She thought he was done, that she would have a reprieve, but he didn’t stop. He kissed his way back up her body, lingering on her stomach, her ribs, and the undersides of her breasts. He nipped gently at her shoulder, then soothed the spot with his tongue. He took his time, and somehow the slow return from the edge was nearly as intense as the fall itself. Poppy’s body trembled, over sensitized but hungry for every new touch.
As she lay catching her breath, she couldn’t believe how good her body felt. She’d just had the best sex of her life, and there had been no penetration. If this was how good he was without using what she’d already seen he was gifted with, she couldn’t wait to find out what he had in store for her. Thankfully, she didn’t think she’d have to wait long.
AJ had Poppy tied up, which was his usual M.O. It was easier than a woman accidentally touching him and then his senses being overwhelmed. But for the first time ever, he didn’t need his partner to be restrained. If Poppy hadn’t seemed so turned on by him saying he needed control, he wouldn’t have hertied up at all. His tie around her wrists was for her pleasure only, not out of necessity.
Part of him wanted to loosen the fabric just to know what it would feel like to have her hands on him, but since this would be the first time he’d ever have sex with someone without the barrier of a condom, he figured that would be enough of a sensory stimulant for now.
He rose to his knees and settled back onto his heels between her parted thighs. His fingers dug into Poppy’s hips as he tilted them up. Her pretty pussy was glistening from her juices, which he could still taste on his tongue. He was usually so sensitive to women’s scents, sometimes it was too much for him, and he couldn’t handle oral sex, but going down on Poppy had only served to waken an even more primal, savage beast instinct inside of him, he wanted to taste her, to lick up every drop of her. He wanted sweaty and dirty, which was very new territory for him. AJ reveled in the animalistic impulses she inspired.
His fingers ran up and down her slippery folds, gliding easily from her arousal. He took himself in his hand and replaced his finger with the head of his cock, running it up and down her slit. His eyes lifted and met hers.
“Are you sure you want?—”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Hearing her enthusiastic consent sent a lightning bolt straight through AJ to his balls. The word “yes,” repeated in her throaty soprano, banished any remaining hesitation. His cock grew impossibly hard in his fist, the sight of her, flushed and panting, wrists bound, hair fanned out like a halo, branded itself into his memory forever.
The tip of his shaft, already slick, slid through her folds in a slow, measured stroke that made him shake with restraint. He’d always been hyper-aware of every nuance in sensation, especially during sex, but this was beyond anything he’dexperienced. A synesthetic riot of texture, heat, and sound, her wetness so intense he could feel it all the way up his spine. He wanted to go slow, to show her every atom of care and worship, but the animal part of his brain—long dormant, long managed, never indulged—was clawing at the inside of his chest, demanding more, more, more.
He pressed further, sinking into her with slow, agonizing care, savoring the exquisite, relentless pressure as her body yielded around him. Every millimeter felt like a new universe, a different note played in the symphony of her body. She was so hot, so tight, that his vision doubled. He paused at the first ring of resistance, jaw clenched, feeling a sudden, bottomless gratitude that she wanted this, wanted him, and trusted him with this uncaged version of himself. Then he went further, her body resisting, then pulsing around him, before ultimately relenting to accommodate him until he had been completely engulfed by her. It was only then that he realized he’d been holding his breath. He exhaled and saw stars as he gazed down at her.
Poppy’s mouth formed a perfect O as he bottomed out, she whimpered something that sounded like his name. Her hips rose to meet his, greedy for him, and he had to grip her outer thigh to hold it in place and keep from losing all control. The urge to obliterate, to conquer, was there, but so was the knowledge that he could go over the edge at any moment, and that paradox, that tightrope, made every second a sexual minefield.
He pulled out, almost all the way, and then drove back in with more force, more speed, and a shuddering groan. The friction was so sharp and focused that it bordered on pain. The next thrust was even harder, even faster, as he set a rhythm, slow at first, so he could see her face and the way her breasts bounced each time he entered her. She bit her bottom lip, and her arms tugged against the restraints. He heard the bedsprings squealand noticed, distantly, that sweat beaded down the back of his neck. Normally that would have been a sensory nightmare, but now it was just more proof that he was real, alive, and present in a way he’d never been before.
