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She felt his finger slip inside, then retreat, then another rush of her juices falling to his touch.
A low, ragged wail tore from her lips as she went on her tiptoes, the sudden thick intrusion of his finger nearly sending her tumbling into a pleasure she didn’t know if she’d survive.
Then the finger was gone and before she could stop herself, she drove her flesh against his fingers, desperate for more.
“Oh no, not yet,” he crooned. “Naked Poppy. You all sweet and naked. I’ll watch you fuck yourself. Wouldn’t that be so good? I promise, when you come it will be like no orgasm you’ve ever had. I’ll even suck those pretty nipples for you until you get off. I swear, you’ll love it. God help me, I’ll love it.”
She felt him lift her against his chest, knew he was carrying her to her bedroom, but all she could do was stare at him.
She’d never seen so many emotions straining his expression. His eyes were such a dark blue gray they were almost black, and heavy-lidded with a look of drowsy sensuality.
She could feel her nipples rasping against his chest and realized he must have taken her shirt off at some point.
“Jack,” she whispered, fighting to find an anchor as she felt herself drowning beneath the waves of need and erotic intensity.
“Here, baby.” He lowered her to the bed and leaned over her, his lips covering hers.
It wasn’t like the night before, all raw, jagged lust. This time, he savored her lips, stroked them, sipped at them as she arched to him, her desperate fingers gripping his shoulders.
“Here we go.” He eased back and tore his T-shirt off before turning his attention back to her.
Those diabolical lips went to her neck, spreading kisses to her swollen breasts, then to the violently sensitive peaks of her nipples.
Shudders tore through her, racing from her nipple to her womb, creating such a firestorm along her nerve endings that she was buried beneath it.
She was barely aware of him removing her clothing as his lips went to the neglected nipple. As he worked the needy point, his groan was like an added dose of a narcotic, drugging her with the knowledge of his pleasure as well as her own.
As his head lifted, he moved, pushing her legs apart gently and kneeling between them as he pressed the heavy vibrator into her hands.
She looked down at the thick shaft and attached ears that embraced the clit. All she had to do was turn it on and the thrusting action of the device would work itself inside her. Once her senses were going crazy with the pleasure, she’d turn the vibration of the ears on…
As he pressed the head of the device between the slick lips between her thighs, she watched, mesmerized, as his big hand gripped the hard length of his cock and slowly stroked upward.
He was big. Thick.
A whimper escaped her lips as the vibrator turned on, the slow thrust of the device’s mechanics working itself inside her. Slowly. So slowly.
She was dying. This had to be a dream. Some incredible fantasy.
“Here, baby, let me help,” he whispered as a wave of rich, electric heat raced through her. “I’ll do this.” He gripped the base of the erotic toy. “You play with your nipples until I come up there and suck them. Show me what you like.”
Releasing his cock, he pushed her hands to her breasts with his free hand, and as she cupped them, he pushed the shaft inside her in one long, slow thrust.
Her back arched. The resistance her inner muscles created caused a slight pinch of sensation that drove her crazy. Why hadn’t it ever done that for her?
“Jack. Oh God, Jack. It’s so good.” Her thighs spread wider, hips lifting and working against each movement of the device as it moved inside her.
“Fuck, that’s goddamned hot,” he groaned. “Your pussy is so wet and wild, Poppy. Your hard little clit standing to attention, begging for my lips and tongue. Or this…”
She jerked, crying out as the firm, silicone extensions on each side of her clit began vibrating, a setting that created a pattern that was more a tease than an orgasm.
Her head tossed on the blankets, her fingers working her nipples now, pinching and rubbing them, the flames building in her body, threatening to steal her mind.
“Please,” she whispered, insensate, drugged with lust, riding a high she had no idea how to control. “Oh God, Jack.” She was nearly sobbing with need now. “Please. It’s not enough. It’s not enough.”
Sometimes, it was never enough. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t peak, couldn’t slip over that edge.
Her hips worked against the movement inside her pussy as she gasped for air. The need for orgasm rose by the second, until it tortured her senses.
