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.
