Tentatively, she cupped his cods and massaged gently as she worked her way to the very tip with her lips and tongue.
By the time she reached the head, Bowen was gasping and his back was bowed tight in an arch, his hips up off the bed.
Growing bolder, she took the flared tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the ridges and toward the back. Then she lowered her mouth, taking more of him inside.
A warm spurt of liquid took her by surprise. It seeped from the tip and fell onto her tongue. At first she thought he’d already found his release, but ’twas just a small amount and he grew even more rigid between her lips.
“You make me insensible,” Bowen gasped. “Never has a woman driven me to the brink of madness thus.”
Running her tongue up the back side of his shaft, she let the tip fall from her mouth and grasped the base with one hand as she positioned herself astride him.
She wasn’t even sure such a thing was done, but she was fascinated by the idea of complete role reversal. If Bowen had used his mouth on her, then she would use her mouth on him. And if he’d been atop her, then she’d be atop him.
She watched him for any sign of disapproval or that he didn’t want her taking such a presumptive position. But, if anything, he looked eager. Excited. She, in turn, was excited that she could inspire such a reaction from him.
“That’s it, lass,” Bowen purred. “Take me inside you. Ride astride me.”
His fingers closed around her hips, easily spanning the width with his large hands. As she positioned him at her entrance, he held her in place, offering her support. When he slipped inside her the barest inch, he began to pull her down his erection, inch by exquisite inch.
She let out a breathy sigh as she threw back her head. His groan mixed with her sigh as he penetrated deeper. Her eyes widened when her bottom came to rest atop his legs as he reached maximum depth.
She was full, stretched impossibly tight around him. She didn’t know how she’d managed to accommodate all of him, but there wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t inside her.
“If I died right now, I’d die the happiest of men,” Bowen gasped. “Never have I felt such pleasure.”
She looked at him in befuddlement, because now that she’d accomplished the task of taking him within her, she had no idea what to do next. Her expression must have made this clear, because he slipped his fingers underneath her behind and gently lifted, arching his hips upward as he worked her hips up and down to meet his thrusts.
Her body was taut and her desire heightened by the different position. Every time he pushed inside her, his pelvis pressed against her sensitive mound and sparks of pleasure shot through her body.
After a time, she learned the rhythm and was able to take over, riding astride him as she braced herself with her palms on his chest. He moved his hands from her hips and cupped her breasts, toying with the nipples as she moved atop him.
It was enough to spur her own desire, sending her into a dizzying spiral as she spun out of control.
Her cries mingled with Bowen’s as her release rushed over her, spurring Bowen’s own. She tightened around him, spasming as his hot seed filled her, reaching the very depths of her.
And then he pulled her down, holding her tightly against his chest as it heaved with exertion. He stroked her hair, her back, let his hands glide over her bottom as she lay atop him, his shaft still buried deep within her, pulsing with the last of his release.
“Was I overbold?” she asked as she rested her cheek over his thudding heartbeat.
He chuckled, his chest rumbling with amusement. “I invite you to be as bold as you like and I’ll not ever complain.”
A smile played about her lips as she nuzzled up underneath his chin.
“I liked tasting you,” she said shyly.
He groaned and swelled inside her, stretching her once more. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes in shock.
“Do not look at me with such surprise, lass,” he said dryly. “How do you expect me to respond when you speak thusly?”
“But ’tis so soon!” she exclaimed. “Ian never …” She broke off, ashamed that she’d been about to make comment on Ian’s actions in bed.
He touched her in an effort