“Don’t hurt yourself,” Rosaline teased, and then her mouth was back on Poppy, tongue dipping inside her, curling, avoiding Poppy’s clit, driving her crazy.
Poppy mewled and pressed back against her face, one hand rising to steady herself against the mirror. “Please.”
Teeth bit into the swell of her ass making her startle, air leaving her lungs. “What did I say, Poppy?”
Her tongue swiped at her bottom lip, mouth dry as she panted. Rosaline had said a lot of things. A lot of really spine-melting, mind-bending,amazingthings. Put on the spot, she couldn’t recall a single one.
She hissed through her teeth when Rosaline bit her on the other cheek, hard enough to sting, maybe even to bruise. She hoped it did.
The ache between her thighs grew more insistent, impossible to ignore.
Rosaline tutted softly. “I told you to keep your hands on the table, baby.”
Baby.As if her brain wasn’t short-circuited already. “Sorry.”
Two of Rosaline’s fingers slipped through her folds, sliding inside of her, making her breath hitch. “You can be patient for me, can’t you? Just a little longer?”
She trembled, elbows locked, arms quaking. “Uh-huh.”
Her fingers dragged almost all the way out before sliding backin, slow little thrusts that made Poppy curl her toes in the rug, trying hard,sohard to keep from squirming and pressing back, riding Rosaline’s hand, rushing her along.
With her other hand, Rosaline reached between Poppy’s legs to strum her clit and she pumped her fingers insider her a little faster. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
A choked sob slipped out, something inside her chest loosening at the praise.
Rosaline swore on a harsh exhale and then her mouth was back on Poppy, warm and wet, licking from where she was dripping all the way up to—fuck, Rosaline’s tongue swept right over her hole, circling her rim slowly before pressing, spearing Poppy with the very tip of her tongue.
She couldn’t help it then, arching and rocking back, riding Rosaline’s fingers, her face. Desperate.
“Good,” she praised, fingers speeding, curling down and pressing hard, drawing desperate little mewls from Poppy’s lips. She pressed a kiss to Poppy’s ass cheek. “You’re so close. I can feel your cunt fluttering around my fingers.”
Pressure built and she pressed her face against the crook of her elbow, spots dancing behind her lids each time she closed her eyes.
Even if it killed her, she refused to tip over the edge. Not until—
“Whenever you want, okay?” Rosaline whispered, teeth grazing her skin as she curled her fingers harder, faster. “Don’t hold back.”
Everything inside her drew impossibly tight and with one more curl of Rosaline’s fingers pressing against that perfect spot, the dam inside her burst, pleasure ripping through her so good she could hardly stand it.
“That’s it,” Rosaline soothed, letting up on her clit, fingers thrusting a few more times, languid, before easing them from Poppy’s cunt. Almost immediately, Poppy’s knees buckled, and Rosaline laughed, not unkindly, as Poppy sagged to the floor in a spent, satiated heap. “Are you all right?”
Poppy blew her hair out of her face and looked over her shoulder. Rosaline was kneeling, eyes bright beneath half-mast lids, a smug smile playing at the edges of her lips.
It took her a minute to find her voice. “You know,” she panted. “When we talked on the phone last week and you said you were going to put me on my knees, I didn’t think you meant like this.”
Rosaline chuckled and banded an arm around Poppy beneath her breasts, dragging her back against Rosaline’s chest. “The night’s young.”
Her heart skipped. “Sounds like you have plans for me.”
“I did tell you I have a plethora of ideas of what I want to do to you, did I not?”
Her breath, just barely having slowed, quickened, her interest piqued. “Aplethora, huh?”
“One might even go so far as to say a surplus,” Rosaline confirmed, pressing her lips to the hinge of Poppy’s jaw. “I highly doubt we’ll be able to get through even a fraction of them before the sun comes up.”
That just meant there would need to be a next time. “Out of curiosity—do all of these ideas of yours take place just inside your front door?”
Rosaline drew back, one brow arching imperiously. “Are you complaining about what we just did?”
