“Trust me, I want that, too,” I told Poppy with a wry smile. “Come here.”
He went willingly limp as I cradled him into position—his head on my chest, face tilted up so I could see him. I snaked my arm on top of his to reposition his hand. I only had to move it a couple inches lower for him to comprehend what I wanted. Poppy flashed a small, mischievous smile as his palm roameddown my stomach, over that trail of hair, and paused at the base of my hard cock. Even the slightest movement of air brushing against my hot skin was enough to make me grit my teeth in anticipation.
“This is all you want?” Poppy asked, clearly willing to do much more. But I wasn’t being modest. Being face to face with him while he touched me sounded like the most beautiful thing in the world.
“Yeah,” I rasped, smiling fondly at him. “Mostly I want to look at you.”
His eyes, wet and shiny, flashed with emotion. “You can look at me whenever you want!”
I felt another pang of guilt. I’d wasted so much timenotlooking at him when he was right there in front of me. Six fucking seasons of that stupid game show... and I was too stubborn to appreciate my most precious person.
But not anymore.
“Poppy,” I murmured. “I want to spend the rest of my life looking at you. Nothing would make me happier than to have you right in front of my eyes forever.”
The words rolled over him like a slow wave. His expression went from gentle fondness to delirious with joy. As the emotion burst free of him, he laughed. The tears in the corners of his eyes grew fat and rolled down his cheeks.
“This is real, right?” Poppy asked.
“I promise it’s real. Pinch me if you want.”
“It doesn’t work like that. I have to pinch myself.”
“I’m not letting you pinch yourself,” I grumbled.
He chuckled, then relented by resting his head on my chest. “Okay, I believe you.”
Making sure to keep him comfortable, I tilted his head up so I could see his face. Just like his scent, the sight of him was addictive. And as his slender fingers slowly wrapped aroundthe base of my cock, I realized his touch was addictive, too. His sweet voice, the taste of him... everything. Poppy embodied perfection for all my senses. I could live ten lifetimes and still not get enough of him.
“My mate...”
The words slipped out of me. It felt natural. Itwasnatural.
Poppy took in a small, sharp breath. His big doe eyes were pure liquid as he gazed up at me, glistening like pools in the darkness.
But he didn’t speak. Instead, his fingers danced up along the underside of my shaft, shooting electric sparks through my body. I inhaled with a hiss through my teeth. All my nerves were alive, begging for his touch. I felt like I’d fucking die if he stopped.
Poppy’s fingers curled around my cock, gently cupping it in his palm. He dragged his thumb up towards my head, then teased my leaking slit. I almost clenched my eyes shut, but his haunting gaze trapped me. Almost as if to say:You wanted to look at me. So look.
Panting hard, I stared into his mesmerizing eyes. I was bewitched by them while completely at the mercy of his skilled hand. I knew inherently Poppy had never slept with anyone except me—just like I had never strayed from him—so our sexual experience was evenly matched. Yet Poppy knew exactly what I liked, what turned me on. As if that knowledge was pure instinct.
His strokes fell into a steady rhythm. Waves of pleasure crashed over me like a tide beating relentlessly against the shore. I was far too close to the edge. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Poppy,” I pleaded. “Kiss me. Please.”
He angled his head and brushed his cloud-soft lips against mine. A moan escaped me, slipping into his mouth as our tongues met. The wet heat whipped my senses into a frenzy.Even the smallest stimulation felt like a hot brand of pure pleasure.
As Poppy’s tongue tangled with mine and his fingers worked my sensitive cock, I started to lose control. The burning tangle of nerves below my stomach began to unravel. My body trembled, tensing before the incoming storm hit me.
I moaned and whimpered into Poppy’s mouth. He didn’t need to be told I was close—he could read me like a book. The rhythm of his strokes quickened, and he delved deeper into my mouth, his tongue wrapping around mine like a snake before he sucked the tip of it.
White starbursts exploded behind my eyes. My back arched as a primal snarl ripped from my throat, raw and shameless and barely human. Pleasure soaked my entire being as rapid-fire aftershocks rocked my frame.
When I was finally spent, I wheezed for air. My eyes blearily opened and blinked as I gasped for breath. Poppy beamed, grinning proudly at me. He reminded me of a perfect full moon on a black night. A beautiful glowing beacon that cast its light on the world.
I kissed Poppy again, pouring all my affection into him. I don’t know how long we kissed for. It was never enough. But we needed to breathe, so we pulled apart with a pair of content sighs, collapsing into bed.
Poppy nuzzled against my neck in a wolfish manner. I smiled and petted his hair until he finally found a cozy position.
