He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "Oh, I wouldn't dare."
Her smile turned wicked, her hand sliding down his chest and stomach, stopping just short of where he wanted her most. "Good," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Because I have so many more ideas I want to try."
Helen's grin widened as she straddled Junior, her hips hovering just above his. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot and teasing. "Let's try something new," she whispered, her voice dripping with mischief. "I read about this position in a book. It's called the face-off."
Junior raised an eyebrow, his hands instinctively gripping her waist. "Face-off? What's that?"
She smirked, her fingers trailing down his chest. "It's where I sit on you, but we face each other. It's supposed to be… intimate. Like, really intimate." She paused, her eyes locking with his. "And it's supposed to increase the pleasure… a lot."
