I bite my tongue when her thumb grazes over my crown, circling gently. “It’s not nice to torture a man.” She strokes a few times, my control slipping as the blood rushes south. Her lips move to my neck at the same time she rolls completely on top of me, straddling my hips. “You can lay there and let me play.”
At the word ‘play’, my already throbbing cock lurches in her hand. She grinds down, and the heat of her pussy seeps through the thin material of my shorts. I twist, turning on the light, and my heart stops. She’s sitting astride me in nothing but her tiny tank top.
“Baby, where are your shorts?”
“I got hot.”
How the hell did I miss her taking off her shorts?
“I’m still hot, burning up actually.” She releases me and in a swift move, tears the tank off.
“Poppy, you’re not playing fair here.”
Her eyes lock with mine, the beautiful hazel now a deep shade of blue, scorching with need. “I’ve played fair for days and it was time to get your attention.”
My gaze roams over her body, memorizing every curve. Her naked body, tight and firm, but with curves in all the right places. It’s beyond anything in my imagination. I lick my lips, my tongue begging to taste every inch of her skin. “You’ve had all of my attention.”
“I may have your mental attention, but I want your physical attention, too.” Her hand goes back in my shorts and wraps around my dick.
“Baby, you know everything you do makes me hard.”
“So you’ve told me. It’s time to do something about it.”
“I do something about it every morning in the shower, jacking off to the thought of you in that bikini.”
Excitement and satisfaction cross her face as she strokes. “That’s my kind of image.”
Her soft palm grips me harder, picking up speed. I close my eyes and try to find the will to shut this down. The vision of her creamy skin, her hard nipples, the glistening of the jewel in her navel are all burned in my eyelids.
“Evin?”
My eyes fly open at the rasp in her voice.
“I love you want to be patient and know you won’t make love to me tonight. But I won’t break. It’s time to let go of that ironclad control.”
In a flash, she’s on her back, pinned under me, and my shorts gone. “My self-control is overpowered with you. I don’t stand a chance.”
Triumph beams in her expression.
“You set the boundaries, Poppy. Tell me what you want.”
Her fingers sift through my hair, and she brings her mouth to mine. “There are no boundaries. I trust you—with everything.”
A throaty growl sounds from deep in my chest. “Jesus, you don’t know how much that means.”
“Show me.”
My lips brush over hers, kissing along her jawline and down her neck. When they reach her chest, I lick lightly around her hardened nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Her legs lock around my waist and she arches up, grinding her heat along my cock.
Electric pulses race up my spine, shooting through my veins. I shift my weight and skim my fingertips over the slope of her torso, twirling her piercing once before sliding my hand down between us. My fingers glide along her slickness and she whimpers at the first contact.
“Shit, you’re soaked.”
“I know, for six nights, I’ve slept next to you shirtless with your perfectly sculpted body wrapped around me. It was its own form of torture. You aren’t the only one that wakes up turned on.” There’s an undeniable hunger in her eyes and need in her voice that drives me crazy.
I slip a finger inside, grazing my thumb over her clit. Her head rolls back at the same time she loosens her legs, giving me room. My finger twists inside her and I slowly add another.
“Tight, slick, hot, your pussy feels like silk against my fingers.”
I lean in, using the tip of my tongue to trace the script on her ribcage and curve of her breastbone. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” I say before sucking her nipple back into my mouth.
My fingers work inside her gently, giving her time to adjust and testing how far she can take them. I know I’ve hit the right spot when she squirms, letting out an appreciative moan. I lick the pebbled flesh once more, raising my face to watch.
She’s softly panting, her eyes burning with hunger and locked on mine. I pick up speed, my thumb circling back over her clit. The walls of her pussy clench tight as her hips grind.
“Come for me.”
“Not yet. I want you…” She trails off, pressing her lips together, and struggling to hold back.
“I’ll get my shot, baby. But right now, I need to feel and see you come apart against my fingers so I can finally get a taste of you.”
Her eyes close and back arcs off the bed, driving herself down hard and taking my fingers as deep as possible.
“Evin!” She bucks, coming apart.
My cock throbs against her thigh and my balls grow heavy at the sight below. This woman doesn’t even have to touch me to push the limits of my self-restraint. Savage desire to drive into her and feel that heat coating my dick as she takes all of me threatens to explode.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, hold it together. Take it slow.
Sweat slides down my neck and back, my body strung tight. Her muscles convulse again and the control snaps.
In a flash, her thighs are spread wide, pressed to the mattress, and my mouth is on her. The second my tongue dives in, I growl. Primal possession sears through my bloodstream and takes over. I devour her roughly, unable to get enough. My hands slide under her ass, adjusting for better access.
She wriggles helplessly, her whimpers getting louder.
My mouth is consumed with touching everywhere. The muscles in her thighs flex, trembling as they hook around my shoulders. I pull back enough to suck her clit in
