Now, I’m rolling over onto my back, my hands gripping her waist so she follows and ends up straddling my hard length. She nips at my jaw and my neck with her mouth, drawing another moan from me.
“Can you show me how to…” Poppy whispers, a flush spreading up her chest to her cheeks, matching the pink shade of her lips. I reach over to grab one of the fifty thousand condoms I got for Christmas off the nightstand, ripping the package open with my teeth.
“I’d love nothing more,” I say, as I roll on the condom before guiding her down onto me. She sits upright and closes her eyes as she takes me inch by inch. But mine are wide open, and I’m unable to tear them away from the sight of my cock disappearing into her perfect cunt.
Once she’s seated on me fully, her eyes snap open and she locks her gaze on mine as I guide her hips into a rocking motion.
“How’s this?” She asks, keeping up the movements I showed her.
“You’re a fast learner,” I manage to grit out, even as my release is threatening to erupt from me at any moment.
I’ve learned with Poppy that under the right circumstances, all control I once possessed gets thrown by the wayside, and just a look from her can have me coming undone.
I find her hands and intertwine my fingers through hers, letting her use me to steady herself as she continues to rock her hips, pumping me with her tight, slick opening. I push my hips up into her, countering every one of her movements until we find a rhythm together, so in sync, so connected with each other.
We’re both panting and sweaty when her walls clench around me, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her orgasm rips through her. Her whole body convulses, but all I can focus on is how her pussy squeezes my cock, pulsing around me.
She cries out as she finishes, quickly regaining control so she can focus on fucking me until we’ve both been satisfied.
She’s so fucking tight, and I’m so goddamned close.
“Oh god, I’m gonna…” I can’t even finish my sentence before I’m pumping into her, my vision flashing with a blinding white light. Poppy flops over, laying curled on top of me, before easing herself off my length.
Our chests heave in tandem, breathing ragged after the letdown of our release.
Eventually, she untangles herself from me and lays back on the mattress, completely spent. I managed to lift myselfand prop myself up on one elbow to look at her, arms behind her head, her perfect tits bare and uncovered.
I lean down and kiss them, taking a moment to sweep my tongue around each of her pert nipples. Goosebumps scatter over her ribs, and she lets out a soft giggle at the sensation.
The sound of her laughter reenergizes me, and even though I’m wrung dry, I find myself crawling on top of her, trailing kisses down her ribs, her abdomen, and ducking my head below the blanket.
Her pussy is still swollen and wet, and I lap at her, licking up every sweet drop and then silently begging her for more. She tastes sweet, and I think if ever I had to choose a last meal, it would be her.
I make her come again, easily, quickly, and even more intense than the last one. When she’s finished, I lay my head on her abdomen and close my eyes as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“Are you tired of this yet?” I ask her, turning to look up at her from where I’m laying between her legs. We’ve been fucking like this for damn near twenty-four hours.
She shakes her head no.
“Just. Need. Fuel.” She breathes out in a broken sentence.
I hop out of bed and snatch my boxers up off the floor and put them on.
“Can I make you breakfast?”
The question easily slipped out, as if it’s something I say every day. But I’ve never offered to make a woman breakfast before Poppy. And now I’ll have made her breakfast twice. The way I feel about her is like a runaway train, and there isn’t anything I can do to stop it.
“No groceries.” Poppy turns over and props her head up on her hand. “I couldn’t get any while I was under the weather, I just ordered in.”
“Is the café open?” I ask.
“Not yet. We open later Sundays, but the coffee should be ready,” she explains, flopping her head back down on the pillow and closing her eyes.
I head towards the front door.
“Get a couple danishes from the case while you’re down there,” she calls from the bedroom.
I don’t bother getting dressed, I’m just going to run down quickly and get what I need. The café will be empty, and I can secure the danishes and get out.
