you,” he said, kissing her one way. “Me.” He angled his head the opposite way before kissing her again. “And nothing between us?”
“Nothing between us,” she said, straightening her arms as she took them to the sides of his neck.
Kissing her, he didn’t waste any time warming her up again. She didn’t realize he’d shifted his weight onto one forearm until his fingers found their way between her thighs. Poppy didn’t want to loosen her leg from its post around his hip, but the tickle of his fingertips circling her clit sent flutters up through her that became spasms of quick pleasure in her core.
“Turner,” she whispered, amazed that a man of such brawn could be so delicate and gentle. “Oh, that feels amazing.”
He did another lap then sunk his middle finger into her, pulling back to add his forefinger on the next advance. Her body wanted to rise in time with his motion. Turner seemed to get that because he slanted his hips to pin hers down.
“I wanna see you come,” he said, treating her to a quick kiss. “Pop for me Candy-Cane.”
His gruff voice was so strained that she could sense the urgency of his need. But he didn’t let up.
“Turner,” she panted, writhing beneath him.
His attention went back to her clit, massaging her to a lather.
His, totally and completely, Poppy gave into the pleasure. Climbing to a climax that grabbed for her, she yelled his name and jerked into a spasm so devouring that she actually stopped breathing.
Poppy still hadn’t come back down to Earth when she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against her.
“No,” she gasped, rolling her head side to side in the pillow.
His mouth warmed hers. “Want me to stop?”
Her head started rocking in the pillow again. After just a second, Poppy found her smile and managed to open her eyes and blink through the stars he’d put there.
“No. I just didn’t want to miss it.”
He kissed her again. “You tell me when you’re ready.”
The care in that teasing voice was just a microcosm of everything she adored in him. His tenderness, his need for her, his joy, his intensity, his passion.
The hand she skimmed up his body only stopped when it reached his face. “Kiss me again.” His simple smile descended until his lips pressed against hers. When they rose, his smile had transferred to her; Poppy licked her lips just to make sure. “I’m ready.”
“Yes, you are.”
He’d ensured that by indulging her and then some. Adjusting her position, she opened herself wider to him, beckoning for him to join their bodies, as they’d been aching to do for weeks.
Something about his need to watch her kept her focus on his when he pushed into her. Slow and gentle at first, he learned the route as it made way for him. His pampering had helped his course, though she did need to take a few measured breaths as he got deeper.
“Okay?” he asked, pausing to sweep her hair from her face.
Unable to keep still, Poppy wriggled and squirmed, feeling every second of him. “How can you function enough to talk?”
One side of his mouth rose. “You feel too fucking good, baby… Guy’s gotta pace himself.”
Laying her hands on his chest, she bent just the tips of her fingers to scratch him. “I want you to want me… so bad.”
He took his time about scrutinizing her form, more specifically her breasts. “So bad, huh?”
“Oh, so bad.”
When he squeezed her breast, she moved into the caress. Anything she could do to encourage him was positive. The girth of him inside her was beginning to take root. Turner wasn’t an extension of her, he was her. Their bodies moved together like it was all they were designed to do. The seconds dragged and rushed by all at the same time.
Her hands wouldn’t stop exploring, creeping and clawing, begging and pampering; Poppy didn’t ever want to leave that bed. She wanted him there, inside her, until she took her very last breath.
Rushing toward the apex of pleasure, she tried to slow herself down, to delay the inevitable, but it was impossible. Hurling her into orgasm, the need of his body demanded its price in the fury of the orgasm it tore from her soul.
With a primal yowl of pure satisfaction, Poppy surrendered to the climax with such fervor, all her muscles ceased. Turner fought against her clinging ownership to drive himself into her faster until he reached his own pinnacle and slammed into her hard.
Shaking