty
“Keep your voices down!” Grier hissed at Alix and Maren, who’d been bombarding her with questions all week since they found out she’d spent the night—well, most of the weekend—with Tobin. She’d returned home late Sunday afternoon and spent most of the evening and Monday with Grant and Delta, everyone off due to the Memorial Day break.
They were at The [Fe] Bra now, a full week since the mushroom hike and water fall date. Since the most intimate sexual encounter Grier had ever experienced. Since the biggest mindfuck she’d ever orchestrated—asking Tobin to pleasure herself while Grier puppeteered her hands.