When he felt her breathing pattern change, he shifted the angle, adjusting her hips upward until her pelvis was tilted toward him, and suddenly he was hitting something inside her that made her cry out and thrash against the restraints. The headboard banged against the wall. She was wild, glorious, and abandoned. He hooked her knee over his elbow, then leaned forward, resting his hand beside her face, folding her nearly in half, and with the new leverage he drove into her even deeper, even harder. Now every thrust hit her G-spot with the precision of a laser beam. She cried out, begging for him not to stop, each sound from her a symphony of need.
He bent down and sucked her puckered nipple into his mouth, rolling the bud with his tongue and grazing it with his teeth. She whimpered loudly, a feral little sound that vibrated through his bones. He loved the taste of her sweat, the salt on her skin, and the way her body trembled and gave out beneath him. He could feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave gathering mass, and when it hit, she clamped down on his throbbing shaft. She convulsed, her inner thighs trembled, and AJ kept the rhythm, never breaking pace.
He was close, so close, the tingling started at his toes, radiating up his calves and thighs, a tightening of every muscle in his body. But he didn’t want to come like this. He pulled out, forcing himself to slow down while she caught her breath. He untied her wrists with trembling fingers, and when her arms fell to the bed, she looked up at him with eyes so soft and trusting he nearly came just from that. He took her hands, kissed her knuckles, then guided them behind his neck. She immediatelylocked her arms around him, yanking him down so he was chest-to-chest with her, clit grinding against his pubic bone.
AJ entered her again, her velvet tunnel slick from her release, and this time the sensation was so raw, so overwhelming, that he could feel it in every cell of his body. Every pump sent a shockwave through his entire being. She dug her heels into the mattress, lifting her ass and taking all of him, greedy, insatiable, perfect. Her hands ran through his hair, not gently but not rough, and for the first time in his life the feeling was more pleasure than pain, a sharp and beautiful contrast to the pressure building in his balls as they tightened against his body.
He lasted longer than he ever thought possible, and when his orgasm finally tore through him, it was explosive, a total white-out of sensation and consciousness. Pleasure so intense he felt tingles in his fingernails, in every cell, every atom of his body rushed through him like a tsunami. He buried his face in her shoulder and groaned into her skin, feeling his own pulse throb in his very DNA as he emptied himself inside her. They stayed locked together, bodies twitching in the aftershocks, for what felt like hours.
Eventually, the world crept back into focus. The air in the room was thick with sex, the only sound was their ragged breathing and the distant hum of a fan. AJ tried to move, but his arms and legs were jelly. The only thing he could do was rest his head on her chest and listen to the mad gallop of her heart.
He realized, dimly, that he’d never come so hard in his life. He’d never let anyone see him this undone, never let experienced intimacy in this way. It was terrifying and liberating at the same time. He felt defenseless, stripped down, but not in the way that usually made him panic. More like he’d been emptied out to make room for something new and better.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “I mean, was that okay?”
AJ was exhausted, completely spent. He was sure part of that had to do with not sleeping well since returning from his deployment. But another part of it was that he’d never shared such an intense, personal moment with another person. He’d given everything to it, not holding anything back.
“It was more than okay.”
He pushed off of Poppy and immediately walked to the bathroom. It wasn’t because of anything to do with her, he just couldn’t have any bodily fluids or sweat or anything on him. He went inside, closed the door, turned on the shower, and then looked for a towel. He realized when he didn’t find one that he hadn’t even discussed aftercare with her. That was something he always talked about with a partner before they had sex.
Fuck.He’d probably offended her. The reason he always discussed it with partners was because in college, he’d gone to take a shower and come out to find Dalia sobbing because she thought he was implying that she was dirty or something.
There was a knock on the door, and AJ opened it. “I’m sorr?—”
Poppy stood in an oversized shirt, eating a cookie, holding a folded towel, his clothes, and also a pair of men’s sweats and a T-shirt, looking very muchnotoffended. “Here you go. I brought your clothes, and these are Liam’s in case you wanted to—I mean, just if you wanted to stay the night or not, or just, you know, be comfortable and hang out, or you could be naked. Or you can just go home. Whatever, anyway, the water takes about ten minutes to warm up, and then it gets scalding hot. Those are the two temperatures there are. Ice cold, scalding hot. Oh, and the water pressure sucks hairy balls.”
AJ looked down at the pile of goodwill she offered him. “How are you not married?”
This woman was perfect.
“I know, right?” she said dramatically. “I’m a catch. That’s what I’ve been saying for years.”
