“No. Don’t stop.” Her h*ps lifted to him.
Damn that was a tempting ass. So softly rounded. So damned pretty when it blushed.
His hand descended, laying a sharp little caress to her rear as she shuddered in response. She liked that. Liked the biting pleasure/pain, the sharper sensations as her arousal grew.
She lifted to him again. Her shoulders coming off the bed, struggling to support her weight as she fought to regain a measure of control.
“Stay there.” He pressed her back to the mattress. She didn’t need control right now. She needed release. She needed him.
His hand smoothed over her ass again.
God, she had the prettiest butt. Rounded and creamy, though blushing now from the erotic little spanking he had given her.
He flipped the top open on the lubricating jelly and spread a line along his fingers, grimacing at the hunger eating at him. God, he needed to f**k her. He had to f**k her or he was going to die from the hunger.
Laying the tube aside, he used one hand to part the rounded cheeks of her rear before preparing the tiny entrance for a deeper caress. He smeared the gel over the opening, pressed the tip of one finger against it, smiled tightly, then added the second finger.
And she took him. She opened up like a dream, taking the penetration, begging for it.
Her back bowed. Her cry echoed around him. The scent of her pu**y had his mouth watering and his dick jerking in demand.
A hard, gravelly growl left his throat as his fingers slid inside her, feeling the tender muscles tighten around them as her h*ps jerked back, driving him deeper.
He twisted his wrist, rotating his fingers in the little hole. The scent of her arousal was invading his brain now. He could smell nothing else. Taste nothing else.
Gripping his cock, Tanner moved closer.
“Tell me to f**k you,” he snarled. “Ask for it.”
“Damn you!”
“Ask for it.”
He couldn’t take her without it. He wouldn’t take her without it.
“Tanner, please.”
He pushed his fingers deeper, scissored them, felt her shudder.
“Ask me for it, Scheme.”
“I hate you!” she snarled.
“You want me.” He pressed his other hand between her thighs, feeling the saturated curls before he ran his fingers around her straining clit. “Now ask me for it.”
“Fuck me!” She drove her h*ps back.
His fingers buried inside her as the head of his c**k slid against moist, swollen curves.
Pulling his hand back from her wet curls, he fought to breathe as he positioned his straining flesh. Pressing into her pu**y was like entering a super-heated, super-tight furnace of liquid silk.
Sweat ran down his face, his chest, as he eased into her. Hell, she was so tight. Too tight.
“How long?” he snapped. “How long since you’ve had another?”
“You watched me,” she stuttered. “You know.”
He paused. It had been more than a year, perhaps two since a man had been to her bed.