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Immediately he moved to her other nipple, sucking it in and drawing on it hungrily. He didn’t stay on one breast overly long, but moved from one to the other, sensitizing them further as she cried out with such pleasure that she wasn’t certain she could survive it. She was going to orgasm, the pleasure was so intense. Yet no matter how close it seemed, she couldn’t quite catch that edge she needed to slip into ecstasy.
“Poppy,” he groaned, his lips smoothing between her breasts as he used one hand to push at her pajama bottoms and drag them over her hips. “Ah, baby.”
Seconds later she kicked them free of her feet, uncaring where they ended up. His lips at her nipples were driving her crazy, making the hunger for them to be between her thighs nearly unbearable.
“That’s it, baby girl.” The hard growl sent excitement racing through her. “Burn for me, Poppy.”
Burn for him? She was blazing out of control.
“Jack, please,” she gasped, arching toward him as he pushed his knee between hers and spread kisses between her breasts, slowly moving lower.
His hand stroked along one thigh before gripping it, tugging at it to spread her legs farther apart.
Oh God, he needed to hurry. Every time they came close to him taking her, someone, or something, disturbed them, interrupted them.
“Oh, baby girl, I’m gonna taste that pretty pussy again.” His voice dark, hungry, he kissed his way down her midriff. “Fuck that sweet pussy with my tongue. Feel you come on it. You gonna come on my tongue again, Poppy?”
Her stomach clenched in a hard spasm, her thighs tightened, and her juices spilled to meet his fingers as they stroked along the narrow slit, slicking them as her hips lifted to caress them.
“Jack.” Desperation echoed in her voice as his fingers pushed at the entrance, pushed inside just enough to almost trigger the orgasm she needed so desperately.
“So fucking tight.” He nipped at her lip, licked the sting, and moved lower.
She could feel his breath against her perspiration-damp flesh, rapid and heated.
Her thighs fell farther apart as his kisses, his tongue met the bend of her thigh, slid to just above her clit. There he kissed the little rise of flesh, his breath striking at the bundle of nerves just below her hips. She was fighting to breathe. Pleasure was wreaking havoc with her senses and her body. She felt intoxicated, drunk on his kisses, his touch.
His lips moved lower, his tongue stroking against her clit, sending spikes of dagger-sharp pleasure to strike inside her pussy. Her hips jerked, ached. She fought to make sense of what his touch did to her, what it did to cause pleasure to burn, to blaze through her senses.
She was dying to orgasm, and on the verge of pleading with him.
Then, rather than just licking around her clit and driving her insane with each lash of his tongue, he decided to deliver a sucking kiss to the bundle of nerve endings.
Almost…
Poppy cried out as she almost flew free into orgasm, only to be jerked from the edge.
“No. Jack… Not again… Don’t you do this to me again,” she demanded, the overwhelming need for that rush of ecstasy shuddering through her. “Oh, God…” Her head thrashed on the pillows as those diabolical fingers barely penetrated her, stroked her inner flesh, rubbing inside her and sending sparks to explode behind her closed eyes.
Just when she was certain she couldn’t bear the exquisite pleasure any longer, his mouth covered her throbbing clit, his tongue lashing it. His fingers penetrated her, retreated, pushed deep, parted her flesh, stretched it.
And she exploded.
Her hips jerked, ached. Her vagina clamped down on his fingers and, as shudders raced over her, Poppy felt rapture explode inside her. It filled her senses, whipped over her body.
She was barely aware of his mouth releasing her clit and his fingers pulling free of her. She felt him come over her, and as the tremors racing through her began to ease, she felt the broad head of his cock begin to press inside her.
“Poppy, baby…” he groaned. “Ah, hell. Sweet Poppy.”
His gaze, heavy-lidded and intense, held hers as his expression tightened with each shallow thrust inside her.
“Hold on to me, baby,” he whispered, one hand gripping her thigh as she arched to him.
“Jack.” His name was a gasp of stinging pleasure and emotional upheaval.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
She felt his muscles bunch, felt the hold on her thigh tighten, and a second later he thrust inside her, hard and deep. Her body arched, a keening moan leaving her throat as she felt every hard, shockingly hot inch of male flesh stretching her, filling her with heat and so much pleasure. Pleasure that bordered on pain and sent flames rippling through her entire body.
