“First on my list was feeling you come around my tongue,” he growled as he settled his knees between her thighs and leaned over her. “And that was good, Scheme. That was really good.”
He stared into her eyes as he bent to her mouth, sipping at her lips as her fingers moved hesitantly to his shoulders. She always touched him hesitantly. As though she wasn’t certain if she should even touch.
And oh, she should definitely touch.
“Come here, sugar.” He rolled to his back, pulling her with him, grinning up at her as she stared back at him in shock. “I’m all yours,” he growled, helping her to her knees before pushing his head between them. “And you’re all mine.”
“Tanner, this doesn’t work.” She didn’t bend forward as he’d expected.
His hands slid up the outside of her thighs as he turned his head and pressed a kiss just above her knee.
“Have we tried it before?” He raked her lower thigh with his teeth, smiling as a tremor rippled beneath the flesh.
“I don’t like this position.” Her voice was smoky, breathless.
“Have we tried it before?” he asked her again, nipping at her thigh with enough force to make her moan.
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 cl*t 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 pu**y 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 c**k 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 h*ps 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 cl*t 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 h*ps 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.