Her nipples go hard, the peaks dark brown and thick. My mouth waters to taste them, but I’m not going to make this quick. “All the way off,” I tell her.
She shoves the dress past her hips, and it pools at her ankles. She steps out of it, then stands in front of me wearing only her underwear and heels. Her long brown hair has fallen forward to cover her tits, and while I like the mermaid-Venus look she’s got going, I want to see her. I want to see everything.
“Move your hair and take off your panties.” I watch as she nervously tosses her hair over her shoulders, then works the black silk down her long, thick thighs. I groan like a starving man before a feast when I see her thick curls. She’s all natural, and I can almost smell her arousal from here.
“Leave your shoes on,” I tell her. “Now turn around.”
She does as I say and then kind of looks over her shoulder at me. “What now?” she asks, her voice raspy and thick.
“Bend over,” I tell her. “Put your hands on my bed and spread your legs. I want to see you. Show me your ass, your pussy. Everything.”
She does as I command, even wiggling her ass a little to show me she’s getting into it.
I can’t see much at this distance, but I’ve got her out of her head and focused on one thing at a time. “Good girl,” I growl. “You’re my good fucking girl, aren’t you?”
I take a step closer and palm her ass. “This,” I pant, puffing soft breaths against her ass cheek. “Is mine. I said I want you to show me what’s mine. Show me, Poppy.”
She moans softly, then climbs onto the bed. She lies back against the pillows.
“What?” I ask. “You going to show me how bad you want me, or do I have to take what I want?”
She doesn’t say a word, but her cheeks bloom red and her lips part. “Look,” she whispers. “Look what you do to me.”
She opens her legs a little.
“Wider,” I demand.
She obeys.
“Fucking wider,” I bark, nearly feral with anticipation. “Show me what I do to you, Poppy. Show me what’s mine.”
She opens her legs and shyly puts her hand over her pussy. “I’m so, so wet for you.” She says it quietly, but her eyes are molten chocolate. Her nipples are erect, and my cock leaps at the sight of her.
“You’re not shy for me, Poppy. I know you’re not shy.” I stare at her pussy, arousal knifing through my gut. I want her. I want to claim her, part her legs and drive myself so deep into her heat that I lose my sanity. And I will. But she’s got to be ready. She’s got to want it.
“What should I do?” she asks.
I cross my arms over my chest and glare at her. “Show me what’s mine,” I demand again.
She moves her fingers, shyly at first, parting herself until I see the fucking promised land.
“I’m going to take what’s mine, you hear me?” I ask.
She nods. “Phantom, please. I need…”
The words die on her lips when I drop onto the mattress and plant my face between her legs. I grip the sides of her hips and lap her, tasting every bit of wetness, every drop of her need.
“Fuck me, you taste good.” I grunt against her mound, finding her clit and sucking it between my lips.
She groans and bucks, but I hold her firm, forcing myself to slow way, way down. I lick and suck her, trailing my fingers through her dense curls. I squeeze her thighs so hard I’m afraid I’ll leave marks, but she presses her thighs open, wide for me, so I’m sure I’m giving her exactly what she wants.
She starts moaning, working her hips and clutching at my hair, but I’m not going to let her come so fast.Using every ounce of my self-control, I pull my face from her pussy and lick and nibble the insides of her thighs.
“Phantom,” she begs, “please, I need you. Need this.”
I finally reach between her legs and slide my fingers against her soft skin. “Fuck me,” I grunt, lost to anything but want and need. My body is on autopilot until I slide so deep inside her, I nearly come undone.
“Phantom,” she moans out my name, but she goes weak, giving in completely to my touch.
