“You,” she yells.
“I what? Let me hear it, Poppy.”
“You own my pussy.”
“Ah, fuuuck.” With her submission and hearing those words come out of her mouth, I fucking lose it. My balls seize to the most epic orgasm of all orgasms as I fill her with cum.
I thrust deep as I ride it out, eventually holding still as it overtakes me, shooting more into her with each throb of my cock, until the last pulse finishes me off.
“Fuck, Poppy. That was… so… fucking… good.”
“That was… something else. I just…” Her head shakes into the crook of my neck.
I give her a minute to formulate words, but she doesn’t finish.
“You just what?”
“Is it always like this?” she blurts. “Is this normal, or is it because I’m not asseasonedas everyone else?”
I lean back into the bed at the same time I lift her chest to look at her. “Hey, listen to me. No. It’s not always like this. And it has nothing to do with your experience. Whatever this is between us… it’s something more. It’s just as good for me—better than it’s ever been, in fact.” I rub my thumb along her jaw. “And we’re only getting started.”
17
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Poppy
How can one weekend have me reevaluating everything I thought I knew about Braden? I was sad to say goodbye this morning. I’m not sure how it happened, but he’s nudged his way into my world.
We did end up fucking like rabbits, but we also talked, laughed, took walks, played board games of all things, and read together while snuggling in bed. It’s exactly what I want in a real relationship.
His comments show he wants something more, but he hasn’t been specific. He said this wasn’t just a booty call, but I’m not sure exactly what that means, and am more confused than ever.
I’ve started to fall for Owen, and now I’m in the same boat with Braden, if not further. The difference is that Owen is someone who’s looking for long-term and lives here, while there’s no way of knowing if Braden is capable of a relationship or if we can overcome the distance issue. He’s a partner at his law firm, and I couldn’t move away from Bozeman. Could I?
If I did, I’d be leaving my parents, but Grayson will be homesoon, so they would have him. I’m doing well in real estate but could do that anywhere. Plus, Cici’s in San Diego, and I could absolutely fit in with her friends.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m way ahead of myself. This is why I shouldn’t do casual sex. Look at me, I’m practically planning a move across the country for a guy I’ve slept with on three separate occasions and known for four months, while disliking him for two of those.
All day, I’ve been ruminating over the situation, analyzing every little detail from the weekend, to what Braden said or did to our goodbye. I’ve been trying to decide whether he seemed relieved to go or reluctant.
After tidying up and attempting to distract myself by reading, I’m startled by a ping from my phone. It’s Braden, and I’m immediately giddy as a smile takes over.
Braden: I’m home and missing you already.
Poppy: Glad you made it safe. Thank you for a great weekend. I finished the three chapters. Did you?
He misses me. That means something, right? I don’t know that I’m prepared to say it back, though. It’s too vulnerable, and I’m not sure I completely trust his motives. I want to… but I’m not ready yet.
Braden: Yes, and you can’t go further without me. Do you want to read for an hour every night?
Poppy: Yeah, but let’s start tomorrow?
Braden: Why? Do you have a hot date?
Poppy: Something like that ;)
Braden: You better not…
