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 pr**cum as Scheme gripped the shaft and lowered her head.
There wasn’t a chance of keeping up with him, but unlike her previous experience with this position, she really didn’t give a damn. The flames flickering over her body overrode her sense of fair play. If he wanted to get as good as he was giving, then he was going to have to agree not to touch her while she was touching him, because his touch was destructive.
She could taste him though. She could completely immerse herself in the pleasure he was giving her, the sensuality building inside her. The hunger riding her with a desperation she didn’t know how to fight.
Her lips surrounded the head of his cock, drawing him in, tasting the wildness of him in the damp essence that covered the hard, satiny flesh. She felt his lust, his hunger, in the hard pulse of blood through the fiery flesh and the hard growl that vibrated against the lips of her pu**y.
She jerked at the sensations that came from that sound, panting as she fought to breathe, her h*ps lowering further, her body demanding more, always more.
His tongue flickered, licked, painted her flesh with fire and left her gasping as she tried, she really tried to bring him the same pleasure, to tease his cock, to suckle it into her mouth and tempt his control the same as he was tempting hers.
But he was touching her, eating her with hungry lips and tongue as she shuddered above him, then exploded with a force that had her back arching and a scream tearing from her throat.
It was never-ending. It ricocheted from nerve ending to nerve ending, cell to cell, and left her writhing as she suddenly found herself beneath him rather than above him.
“I can’t keep up,” she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as she stared back at him, disappointed in herself, in the lack of pleasure she had given him.
A smile pulled at the tight, controlled line of his lips.
“Baby, if you can keep up, then I’m not doing my job.” A wicked flash of white teeth came a second before he shifted between her thighs and pressed home.
Her vision dimmed as the breath paused in her lungs. Oh God, it was so good. The way he filled her, pressing in slowly, stretching the sensitive tissue in her vagina to reveal hidden nerve endings and erogenous zones. Tender places she had never known she possessed.
He stroked over them. Working in and out, back and forth, rocking his h*ps against hers until he filled her completely and left her trembling beneath him.
“God you’re beautiful,” he whispered then, his voice hoarse, filled with hunger. “So beautiful you steal a man’s breath, Scheme.”
She was so close. Too close. She could feel her orgasm just out of reach and her own desperation to jump into it.
“There now,” he groaned as his elbows held his weight above her, his hands clasping her head as her hands gripped his hips. “I like this, Schemer. I like this a lot.”
“You’re killing me,” she whimpered. “Don’t tease me.”
“A little bit of tease is good, darlin’.” His head lowered, his lips sipping at a hard nipple as his h*ps shifted, the head of his c**k rubbing inside her and setting off small tremors of impending release.
“Not like this.” The pleasure was killing her.
Scheme jerked beneath him as the fiery wedge of heat glanced over flesh so sensitive that the tremors of pleasure shook her to her core.
“Just like this, little love.” He continued to rotate his h*ps slowly. “Just relax for me. You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. No thought required. Just feel good.”
She stared back at him, gasping for breath. Something was always required. Her head shook in denial as she fought for enough control to do something, anything to return the favor.