“I’d say screaming.” Rosaline shrugged the jacket off her shoulders and down her arms, letting it fall to the floor, forgotten. “But your mouth is going to be otherwise occupied.”
Poppy’s mouth went dry.
Stunningandgorgeousandbeautifulwere fine words, apt even, but they didn’t do Rosaline justice. She was a work of art, a canvas of shimmering golden skin and dark, delicate ink that wrapped around her arms, covering her from shoulder to wrist, a few smaller pieces on her ribs and above her left breast, just over her heart.
Like Poppy, she’d foregone a bra, the plunging neckline of her suit jacket not allowing for one. Now, jacket discarded, she was bare down to the waist, breasts full and high, no more than a handful andgoddid Poppy want her hands full.
“Did no one ever teach you it was impolite to stare?” Rosaline teased, crossing the room, hands dropping to the button of her pants.
Poppy sputtered out a laugh. “Pot, kettle.”
Maybe she was gawking, but Rosaline had just been looking at Poppy like she wanted to unhinge her jaw and swallow her whole.
“Well, you’re going to give a girl a complex,” Rosaline said, sliding her pants over her hips and down her thighs, leaving her in a pair of skimpy red underwear, a scrap of lace that left little to the imagination. A massive floral piece decorated her side, ink curling around the jut of her hip and trailing down to nearly her knee, grayscale like the rest of her tattoos and just as intricate. Poppy wanted to press her mouth to Rosaline’s skin, trace each and every swirl of ink on Rosaline’s body with the tip of her tongue.
“I was thinking you’re more beautiful than any painting I’ve ever seen.” More riveting too.
Rosaline’s footsteps faltered and she blushed prettily. “You must not be much of an art connoisseur.”
Maybe not, but like she’d told Rosaline once before... “I know what I like when I see it.”
Her blush deepened, skin turning the most alluring shade of pink, a flush that swept along the crests of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. “You’re sweet.” She rounded the bed and crouched in front of her nightstand, setting her phone on it, and opening the bottom drawer. “For what it’s worth, you’re prettier than any piece of artwork I’ve ever seen too.” Her smile turned sly. “You’re even prettier when you come.”
Poppy waited with bated breath as Rosaline turned back to the nightstand, riffling inside the drawer.
Rosaline let out a softaha!and rose from her crouch, a small, hot-pink egg vibrator in her hand.
“Here’s what I was thinking,” she said, crawling across the bed, kneeling beside Poppy. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. I want to see you.”
She let her thighs fall open and drew her knees apart, going the extra mile, reaching down and spreading herself open.
Rosaline’s eyes darkened as she stared. “So fucking pretty.” She reached a hand between Poppy’s thighs, sinking three fingers inside her heat, her thumb brushing Poppy’s clit. Poppy snapped her thighs together with a whimper.
“Sensitive?” Rosaline grabbed her knee, lifting and pressing it back, holding her open. She removed her thumb from Poppy’s oversensitive clit and curled her fingers inside Poppy harder. “Is this okay?”
Her legs shook and she could hear how wet she was, the slicksounds coming from between her thighs making her flush to the roots of her hair. “What happened to me touching you?”
“Patience, Poppy.” Rosaline withdrew her hand, fingers sliding out of Poppy’s cunt leaving her bereft, making her whimper. She reached for the egg vibrator and glided the silicone toy through Poppy’s folds. She pressed the vibrator inside of Poppy. “Still okay?”
She wriggled atop the duvet. “Peachy.”
Rosaline rose up onto her knees, tongue sweeping across her lips hungrily. Her thumbs slid under the sides of her panties and wiggled them down her thighs, revealing a dark, neatly trimmed thatch of curls that glistened in the light. “I was thinking I’d spare your poor, weak knees,” she said, throwing Poppy a cheeky smile and tossing a leg over her, straddling her chest, “and ride your face instead.”
Poppy’s mouth watered. Yes. That. She wanted that. She nodded quickly, eagerly, and reached out, skimming her hand up the inside of Rosaline’s thigh, skin silky smooth under her fingers. “You come up with the best plans.”
“I thought you’d like it,” she said, and Poppy tried to drag her down, drag her closer, hands wrapping around her hips. Rosaline covered Poppy’s hands with her own and smiled when she groaned impatiently. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
More than anything. “I do.”
Rosaline’s hips shifted restlessly above Poppy. The insides of her thighs glistened with arousal. “You’re going to make me come with that mouth I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since—” She shut one eye like she was thinking back, then huffed out a broken laugh, chin dropping to her chest. She raised her head, tongue swiping against her bottom lip before her mouthquirked in a small smile, her green eyes bright as she stared down at Poppy. “Since you answered the phone and shushed me.”
She choked on a laugh. “I didn’t. I was—”
Rosaline pressed a finger to Poppy’s lips and arched a brow. “Youare going to make me come with your mouth and until I do—” she reached for her phone, keyed in her passcode, and swiped at the screen, “I am going to makeyoucome. As many times as I want.”
Rosaline tapped the screen one more time and—
Poppy jolted, fingers spasming against Rosaline’s hips as the toy inside her flared to life, rumbling right against her G-spot. Her mouth fell open.
