Rosaline set her phone down beside her, within easy reach. “The battery is good for five hours of continuous use.” Rosaline smiled deviously. “I made sure it was charged. Theoretically, I could make you come over and over and over again, if I wanted.”
Five hours of—Poppy groaned and dug her head into the pillow, fingers scrambling against the comforter for purchase. She was already half out of her mind. Screw five hours; it wouldn’t take five minutes to drive her out of her mind entirely.
“For what it’s worth, I have the utmost faith that it won’t take you five hours to get me off.” Rosaline knee-walked farther up the bed, setting her hands on the headboard. “How does all that sound?”
Poppy let out a slow, deliberate exhale and tried to relax. The vibrations weren’t intense, but they were distracting, jolts of pleasure licking at her spine. As many times as Rosaline wanted. Christ. She hated to ask, but... “What if I can’t? What if it’s—”
“Snap your fingers and everything stops,” Rosaline promised.“Otherwise, I’ll be the one to decide what you can handle.” With gentle fingers, she brushed the hair off Poppy’s forehead and tucked it behind her ears. “I’m still taking care of you, remember?”
She swallowed past the lump blossoming in her throat, doing her best to put the pressure building in her core out of her mind. Without any friction on her clit, Poppy was trapped, stuck in a holding pattern, a state of limbo so close to the edge she could taste it, but not close enough to fall off. She could always reach down and touch herself, but her clit was swollen to the extent of almost hurting if she touched it. “Can I please make you come now?”
Rosaline shuddered softly, eyes slipping shut. “Well, seeing as you asked so nicely.”
Hands braced on the headboard, Rosaline widened her stance, hovering over Poppy’s face, so close, but so far and—
Fuck it. Patience fractured, Poppy surged up, the muscles of her stomach burning as she crunched forward slightly, burying her face in Rosaline’s cunt, her nose in the neatly trimmed thatch of curls between her thighs. She ran the flat of her tongue up Rosaline’s slit, giving her a broad lick.
A breathless laugh escaped Rosaline’s lips, hips jerking. “Jesus.”
Poppy turned her head, burying a smile against the crease of Rosaline’s thigh, the place where her leg met her body, her scent here strong and perfect, perfume faint and fading, mingling with the smell of sex, all muted musk and clean sweat, making Poppy’s mouth water and her head swim, dizzy with desire.
Hands wrapping around Rosaline’s thighs, skin soft and muscles firm beneath Poppy’s fingers, Poppy dragged her down, dragged her close, tongue dipping inside her cunt, earning her the sweetest-sounding gasp for her trouble.
Rosaline had said she’d be the one to decide what Poppy couldhandle, but she had no idea the depths of Poppy’s desperation, how badly shewantedthe full weight of Rosaline against her, wanted to be wholly and completely at her mercy, to show her just howgoodshe could be, wanted,achedto hear Rosaline say the words.
With the tip of her tongue, she gave Rosaline’s clit a teasing lick.
“Yourmouth.” Rosaline groaned. “I knew it would—would be, but I—I didn’t—” Her voice broke when Poppy wrapped her lips around the bundle and sucked. A shudder wracked Rosaline’s body, her abdomen tensing, twitching. “Fuck.”
Inside her, the vibrator sped, the sudden change in intensity tearing a gasp from her throat, the sound muffled against Rosaline’s flesh. Sweat beaded along her hairline, the muscles in her thighs and stomach tensing, toes curling, and, with an intensity that stole her breath, her body turned itself inside out, brain short-circuiting. All she could do was close her eyes and ride it out and pray it didn’t actually kill her, her heart pounding in a way she was pretty sure wasn’t healthy.
She turned her head and whined into the crook of Rosaline’s hip. “I can’t.”
Rosaline shushed her sweetly, one hand leaving the headboard, stroking her hair. “You can. You’re okay. You’re doing so good.” She rolled her hips, dragging her pussy against Poppy’s mouth. “Sogood.”
Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her, insides fluttering, clenching around the amazing,awful, still-buzzing toy, but it was the praise that made her squirm. Made her want to try harder. Do better. She fastened her lips around Rosaline’s clit and flicked her tongue fast and hard, determined to make her come becauseshecouldn’t. Not again. No matter what Rosaline said, it would wreck her, send her splintering into a million little pieces she’d never, ever be able to put back together.
“You’re—oh, fucking hell, Poppy, you’re—god,you’re perfect,” Rosaline babbled, rocking down against Poppy’s mouth. “Feels so—” She sucked in a sharp breath. “Good. I’m so close.”
Fuck, so was Poppy. Everything south of her belly button went molten, and the flimsy, gossamer-thin thread holding together snapped, the pleasure rolling through her so good, so sharp it almost hurt. A blissful sort of agony that made her eyes prickle and her vision blur, her fingers digging hard into Rosaline’s hips.
Rosaline bolted upright with a sharp cry, hips jerking and thighs quaking. After a moment she listed to the side and reached for her phone with a trembling hand, taking mercy on Poppy and shutting off the vibrator just as she passed the point of oversensitivity.
One hand still on the headboard, Rosaline rose up onto her knees and climbed over Poppy, settling into the space beside her. She leaned in and brushed her mouth against Poppy’s, a sweet kiss that curled Poppy’s toes and took her breath away. She pressed her lips to the corner of Poppy’s mouth, her jaw, the lobe of her ear, the tender space behind it. Chaste little connect-the-dot kisses that made Poppy melt into the mattress. Everywhere her lips could reach without moving down the bed, Rosaline kissed. Task complete, Rosaline flopped back against the pillows with a shuddering sigh. Her lids were heavy and her green eyes soft as she reached out, thumb sweeping against Poppy’s cheekbone. “Was that okay?”
Her heart squeezed dangerously. Was itokay? Poppy huffed. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that question.” As if Rosaline hadn’t made her come so hard she was pretty sure the fabric of the universe had torn, creating a rift in the cosmos, the consequences of which were yet to be discovered. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“Considering my brain may or may not still be leaking out my ears,okayis an understatement.”
Poppy snorted. “Sexy.”
Rosaline tapped the tip of Poppy’s nose with her finger, making her go cross-eyed. She chuckled softly. “You realize I wasn’t planning on actuallysittingon your face, right?”
Poppy scooted closer. The pillow under her cheek smelled like citrus and musk, rose and patchouli. Like Rosaline’s perfume and sex—if Poppy could bottle the smell she would. Spray it all over her room, bathe in it. Cash would probably have something to say about that, but he could consider it payback for all those times he’d picked her up back in high school with his funky ass, sweat- and sock-smelling gym bag in the back seat instead of the trunk where it belonged.
“It’s called facesitting,not facehovering,” Poppy pointed out. “I don’t believe in doing things halfway.”
“Hm, no. You really don’t, do you?” Rosaline grinned and reached out, winding a sweaty strand of Poppy’s hair around her finger before tucking it behind Poppy’s ear. “I almost crushed you with my thighs. You could’ve suffocated. What would I have told the police? Theheadlines, Poppy? I’d have an unmitigated PR disaster on my hands all because of your hubris.”
