The velvety skin of her thighs was quivering and shaking furiously next to my face, so I surrendered her clit and pressed a sloppy-wet kiss on the skin there. I wanted to know what she tasted like everywhere.

I turned my attention back to the pretty, pink flesh that needed to be worshiped, that was begging to be adored, and told her to lean back so I could replace my plunging fingers with my questing tongue. She took the direction as I put my hands on her hips so I could hold her to my face as I proceeded to fuck her senseless with my mouth. Just the tips of her toes were touching the tile as she rolled her head from side to side as pleasure assaulted her. She stopped trying to cover up and used the hand that was on her chest to rub across the still-stiff and swollen peaks of her breasts. It was so fucking hot that my sleepy and spent dick started to wake up.

She started to pant and the hand that was tangled in my hair tightened to the point that it was almost painful. Her legs tightened around my ears and I could feel the flood of her desire coat my tongue as it thrust in and out of her. She was close, but not quite there, and I was determined to take her over the edge before I put to use the erection that was making itself known between my legs. I felt like I was a man that was on the verge of starving and she was the only thing that would assuage the hunger.

“Honey, I need you to help me make you feel good.” Her wild, whiskey-hued eyes landed on mine as she continued to writhe against me. “I need you to touch yourself, just like I touch you.” I ran my thumb along the crease of her leg. “It’ll be so much better that way.”

Her eyes widened as she stared down at me. I was asking her to be an active participant in her own orgasm, which was very different from me simply getting her off or taking her to bed. She had to be an active participant in her own pleasure and that might be pushing boundaries she wasn’t ready to cross yet.

I leaned forward so I could give her a long lick, my tongue circling that tender spot that made her whole body bend toward me. “Trust me, honey.”

She blinked at me a couple times and then slowly nodded. I grinned up at her before putting my mouth back between her legs, my tongue going as deep and filling up the space my cock was begging for a shot at. She skimmed her hand over her chest and down over her taut belly. I could see the way it shook but eventually it dipped between those luscious legs and found the place between those petal-soft lips where all her pleasure was centered, tender and waiting for the dam to break.

She stroked as I swirled.

She flicked as I fucked.

She rolled as I rubbed.

We moved in perfect harmony, in sync in a way that shouldn’t be possible for two people that were just starting to learn what the other liked. It was simple really: I liked her and she liked me, so whatever we did to one another worked and felt really goddamn good.

I felt her muscles start to flutter. I watched her legs go stiff and her golden skin go pink. She was about to lose control and I could feel the rush of her release all around me. She said my name, then she yelled it until it was all I could hear. It echoed off the fancy bathroom walls and bounced back to us, so that I heard it over and over again as she came apart on the tip of my tongue.

She was delicious. Her pleasure was unlike anything I had ever had before. She was something I knew I would never tire of tasting, of teasing, of testing. I thought I knew who I was supposed to be with for the rest of my life … this moment with her was a startling realization that I had been woefully wrong. Poppy was what forever was supposed to feel like. I knew it all the way down to the bottom of my soul. If my tree was going to grow, it was because she showed up when I desperately needed someone to nurture it. I’d let it wither and die. She brought it back to life.

She wilted, boneless and heavy-limbed against the wall in front of me. I got to my feet and leaned into her, my cock happily tapping against the flat plane of her stomach.

I nuzzled my nose into the hollow of her neck, licking at her thundering pulse. Her chin lifted up and she put her arms around my shoulders. My eyes locked on hers, I asked her, “Are you ready to be all in with me, Poppy?”

I hefted her up and she wrapped around me the way she had been when we entered the room. I felt a grin kick up one corner of my mouth and her lips touched the divot that indented my cheek. She left a wet spot as the tip of her tongue playfully dipped into the center of it. “I’m all in, Wheeler.”

She let out a soft giggle as I carried her to the bed. I dropped her on the side and let out a string of dirty words when I realized my wallet was still in my coveralls that were in a dirty heap on the bathroom floor. I looked down at my straining dick, tempted to apologize, when Poppy saved the day by pointing at her purse and telling me to check the side pocket. When I gave her a questioning look she shrugged and told me, “I asked you to have sex with me, Wheeler. I wouldn’t have done that if I wasn’t ready in every sense of the word.”

Always surprising me and it was always in the best way possible.

I handed her the foil packet and watched with lowered lashes as she slowly and deliberately got me dressed for the party. The way she stuck her tongue out and bit the tip while she concentrated on rolling the latex down my length, combined with the soft pressure of her fingers, had me counting backward from twenty to avoid embarrassing myself.

She stared up at me when she was done, obviously waiting for me to crawl over her and claim her. Knowing that she probably had plenty of memories, all of them bad, of men rutting into and covering her up with their dominance and control. I didn’t want that for her. I wanted to give something to her, not just take.

I walked to the end of the bed and climbed into the center behind her. I crawled my way to the headboard and arranged myself so that my back was at the padded fabric with my legs stretched out in front of me and my cock sticking straight up like a beacon. I held out a hand, and after a moment where I could see her collecting herself, she took it and situated herself on my lap.

With little prompting she put her hands on my shoulders, her knees by my hips, and rose up over me so that the tip of my cock could tease her tender opening. The contact made us both gasp and her eyes slid shut. I grasped her rib cage on either side, feeling her breathe me in and exhale out anything bad that had been before me. I watched her face as she lowered herself down, slow and steady, feeling every inch of me take every part of her.

Her face was set in lines of concentration as her body adjusted to the invasion of mine. I felt her stretch and flex around me, muscles milking me as she took me farther in. When I bottomed out, when she had taken me as deep as I could go, her eyes flicked open and I watched pleasure chase away the fear that lived there. I wasn’t going to hurt her. I was going to let her control how this went even if her unhurried rocking back and forth had my balls aching and my dick twitching inside of her.




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