Oh yeah, she liked that. He raked along the side of the opposite knee. Her hands flattened on his abdomen.
“I’ve done this before,” she gasped. “I didn’t like it. ”
“Hmm. ” Yeah, he remembered that one. That one hadn’t pissed him off too bad, because he remembered watching her eyes. St. Marks had been less than ineffective. “Maybe you’ll like it better with a pro. ”
Tanner lifted his head, distended his tongue and swiped it through the drenched slit directly above him. While there, he made certain to flicker his tongue over the sensitive flesh before rounding her clit with a delicate, purring lap.
She jerked, a gasp coming from above him as he raked his fingernails along the outsides of her thighs.
“I can’t do this,” she moaned as he gripped her thighs and flicked the tip of his tongue over the curves of her pussy again.
“Why can’t you do this, baby?” He kept the purr in his voice. Damn, she liked that sound, or the touch of his tongue, because the dampness increased exponentially.
He tried the purr again. This time without words. Just a long, drawn-out purr as he laid his lips against the swollen folds.
“Oh my God, Tanner. ” She weakened, bent, her head falling to his thigh as her long hair cascaded over his cock and balls. And oh, he liked the feel of that, almost as much as he liked the feel of her hard breath against his flesh.
“Sure you don’t like this, pretty baby?” He purred again, just over her clit, and was rewarded by the prettiest sight in the world. A small, hot little drop of cream that he caught with his tongue.
But Scheme. Ah, his sweet little Schemer, she wasn’t without her own brand of torture.
Her sharp little nails dug into his outer thighs as her head lifted, her hair sliding over her shoulder and his thighs like living silk as she flicked it back and her hot breath washed over the sensitive head of his cock.
And damn, that was good. His hips jerked up in reaction as he let a growling moan slip past his lips. But that didn’t stop his tongue. He flicked teasingly over the curves, lapping at her, licking at the sweet drops of syrup beading on her flesh.
“Mmm. Sweet. ” He caught one of the curves between his lips, drawing the cream from it before moving back, flickering his tongue around her clit with purring strokes and checking for more of the sweetness.
Ohh, yeah, there it was. Dew drops. Sweet, syrupy, feminine dew.
He smiled and licked. Purred. Whispered a growl over her flesh and then got a chance to devour ambrosia as the dew drops increased.
Luscious.
Rawr.
She exploded.
Scheme jackknifed upright, a muted scream tearing from her throat as fiery ribbons of orgasm began to tighten through every muscle of her body.
“Damn you. ” She shuddered, her thighs clenching around his face, holding him in place. Oh God, she had to hold him in place as her hips rocked, dragging her enraptured wet flesh over his lips and tongue as she forced the pleasure to echo and re-echo through her clit, vagina and womb.
Oh, it was so good. Nothing had ever been this good. And never had this position even come close to good. Let alone this good.
He chuckled as his hands pressed her thighs open and his head lowered.
“Can you keep up, Schemer?” His voice held a dare. “Am I better than you are?”
Better than she was? He was better than a fantasy. He was better than her vibrator. Hell, yes, he was better than her.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t keep up. It didn’t mean that she didn’t know a few tricks of her own.
She shivered as she heard him purr again. That damned purr was going to steal her mind at this rate. She couldn’t stand it.
Bending forward, she trembled, shuddering as he flickered his tongue over her saturated flesh again. She had never been so wet in her life, or so desperate for the sensations racking up inside her.
This position had always been less than comfortable. Until now. Now, instead of tension filling her from the expectation of the male beneath her, pleasure and determination filled her. Determination to give as well as she was getting. Or at least to try.
The thick length of his erection rose to his navel, pulsing and throbbing, the mushroomed head damp with pre-cum as Scheme gripped the shaft and lowered her head.