She screamed his name, and she’d sworn she wouldn’t. But the pleasure exploded through her body as his tongue slid through her saturated flesh, before his lips capped over her clit and his tongue grew hungry.
The orgasm that tore through her was exquisite. Terrifying. There was no warning, no reason for the detonation of ecstasy that ripped through nerve endings and convulsed her womb in spasms of release, but there was also no containing it. And no stopping him.
As the rippling pulses of ecstasy convulsed through her vagina, he was there. His tongue licked, lapped, pushed her higher, sending her blazing into an intensity of pleasure she couldn’t have expected.
“Tanner…” She screamed his name as her hands buried in his hair, her upper body lifting, jerking in response to the sudden, fiery release that attacked her again.
Her thighs clenched around his head as her hips rocked, her lungs struggling for air as she stared sightlessly toward the ceiling.
He gave her no respite. He touched her, from the inside out. His hands, his lips, his tongue. Heated sensations, trigger points of electric ecstasy vibrated through nerve endings that had gone without touch for much too long.
He touched her body; then he reached inside and touched her soul, whispering his need for her, his hunger for her, driving her to the limits of her own sensuality before she flew higher, reached for more. Perspiration dampened her body, making her slick, wet, inside and out, as the sounds of his pleasure ricocheted around her. This was touch. Pure touch. How had she lived without it before this? How had she lived without Tanner’s kiss, without his husky voice whispering his pleasure to her, without his hands drawing her closer, soothing her, arousing her, warming the cold places inside her?
Never. She had never known this. She was lucky to orgasm once during sex, let alone twice, with another building, burning, exploding through her as she arched, driving her pussy tighter against his mouth as her legs trembled in response to the grip she had on him.
Bucking beneath him, she did as he had sworn she would. She begged. She pleaded, and she swore the dampness on her face was perspiration rather than tears as she felt the darkness inside her soul reaching for the heated warmth that began to build inside her chest.
Before she could anticipate or even consider his next move, he jackknifed away from her, his hands gripping her wrists as he pulled her up off the bed.
And he was naked. Gloriously aroused, his cock standing out from his body, flushed and engorged.
“You taste like fucking sunshine,” he snarled as his hand gripped her waist only to toss her back on the bed. The next second he was on one knee in front of her, the other foot planted across her body as he pulled her back into a sitting position. “Now, darlin’, let’s see how hungry you are for more. ”
She was hungry. Hungry for all of him. Desperate. Aching.
His one hand gripped her hair as the other gripped the straining length of his erection.
“Come on, Schemer. Undo me, pretty girl. Make me beg now. ”
His eyes were gleaming gold as her lips opened, her tongue swiping over the engorged crest. She could feel rising within her the dangerous, destructive sexuality she had always fought.
Some things could be too good. Too addictive. Like breathing. Like Tanner.
“Hell yes,” he groaned as he slowly fed the damp head into her mouth. “Take me, darlin’. Show me how hungry you are. ”
And she was hungry. Hungry enough that now nothing mattered except his pleasure and her own. Because each growling moan that came from his throat only fed her lust.
“Oh yeah. ” He was watching as her mouth surrounded the straining length of his cock. His eyes centered, not on hers, but on her lips. “There you go, pretty girl. Suck my dick. Show me how good you are. ”
And he knew how good she was. Scheme felt her face flame at the wicked knowledge that he had watched her do this at other times. With other men. And as he had promised, nothing that had come before him could compare to this pleasure.
“There’s no pulling out, Scheme,” he warned her then. “You’ll take it all. Every fucking drop of cum I can spill into that hot little mouth. ”
She whimpered, as much from the domineering eroticism as from the act itself. But if he thought surrender would come from her, he was wrong. She would accept only what she wanted. And she would be damned
if she would give it to him easily.
Her eyes narrowed as she pushed at his wrist, forcing him to release the hold he had on the treat she craved.
Her hand couldn’t surround him, but she knew how to compensate. Her favorite vibrator had often played her lover, and he knew it. He knew how she longed to taste, to touch, and she gave him what he had watched and more.
Her other hand cupped his tight balls, her fingers playing them, rolling them as her palm gripped the sac firmly.
He snarled again, a hard growl leaving his throat as the muscles of his thighs flexed and the head of his cock throbbed.
“I watched you with that damned vibrator you played with sometimes,” he told her then. “Sucking it, filling your mouth with it. ”
She moaned in response.