Page 19 of Legacy of Smoke
“You found that with your tongue. Twice.”
More than that, but two heart-breakingly beautiful orgasms worth. Suddenly, I didn’t know if I’d last. I breathed out, notching in that sweet spot. “Relax your legs. Let me do the work. For now.” I wouldn’t mind it at all if she climbed on top of me later.
A pulse flickered to life near my balls. I counted in my head and let it die out as I eased in.
“Oh. That feels.” Her mouth widened, but no sound came out.
“Good, I hope.”
“Holy fuck. Yes. Please?”
Her fingernails dug into my ass. I kept moving slow because I didn’t know how I’d not blow my dick off if I didn’t use every bit of concentration on keeping things tight and locked down. No wild man moves, just steady and slow. Get in there, big guy. Let nature work. Come on. Count to thirty. That sort of shit.
Her walls twitched around my shaft. “Fuck, Poppy. I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
“Doing what? Is it wrong?” She was desperate, but still digging her fingers into my flesh and urging me deeper.
“No. Nothing wrong. Too right. Too tight. Too long since I—” my words cut off because I seated deep.
“Oh.” Her breaths came faster. “That’s hitting things my gynecologist can’t touch.”
I backed off an inch.
“Oh my god, omygodmygodyes. Please.” The claws came back out and kept me from losing my mind. I stroked in again. And this time she arched with me, helping me find that soft gap behind her cervix where the walls of her vagina welcomed me home and home again. And yet again.
And that was all I could remember. It wasn’t much longer before Poppy tensed into a shaking ball of moans that got loud. I covered her mouth so we wouldn’t wake her sister. I let her up for air almost immediately because she was pulsing around my dick so hard I was going to?—
And my vision went black for a second as the blood went south and I had the no-shit-best orgasm ever. Well, at least in the last ten years. But if it wasn’t the best, it was definitely in the top three. I was sucking wind like I’d ran for my life. I crumbled around Poppy, almost unable to hold my weight off her.
“You good?” It came out in gasps.
Her nod kept going. “G…uh huh.”
I’d fucked her speechless. If Sprout were here, I’d get a high-five for that.
Cue record scratch. I was still inside her, and softening by the second, and there would be no bragging about this one. Never.
“I’m going to pull out now and take care of the condom, okay?”
She nodded again, but at least managed a smile. It glowed with feminine satisfaction. I did that. I kissed her, because it was so pretty. She was pretty. And I was fucked seven ways to next Sunday because I didn’t regret a damn thing.
I returned with a towel and a washcloth. She got shy for a moment.
“Let me.” She tried to tug the damp cloth from my fingers.
“Hell no. I wanna see.”
She froze. “You do?”
I sat back on my knees and showed her my now flaccid dick. “You did that. It was rock hard. Hardest I’ve been in almost a decade, and now? It is fucking happy.”
Her fingers traced a tattoo on my stomach. “I made your dick happy?”
“Babe. Happy as fuck. Let see you.”
She slowly opened her legs. I wiped her clean and patted the tender flesh with the towel. “You may want to hold that there.”
“Am I bleeding?”
