Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

her.
    He roared out a sound of triumph or possession or maybe it was just an Atlantean lovemaking thing, but she didn’t care because seconds later he was lifting her sweater and pushing her bra cups to the side, and before the first chill could even spark goose bumps on her skin, his hot mouth covered one nipple and his hot hand covered the other. He made a humming sound against her breast and it tingled, but before she could react he put his lips around her nipple and sucked so hard she cried out.
    “Brennan, Brennan, oh, God, yes.” She tightened her fingers in his hair, and he took it for the encouragement it was, apparently, because he began rhythmically sucking that nipple and flicking it with periodic swipes of his tongue. She squirmed against him, the hot, liquid desire pooling between her thighs, opening and readying her for him. She wanted, she needed, and oh, yes, he pushed the big, hard bulge of his erection against her and began pressing against her in the same rhythm that his mouth used on her.
    A flash fire of sensation raced through her veins, and she was so close to coming, just from his mouth on her breast. So close, oh, how could she be so aroused so fast, and then he bit down gently on her nipple and his fingers pinched her other nipple, hard, at the same time, and she cried out.
    The heat, oh, the heat, the sheer driving, pounding force of her need was climbing through her and demanding more and more. More of the incredible sensation.
    More of him.
    Tiernan was nearly crazed with the wanting, it was so powerful. Never, ever had she felt anything even close to this before. Desperate, she pulled at his head until he released her nipple with a wet, sucking pop that she felt all the way down to her toes.
    He looked up at her and his eyes were glowing emerald flames. “Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
    “I want you,” was all she could manage. “I want you now, I need you, oh, please oh, please.”
    He carefully released her, until her feet were on the ground again, and she had to lean back against the tree to hold herself up since her wobbly knees were not cooperating. Then he Atlantis Redeemed – Warriors of Poseidon 05
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    stared at her, his gaze sweeping from her flushed face and swollen lips to her breasts that were still bare, her hard nipples so swollen that every breath of the cold wind touching them built her arousal even further. He gently pulled her sweater down.
    “So you don’t get a chill,” he said tenderly, and she was bewildered, trying to make sense of his words. Was he stopping?
    “What? What? But I thought we—”
    “Oh, we definitely are,” he said, grinning wolfishly, and even in the dark she could see the gleam of his teeth. He dropped to his knees on the leaves at her feet and in seconds had stripped her jeans and panties down to her ankles. Before she could take a breath, or think, or move, he caught her hips in his hands and put his mouth on her.
    At the first touch of his hot, clever, skillful tongue on her clitoris, she cried out again, and then she couldn’t scream, couldn’t even catch her breath as he licked her and sucked her and swirled his tongue around her until she was almost crying with pleasure.
    “Please, please, please, please,” she begged, repeating the word until it was meaningless sound, just a wordless plea, and then it didn’t matter, she couldn’t talk, because he put his fingers inside her and drove them in and out, in and out, and began sucking with the same rhythm and pressure he’d used on her nipple. Mere seconds later, the pressure and pleasure and passion rocketed through her body and exploded out the top of her head and she screamed again, calling out his name, as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had in her life took her up and over and into the universe.
    She lost consciousness or at least went fuzzy for a few seconds, and when she blinked her way back, he was cradling her in his arms, gently kissing her forehead. She flushed when she realized her pants were hanging down around her ankles, and her bra was still unfastened under her sweater.
    “I—” She had to stop for a calming breath. “I have no words for how amazing that was. But I need to get dressed.”
    He laughed. “I am very happy to have pleased you so well,” he said, and there was plenty of smug male satisfaction in his voice.
    She had to grin. After all, he deserved to feel satisfied. Wow. “The scent of wilderness