Chapter 12 #2
Well, Lia wasn’t going to deny her. Not when she wanted the same thing. She pressed barely there kisses around Erin’s areola, smirking when Erin groaned in frustration.
“Don’t tease.” Those fingers tightened further. “Or I’ll—”
As Lia finally took her nipple between her teeth, Erin cut off with a gasp.
“—fuck.”
Lia hummed in agreement. Swirling her tongue made Erin’s hips twitch against her stomach, no doubt seeking friction. She nudged Erin’s legs apart, slotting her thigh between them as she grazed the nipple with her teeth. Erin’s hips rocked—hard—before she froze.
“What’s wrong?” Lia lifted her head.
Erin’s face was scrunched in pain. “Sorry. That hurt my leg.”
“Oh, shit.” Trying to move away, to give Erin space, Lia was kept in place by Erin’s firm grip on her hips. “Maybe we should stop.”
“Or maybe we should move to the bedroom.” Slipping out from beneath Lia, Erin walked toward the large double bed, shirt bunched around her ribs.
Too lost in the sway of Erin’s hips, Lia didn’t move.
Erin turned once she reached the bed. “Have you changed your mind?” She tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and shimmied out of them. Seconds later, her shirt was shrugged over her head, leaving her bare. “Or are you coming over here?”
If Lia had thought Erin looked good before, it was nothing compared to seeing her with her hands on her hips and her head tilted to one side, fully naked with a challenge in her eyes.
Lia would have dropped to her knees and crawled over if Erin had asked her to.
In her haste, Lia nearly tripped over her own feet as she hurried to where Erin stood. Her dress wasn’t as easy to remove as Erin’s pyjamas, but soon the zipper was jerked low enough for her to push the silken material over her hips.
“Underwear off, too.” Erin settled herself against the pillows, watching as Lia yanked off her bra and stepped out of her underwear. “Good.”
The heat in Erin’s eyes was scorching; as her gaze ran across Lia’s body from head to toe, Lia was surprised she didn’t catch fire. Erin lingered at the apex of her thighs, where the evidence of her arousal was painted on her skin.
“Now, come here.”
Every fibre of Lia’s being wanted to obey, but she hesitated before climbing onto the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“But I just did.” Lia worried at her bottom lip. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all—but not for the reasons she’d originally feared. “Promise you’ll stop me if I do?”
Impatience had started to cross Erin’s features, but it softened at Lia’s words. “I did before, didn’t I? I promise. Now, come here before I start without you.”
The sight of Erin touching herself was likely to make Lia’s brain short-circuit and stop functioning altogether, so she hastened to obey. Stretching out beside Erin, Lia leaned in to kiss her, and they both sighed at the feeling of being skin-on-skin.
It didn’t take long for Lia to return her attention to Erin’s breasts—how could she not?—gently rolling Erin onto her back. This time, as she licked and sucked, she slid a hand over the quivering muscles of Erin’s stomach until she reached damp curls.
“Remember your promise,” Lia said, lifting her head as Erin’s legs parted and Lia’s fingers met slick flesh.
Erin was so wet, with barely any friction meeting the pads of Lia’s fingers as they circled over Erin’s clit.
“I will.” Erin slid a hand along Lia’s spine, nails dragging over Lia’s skin. “But I’m not fragile.” Her other hand drifted to wrap around Lia’s wrist, halting her exploration, and squeezed. Their eyes met; Erin’s were dark, pupil swallowing the hazel. “So fuck me like you mean it.”
Well, Lia didn’t need more of an invitation than that. When Erin released her grip, Lia dragged her fingers lower before filling Erin with first one, then two fingers, pressing in to the third knuckle.
“Fuck, yes, like that.” Erin panted, her eyes fluttering closed.
As Lia started a quick rhythm, her gaze remained fixed to Erin’s face, searching for any signs of discomfort. She found only pleasure in the soft moans that left Erin’s parted lips, in the straining tendons of her neck, and in the desperate way she clutched at Lia’s back.
She was careful to keep her hips from rising too much, though. So Lia drove her fingers in deeper, palm skating over Erin’s clit until she cried out, pulsing around Lia’s fingers, her eyes scrunched tightly closed now.
