Page 191 of Cross Check

“Yeah,” I manage to get out, watching as she slowly lowers her hips. “I am.”

Amelia closes the distance between us, and I grip her waist. The head of my cock pushes past her pussy lips, the first few inches disappearing inside her. She whines, and I answer her with a low groan.

I feel everything. How wet she is. The way she tightens around me when I get an inch deeper and how she claws at my shoulders.

“Lia,” I stammer, struggling to breathe. “Hang on. Hang on, baby. I need a second.”

“You are so big.” She rocks forward. “And thick.”

I choke out a laugh and hold her waist with both hands, drawing a circle on her skin with my thumbs. “Thank you very much for the compliment.”

“I need to move, Grant.”

It’s a plea. An act of desperation I feel myself. It takes a few minutes of adjusting, of her rolling her hips, but soon, I’m completely inside her.

I groan when she grinds against me. She lifts her arms above her head, looking like a goddess capable of possessing my entire fucking soul.

How have men ever walked away from her?

How have they not crawled over broken glass to breathe the same air as her?

“You are perfect,” I whisper. I lift my hips, meeting her with a thrust. “So fucking perfect. I want you to show me what you like. Ride me, Lia.”

That awakens something inside her. Heat sparks behind her gaze. She drags her pussy up my length until she reaches the head of my cock then drops her weight back down, taking every inch of me with the murmur of a gasp.

Amelia rolls her hips and touches her breasts, pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. My brain finally wakes up and I scramble, a hand dropping to her thigh so I can press on her clit with my thumb. She cries out, hips bucking in response.

“You’re paying attention,” she whimpers.

“You told me you like it when I touch you here. And what my girl wants, my girl gets.” I press harder, circling the sensitive spot. “I have the logistics figured out, baby. Can we try a different position?”

“Anything. Everything.”

“Get on all fours. I want to fuck you from behind.”

I’m empty without her when she climbs off me. She turns away, palms smoothing over the sheets and her ass in the air. I gulp down a lungful of oxygen, my heart ping-ponging in my chest as I stare at the curve of her backside.

“How do you like it?” I fold myself over her, kissing her ear. “Gentle? Rough?”

“I got shoved into boards in college for fun, Grant. You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

I run my fingers down her spine, stopping when I get to her hips. I hold her there and grip my cock with my other hand, teasing the smooth skin of her ass cheeks with the head.

Fuck.

I want to try that too.

Lining up with her entrance, I rock forward, filling her again.

This position is better than the last. I can get deeper. I’m more in control, and once Amelia starts to relax, I move more freely.

Quick snaps of my hips. Driving into her with a roughness I’m sure she’s going to say is too hard. Again and again I push myself inside her, sinking into the ecstasy she brings me while she doesn’t offer a whisper of a complaint.

She loves this too.

“Touch yourself,” I say, and she moans in response. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

I don’t know if I’m saying the right thing. I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, my movements frantic and no longer restrained. But Lia tips her head back with parted lips. She licks her fingers before dropping them between her legs, her ass bouncing as she does.