This is so much better than bobbing for apples.
As soon as my tongue finds her clit, she gasps and lifts herself off my face.
“Too much?” I ask.
But Poppy shakes her head. “No, just... surprising. Let’s try again.”
I smile at her—until she smothers me with her sweet heat again. And this time, when I lick her perfect round clit, she moans and presses herself harder against me. I alternate between licking and sucking, then sink my tongue inside her, making her whole body jerk. For a moment, I fear I’ve gone too far.
At least, until she lets her head fall back and moans so hard that her breath sends one of the floating candles onto a new trajectory. She rides my face harder, and I reach up to wrap my hands around her thighs so I can use leverage to sink my tongue even deeper inside her, tasting her. Her pussy walls are slick and soft, and I nearly cum without her even touching me.
Hold it back. Hold it back.
Suddenly, her body goes rigid, her breath catching. Then she’s cumming, right on my mouth.
I lap at her, my cock throbbing with every moan that leaves her lips. Her pussy tastes amazing, and I’m not going to waste a single drop.
She grinds herself into me, though she’s still careful not to catch herself on my tusks. And when she’s done, her legs trembling on either side of my head while her chest heaves, she tips her head down to look at me and says, “Now show me how to do that for you.”
Chapter 38
Poppy
USING MY HANDS ON ARIC was scary enough, but now that I’m on my knees in front of him, his cock bobbing as he strokes it, I realize that wasnothing. But my muscles are still spasming from having his tongue inside me, and I want to do this for him. I just hope I can do it right.
“Tell me what to do,” I tell him, shifting on my knees atop the cool leaf-strewn grass.
“Hold my dick with one hand,” he says, voice soft as he guides me.
I take hold of him in one hand, and he reaches down to adjust my fingers so I’m holding him closer to his base.
“Now start slow. Do what feels right. You don’t have to go fast or hard. Just explore.”
The head of his cock is hot and flushed with color, and he’s hard in my hand. He’s sobig, I have no idea how I’ll ever open my jaw wide enough to take him into my mouth. Soinstead, I start by licking him, tentatively at first, my tongue trailing along the underside of his cock, then up and over his head. He groans immediately and reaches back with one hand to support himself against the old oak, which I think is a good sign.
So I do it again, dragging my tongue along his smooth shaft. And with every pass of my tongue over his cock, he starts to breathe just a bit harder.
I adjust in the leaves again, still wet from how hard he made me cum, and add a second hand so I can wrap my fingers all the way around his cock. Then I try something different: I slowly ease my lips over his glistening head and suck, just a little.
“Fuck,” Aric says on a moan.
He likes it, I think, and with every shuddering breath Aric takes, more of my nervousness starts to fall away.
I start a rhythm of licking him, then sucking on his tip, getting just a bit more of him into my mouth with every pass. I play with how hard I can suck and how deep I can take him—which isn’t very deep, but itismy first time giving head.
I’m giving head, I realize with a jolt.Like the characters in my novels.
While silly, the realization excites me. I’d started to wonder if I would always be alone in life—boys have always liked the girls who aren’t anything like me—but Aric sees me for who I am, for what my truth is, and he wants me not in spite of it, butbecauseof it.
Don’t cry, I tell myself.This is not the time.
My lips encase Aric’s tip again, and I add a stroke of my hands down his length at the same time. The sound he makes is part moan, part choked breath. So I do it again.
In my hands and mouth, his cock gets harder, which I didn’t think possible.
Above me, still using the oak for support, Aric says, “I’m about to cum.”
There’s a brief moment where I consider pulling away—I’ve never tasted cum before—but when I cast my gaze upward at Aric and see how undone he looks, with his topknot loose and his face pinched in what looks like a mixture of pleasure and pain, I decide that I want to do this.
