Page 250 of Cross Check

Amelia moves from the table to the floor with the grace of a goddess. I can’t help but watch her, each step majestic as she shows off the curves and dips of her body. She stops when she’s in front of me, and I grab her chin. I kiss her, and she laughs against my mouth in the sweetest way.

“Do you want a dish towel?” I ask, and she blinks. “For your knees? The floor is hard.”

“Thank you for being so considerate, honey, but I’ll be okay.” She kisses my cheek then my neck. Her mouth moves south, her hands trailing from my chest to my stomach as she slowly lowers herself to the floor. When she does, she looks up at me. “I like doing this for you.”

I really fucking like it too. I like the way she folds her palm around my shaft and holds the base. I like when she covers my head with her mouth, wetting the length. I like when she starts to move, her head bobbing in the same rhythm as her hand.

Lia hollows out her cheeks and sits back on her knees to give herself the perfect angle. It lets her get deep, lets me work into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat, and when I do, I rest my hand on her head.

“Squeeze my thigh if I get too rough,” I tell her, but all she does is put a palm on my ass to urge me deeper into her mouth.

And I give in to it.

To how warm she feels around me, to her hand as she pumps me up and down. To how she tilts her head and drags her tongue up my cock from root to tip, swirling over the head with a low hum that sends a volt of electricity through my blood.

I yank on her hair, popping me out of her mouth. Amelia smiles up at me, a drop of drool on her cheek and her pupils wide with determination. I swipe my thumb over the saliva before sucking my finger dry, wanting to taste her while she does this for me.

“Baby,” I croak. My thoughts turn fuzzy. I widen my stance and rest my palm on the back of her head, needing stability to keep myself from toppling over. Liquid heat courses through me when she grips me harder, tighter with her hand, and I really want to see her swallow my cum. “I love your mouth. Your fingers. Your tongue.”

I love you, my brain murmurs again, more persistent this time.

Shouting it out when she keeps her mouth on my cock but moves her hands to my balls seems really fucking inappropriate, but then Lia does something with her thumb and I⁠—

I fucking whimper and jerk my hips so aggressively, she makes a gagging sound.

“Sorry,” I sputter. “That was—I like it when you… I didn’t mean to⁠—”

“You can lose control with me, Grant.” She kisses my hip. Swirls her tongue over my head again and almost makes me start to pant. “It’s my birthday, and I want you to let go.”

“If you insist,” I mumble, voice thick with anticipation. “Anything for the birthday girl.”

I don’t let myself think after that, slipping into the sensation of mind-numbing bliss only Lia can bring me. Everything is so fucking good—it always is with her—and I welcome each swipe of her tongue while I fuck her mouth.

I cup her cheek and hook my thumb under her chin. I need to touch her. I have to touch her, and I swear to every fucking god that might be above that when she licks my balls, I nearly explode on the spot.

“Fuck. Lia. Baby. I’m going to—where should I⁠—”

“Here is fine,” she says, all sweet and syrupy and so goddamn perfect when she taps her lips.

Her mouth closes around me again, and I know this is where I meet my end. There’s no chance I last any longer, so I don’t bother to try. I close my eyes. I drop my head back with a long groan, the orgasm racking my body in a fit of heaving breaths. I keep my hand on her cheek as she sucks me through it, and when I’m entirely empty, every goddamn drop of my release expelled from my body, I shudder in relief.

Best orgasm of my fucking life.

I crack open an eye. I look at Lia and her red cheeks and absolutely messy hair, and my heart swells three sizes in my chest.

I love you, I think again.

“Open up,” I say instead as she slides her mouth from the base of my cock to the head. She stays there for a second before releasing me from her hold. I whine at the loss of contact, at the cold air compared to her sweet, hot mouth, and pull down on her lower lip. Her mouth parts, and I see my cum on her tongue. It’s the hottest thing of my life. “Swallow,” I tell her, the husk of a whisper.

I need a second to regain control, but then her throat bobs. She licks her lips, opens her mouth, and shows me there’s nothing left. I’m already ready to go again.

“All gone,” she muses. “And it was so good.”

I have no coordination, not an ounce of strength left, but I still sweep her off her feet. I carry her in my arm, kissing her like my life depends on it. I taste the salty aftermath of my release when her tongue brushes against mine, and I moan.

“You’re so perfect. That was… you’re out of this world. Feels like I need to be saying thank you.” I bury my face in her hair and open the door to the bedroom with my knee. I head straight for the bathroom and set her on the vanity. “You rearrange my brain cells whenever I’m with you, baby. You’re in my fucking DNA.”

“I never really cared about my birthday before.” Lia brushes a piece of hair out of my face with a smile. “But this has been the best one ever because I get to spend it with you.”