Page 68 of A Diamond Deal
He trembled. A full-body shudder. ‘Poppy…’ Panting hard, he pulled back. ‘Lie down,’ he commanded.
And she did.
He tugged her shorts down her hips. She curled for him, her knees, her ankles, until the shorts fell to the floor.
Mouth open, he stared down at her. His eyes moving over the rise and fall of her breasts inside her white bra. He tugged down the straps, the cups. His head dipped. He closed his mouth around her nipple. He sucked it.
‘Ahh!’ Poppy screamed.
She didn’t notice his fingers going to her back. She didn’t notice him unclip her bra until it was falling to the floor beside her. Until he was lifting his head.
He ran his fingers over her pelvis. Over the plane of her stomach. She watched his brown fingers tease at her pale flesh.
She’d always loved his hands. His fingers knew just where to touch her. He knew how to tease her, when to go slow. When to go fast.
She didn’t need slow now.
‘Konstantinos, please…’
He dipped his fingers inside the elastic band of her knickers. His fingers gently feathered over her blonde curls. He touched her intimate lips. Stroked her.
She trembled.
He dipped a finger inside her. A testing finger.
‘Better?’ he asked.
‘That’s good,’ she husked, and pushed herself onto his hand, needing more, needing his fingers deeper. ‘So good, but…’
He pushed another finger inside her.
Her eyes closed at the fullness. At the stretch of his fingers.
‘Yes,’ she moaned. ‘More.’
‘Another?’
‘Please.’
He pushed three fingers inside her. Gave her the fullness she needed. He curled them upwards. Found that secret nub of nerves deep inside her. Stroked it.
‘Ah!’
She opened her eyes, raised herself on one elbow and reached for the open seam of his shirt, and yanked him closer.
His fingers still inside her, he came willingly. Met her where she waited for him. Crushed her mouth, dipped his tongue inside and filled it.
The pressure of his lips pushed her back into the pillows.
His fingers moved, almost pulling out.
He thrust back inside.
‘Konstantinos!’ She dipped her hands inside his shirt, pushed it over his shoulders. Dragged her nails over his taut flesh.
One arm freed, his shirt remained trapped on the hand bringing her to wanton extremes. Extremes making her skin burn. Her body restless to find release. It was so close. But it wasn’t enough. She needed him naked.Them naked.
She dragged her mouth from his. He stared down at her. His fingers slowing. It was agonising. She wanted his hand back. But she knew it wouldn’t be enough. She wanted his skin on hers. She wanted the weight of his body on hers.
