Fucking finally.
I feel every ridge inside her, pistoning my fingers slow and steady. When I let her come, she’s going to explode.
I start to feel her arc against me, her walls tightening and every breath ending in a whimpering purr, and I slowly slide my fingers out.
“No,” she cries as I leave her alone on the bed, untouched and trembling. “What are you doing?”
I strip off my clothes in record time and grab a rubber from my bedside table.
“Wait,” she says. “What about you?”
“That’s a good girl.” I grin. I toss the foil packet onto the bed beside her and climb up, my erection centered over her mouth. “I want to watch you suck me. Do you know how to suck cock, angel?”
She licks her lips, and I wonder for a second if I’ve said too much, pushed her too far. But she doesn’t show any signs of pulling back. In fact, she moves one hand to cup my shaft and angles my dick toward her lips.
Lying on her back with me balanced on my knees over her, she licks and kisses my erection, swirling her tongue along the sensitive ridge under the head of my cock.
I try to keep still, letting her get used to my size, my body, but I’ve wanted this woman for too long. Waited too long for release. I feel my cock pulse, and I know I’m close, so I pull out and sleeve up.
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell her. I drop onto the mattress beside her and lie on my back. “Ride me, take me, do whatever you need to come, but I don’t want you to stop until you come.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she says, a look of nervousness passing over her face.
I reach my hand between her legs and take some of the wetness from her pussy, then slip my fingers between her lips. “Taste that?” I ask her. “You want this, and it’s yours for the taking, babe. I don’t care if it takes all night. Fuck me until you come.”
She swallows and licks herself from my fingers, and I pray to fuck I can hold out as long as she needs. She leans down and kisses my lips, then straddles my hips.
“You’re in charge,” I tell her, my hands at my sides. “You tell me what to do, and I obey.”
“Squeeze me a little?” she asks.
“Where?” I ask. “Nipples? Tits? Clit?”
She pinches her nipples between her fingers. “Like this.”
I reach up and gently take her nips in my fingers. I roll them between my thumbs and index fingers, slow and easy. I add a little pressure but no speed, juststroking and tweaking, working those tips until a bright flush blooms on Poppy’s chest.
She swallows, her breaths coming fast, her eyes wide and full of intensity. She wants me. She wants this. And when she slides down on top of my cock, I have to hold back the roar that climbs up my throat.
She is tight, wet, and as soon as she’s seated on my dick, I want to thrust hard, fuck her senseless. But I hold back. I want her to need this. To drive out the fear, the thoughts, the worries. The memories. I want there to be nothing between us. Nothing stopping or controlling what we are to each other.
“Fuck me, Poppy,” I say, and I can’t help if it sounds like begging.
She rolls her hips slowly over me, her thigh muscles tensing, her head thrown back. Her lips part, and she arches her chest forward, causing me to tug her nipples even harder. She whimpers, a gorgeous sound that’s so hot with arousal, my cock leaps in response. But I control my breaths and just watch as she moves shyly at first. But then slowly, agonizingly slowly, she picks up speed.
She starts to grind on me then, lowering her hands to use my chest for leverage.
“Fuck me,” I demand, begging, pleading, ordering. “Fuck me hard, Poppy.”
Her nails claw into my shoulders, and I don’t let up my hold on her nipples, tweaking, twisting, until finally, her whole body tenses and she opens her eyes to stare me in the face.
“I’m going to come,” she tells me, and I take a handand pull her face to mine, opening my mouth and kissing her so every moan, every cry of my name, lands right against my lips.
I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for this moment. A lifetime for this woman.
And we’re just getting started.
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