His words were cut off with a cracked moan that started low and stifled before it hit a crescendo, unfurling into the ultimate cry of pleasure. While the sound filled my ears like music, Poppy unloaded down the back of my throat. I felt my frayed pulse pounding in my skull as I swallowed everything he had to offer.
Gentle as ever, Poppy tried to pull out halfway through his orgasm, but I didn’t let him. I dug my fingers harder into his hips to hold him in place. Air be damned, I was going to suck him down all the way if it killed me.
He didn’t stop writhing through the final shocks of pleasure. When I was certain I’d swallowed the last drop, I pulled off ofhim with a wet pop. I managed to grin up at him while catching my breath.
Poppy whined in embarrassment as he covered his flushed face. “Why didn’t you let me pull out? You could’ve died!”
I rolled my eyes. “Please. It’ll take more than guzzling your cum to kill me.”
He squeaked and covered his eyes, too. I laughed harder. After wiping my mouth on the closest piece of discarded clothing, I crawled up towards the pillows.
“Was that good?” I asked Poppy, grinning because I already knew the answer.
He shyly dropped his hands at a snail’s pace. When he met my gaze, his eyes were crystal clear and full of fondness.
“Yes... it felt amazing,” he murmured. “Thank you.”
I snorted, then grabbed his hand to kiss his knuckles. “Don’t thank me, you dork. I live and breathe to pleasure you.”
Poppy released another tiny squeak of surprise, and his eyes widened to the size of plates. “Y-you can’t say stuff like that...”
“Why the hell not?”
He squirmed. “Because... it makes me too happy.”
“Well, I want you to be fuckin’ happy, all right?” I shot back. “In fact, that’sallI want.”
Poppy buried his face in my shoulder, letting out a fond whimper. “Viol... you’re too kind.”
“Nobody else in the damned world is saying that except you, Poppy,” I teased while stroking his hair.
“But it’s true! They don’t know you—”
“Like you do?” I interjected.
His eyes flashed. Then he nodded firmly. “Yes. Exactly.”
I felt a rush of affection for him, but what else was new? I carded my fingers through his silky hair, staring at him all the while.
“Let’s keep it that way,” I said quietly. “You’re so fucking special to me. You’re the only one I want to share these feelings with.”
Poppy inhaled a large breath, then released it. Despite his softness, he looked determined and strong.
He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something deep and important before he gasped and said, “Oh! You didn’t come yet!”
I burst into a laugh, then threw an arm around Poppy’s shoulder and held him close. He was so fucking cute that I couldn’t resist the urge to ruffle his fluffy hair.
“Not yet, though I was pretty damn close a couple of times,” I admitted. I still felt the strain of my erection, now overly sensitive from being ignored. It wouldn’t take much to get me there.
Poppy squirmed out of my grasp and started to shuffle down the bed, but I stopped him and shook my head. He blinked at me. “You don’t want me to, um, return the favor?” he asked.
The mental image made me shiver with delight.
“Another time? Absolutely. Just not right now,” I said.
Poppy looked disappointed. “But I want to do something for you, Viol.”
That made me swallow. Knowing Poppy wanted to pleasure me was like winning the lottery. But I was way too close to handle a blowjob right now, and besides, I had something different in mind.