Already, Lia didn’t know how she was going to face Erin in the morning—not now that she knew what Erin looked like when she came.
Magnificent.
Gently, Lia worked Erin through the aftershocks before slipping her fingers free. She fought the urge to slide them into her mouth, to see what Erin tasted like—she hoped she’d have the chance to find out before the night was through.
She watched Erin come down, her chest heaving and sweat sticking her hair to her forehead. When those eyes finally flickered open, Lia was unprepared for the look of hunger in them.
“Okay?” Lia asked, hating how uncertain her voice sounded.
“More than okay.” Erin’s voice was rough and low.
It made Lia’s stomach swoop. Though not as much as Erin’s next words did.
“Now, sit on my face.”
* * *
“What?” Lia’s voice was little more than a squeak.
Still riding the high of her first orgasm not by her own hand in well over a year, Erin fought off her impatience.
“You heard me.” She curled both hands around Lia’s hips.
She loved how strong they felt in her hands.
She hadn’t been with a fellow athlete since Becca, and the feeling of toned muscle beneath her fingertips was heavenly.
“There are few things in life that feel as good as scoring a winning goal—but a woman coming against my tongue is one.”
Lia’s whimper was gratifying.
“And you seem awfully concerned about jostling my leg—this way, there’s no risk of that.”
“Are you sure?”
Erin sighed. “Do you think I’d offer it if I wasn’t?”
That seemed to be all the persuasion Lia needed.
Keeping her hands on Lia’s hips to guide her movements, Erin bit her lip as Lia shuffled up the bed. She was beautiful, her pale skin flushed, her stomach muscles clenching as Erin’s breath met the apex of her thighs.
Erin could smell her arousal, see the evidence of it glistening on Lia’s thighs, and she didn’t hesitate to bring Lia against her mouth.
She’d meant what she said. She loved reducing someone to a writhing mess with her lips and her tongue, exploring every crease and fold, finding all the places that made them moan.
Circling Lia’s clit, Erin could already feel her trembling. She glanced up and found Lia’s gaze on her, her pupils blown and her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Both her hands were splayed against the headboard, fingers curled against the wood, a flush high on her cheek bones.
Erin drew tighter circles. Lia’s hips rocked against Erin’s mouth before stilling.
“Don’t hold yourself back.” Erin broke away to press a kiss to Lia’s thigh. “I can take it.”
In response, Lia tangled a hand in Erin’s hair, blunt nails scratching across her scalp.
“That’s it.” This time, Erin kissed her thigh harder, making the muscle jerk beneath her lips. “Show me where you want me.”
“Fuck.”
Erin thought she could get used to hearing Lia so breathless—then chastised herself. That wasn’t what this was about. This was scratching an itch, getting something out of their system. There wouldn’t be a repeat performance, and that was for the best.
Using her grip on Erin’s hair, Lia directed Erin’s tongue back to her clit. There was a good distraction from Erin’s thoughts. All she wanted to think about right now was how incredible Lia tasted as she sank her hips lower, grinding herself against Erin’s mouth in earnest.
Content to let Lia set the pace, Erin slid her hands around to Lia’s ass, encouraging the rocking of her hips. She dug in her fingers, not caring if she left half-moon crescents on Lia’s skin. All she wanted was to listen to the catch of Lia’s breaths and those soft moans.
Lia moved faster, riding Erin’s tongue, her movements desperate, and when she tumbled over the edge, her head bowed and her thighs shaking against Erin’s cheeks, she was a sight to behold.
Coaxing her through the aftershocks, Erin would have happily tipped Lia over the edge a second time if not for her lifting her hips away and collapsing onto the bed beside her with an arm thrown over her eyes.
Erin wiped her chin. When Lia lifted her arm, Erin expected to see regret, or perhaps shyness, staring back at her. Instead, Lia’s gaze burned into her, eyes dark and still so full of desire.
Which was good, because Erin wasn’t ready for the night to end yet. If they were only going to allow themselves a single evening of indulgence, Erin wasn’t going to waste a single second of it.