Lia’s hands settled in her hair as Erin trailed kisses down the side of her neck. “How does it feel knowing that next weekend you’ll have another winner’s medal to add to your collection?”
“Good.” Erin nipped at Lia’s shoulder, drawing out a hiss. “It’ll be even better when we add the FA Cup, too.”
“Getting ahead of ourselves, are we?”
“I don’t think so.” Bending her head lower, Erin traced her tongue around the lacy cup of Lia’s bra. “Not if you play like you did today.”
“You’re being awfully complimentary tonight.” Lia’s back arched into her mouth as she swirled her tongue around a straining nipple until the lace was damp.
“I think you deserve it.”
“So do you.” With each passing second, Lia’s breath grew more ragged, her chest heaving beneath her lips. “Today was your best game since you came back. Imagine what we’ll be like next season. Together.”
The possibilities made Erin hotter. She sucked a mark into the side of Lia’s breast—the first time she’d dared since they’d started sleeping together. Judging from the rock of Lia’s hips against her stomach, the heat of her sex beneath her underwear, and the desperate way she fisted her hands in Erin’s hair, she wasn’t against it.
Kissing her way along Lia’s stomach, Erin spent some time teasing the sensitive skin of her hip bones before peeling her underwear off. She could smell the scent of Lia’s arousal, her mouth watering as she settled between her thighs.
She’d never tire of this—the cant of Lia’s hips, the heady taste of her on Erin’s tongue, the way she got so wet that she soaked Erin’s chin. Lia was so responsive to every curl and flick of her tongue, thighs shaking on either side of Erin’s cheeks.
Erin hadn’t planned to let her come yet. She’d wanted to draw it out, tease her until she was begging, and only then tip her over the edge. But she’d waited too long to get her mouth on Lia again, was too hungry, too needy to taste Lia’s release on her lips.
So, she slipped two fingers beneath her chin and curled them deep in time with the swirl of her tongue over Lia’s clit until she cried out, her heel pressing hard into Erin’s back and her nails sharp on Erin’s scalp.
Once Lia’s thighs had stopped shaking, Erin pulled away, taking a moment to admire the sight of her—bra pushed down to bare her breasts, her chest as flushed as her cheeks, her eyes dark and lidded.
Beautiful.
And it was all for her.
Lia made a noise of protest as Erin shifted off the bed. When Erin opened the drawer by the side of the bed, it turned into a groan. With Lia’s eyes on her, so intense it was like a physical touch, Erin tugged on the harness.
She hadn’t used it in a long time, and so her trembling fingers fumbled with the buckles; she hoped Lia didn’t notice. Finally, the harness sat snug on her hips, and all that was left for her to do was to secure the base of the dildo through the ring and climb back onto the bed.
Hungry eyes watched her every move as Erin rubbed lube along its length.
“Where do you want me?” Lia’s voice was low.
A dozen possibilities flashed through Erin’s mind: Lia beneath her, a leg hooked over Erin’s shoulder. Legs spread at the edge of the bed, Erin standing between her thighs. On all fours, Erin curled over her back.
But what she wanted most of all—
“On top.” Erin lay back, nestling her head against the pillows. “I want to watch you take me.”
“Fuck.”
Breathless, Erin watched Lia settle in place, straddling Erin’s hips but hovering a few inches above her. Wrapping her hand around the base of the toy, Erin allowed herself a moment to tease, rubbing the head against Lia’s clit until her hips stuttered in time with her laboured breathing.
“Please.” Lia’s whimper shot straight between Erin’s legs.
And she couldn’t deny her another second.
Positioning the toy at Lia’s core, she stared, transfixed, as Lia’s hips sank to take the full length inside her. Lia’s eyes screwed shut, her back bowing so she could rest her hands on Erin’s shoulders.
Erin settled her own hands on Lia’s hips, feeling them rock as she started to move, her weight braced against Erin.
What Erin would give to feel it, to feel Lia’s walls squeezing her tight as she moved faster, growing more desperate with each passing second. Every cant of Lia’s hips rubbed the base against Erin’s clit, made her throb, made the muscles in her stomach tighten until she was burning from the inside out.
“I n-need more.” Lia’s breath was ragged, coming in quick pants. “Touch me. Please.”
