PassionsPoison by Lexi Post

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produced raced downward, engorging her pussy. He moved his hand over her
stomach and into the waistband of her jeans, headed for her thong.
    She let her knees bend away in mortification. What would he
think of her if he felt how truly soaked she’d become? But he followed her down
to the floor, down to the sheepskin.
    He chuckled against her back as they knelt there. “Oh no,
you’re not getting away from me that easily.” He pressed his cock into her
lower back, above her ass.
    She turned her head to speak to him. “I wasn’t trying to get
away. You made my knees weak.”
    He nuzzled against the back of her ear, his fingers
continuing their homage to her nipples. “Perfect, I like your knees weak.”
    She couldn’t focus with his teeth making little bites along
her neck, producing exquisite goose bumps across her skin. “Zach?”
    “Hmmm?”
    “Wouldn’t the furs feel nicer if we didn’t have our jeans
on?”
    He stopped nibbling and pulled back. “Definitely.”
    Before she could blink, he jumped up, unzipped his jeans and
his cock sprang forward, freed from the denim. He stepped from his pants,
completely naked.
    The man didn’t wear underwear. Very sexy. And his straight,
thick cock stood at attention, begging for her touch. She reached for him, but
he caught her hand before she made contact. He raised his eyebrow. “Fair’s
fair.”
    “Okay, but I’ll need both hands.”
    He squeezed first, then let her go. She turned her back on
him and faced the fire. Quickly, so he wouldn’t see her moisture, she unzipped
her pants and pulled her thong and jeans down her butt. Then sitting on the
luscious fur, she wiggled the clothes off past her feet.
    He knelt beside her, pulled the garments from her hand and
threw them on the couch behind him. “If you really want to feel the furs, lie
back.”
    The promise in his eyes told her she wouldn’t be
disappointed, so she let the softness of the fur envelop her. She didn’t expect
the erotic feel of it between her legs. “Oh.”
    He winked at her surprise. “Feels sexy, doesn’t it?”
    She nodded, unable to speak at the knowing tone in his
voice. How many other women had he made love to on these skins? Stop it. She had no right. If he had an inkling of the number of men she’d had sex with,
he would throw her out in the snow.
    He lay next to her on his side. “What is it, Bea?”
    “Nothing. Just surprised at how well you know me already.”
    He smirked as he brushed her hair out over the fur. “I know
very little about you, but I hope by the end of the night, I’ll know a lot
more.”
    Her body vibrated with a need he caused, and liquid seeped
from between her legs and onto her inner thighs. He leaned over and kissed her
forehead, her nose and finally her lips, but when her tongue begged for entry
into his mouth, he refused. Instead, he trailed licks and nips down her neck.
    She pushed her hand through his thick hair and guided him to
her nipple, which received the attention her mouth had craved. After causing
one peak to be so hard she ached between her legs, he moved to the other,
giving it equal attention and an extra bite that sent an electric pulse racing
to her clit.
    She kneaded her hands into his shoulder muscles as he licked
his way to her navel, the seeping between her legs now a constant. Her pussy’s
anticipation of his mouth had it swelling beyond anything it had ever done. Her
heart beat for his kiss, his touch.
    He licked her waist and sucked on her hipbone before he
moved his hands to spread her legs. As he brought his palms along the insides
of her limbs, he stopped. “You’re bare.”
    She could only nod. She kept herself hairless to encourage
her one-night stands.
    He smirked. “And wet.” His thumbs played along the crease of
her thighs just outside her throbbing labia.
    Her body’s instinct for survival always made her ready, but
the liquids moistening her thighs now was new. Would he think it strange she
was so wet? “I know.