He had to smile at her moxie. But she wiped the smile right off his face when she used her feet as leverage and pushed up, hard and fast, taking him in whole. His eyes rolled back in his head.
The next time she pushed up, he pressed down, creating so much friction he felt her begin to tighten. It didn’t take long until they were in perfect sync to get the most pleasure possible. And that’s what this was, a mutual give-and-take of pleasure and connection. In fact, he’d never felt so connected to another human.
Their movements turned frantic. Poppy was pushing up so hard with her legs they were trembling, so he slid his hands under her ass to help bring it home. He lifted her hips higheruntil their bodies were slapping against each other, and they were both slick with lust.
“Just like that,” she said through gritted teeth.
So he did it, just like that. Over and over. Harder and harder. Setting a pace that he was sure was going to buckle his legs.
Then he felt it. The beginning of her orgasm. Her body coiled around him, squeezing to the point of pain, and his balls tightened so hard they practically disappeared into his body.
Her back was arched, her legs parted all the way to the mattress, and her head was thrown back. She was a sight to be seen. Just looking at her made him want to come. But he was a ladies-first kind of guy and he’d rather die than end the game before she blew her buzzer.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. Three more pumps and a swivel of the hips later and Poppy shattered into pieces. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent groan, and her body throbbed around him.
That’s when Decker allowed himself to let go. He thought it was going to be a physical release but it was emotional as well. Because as hard as his orgasm was, the realization of just how special this was hit harder.
With a final release he let his head fall onto her stomach.
They were both silently gasping for breath. Her nails scratched his head and his hands ran up and down her thighs. They lay like that for a long moment until he was afraid he was crushing her.
Lifting her into his arms, he walked around the bed and settled in with her naked body splayed against his side, her head against his chest. And while he lay there, with her in his arms, he admitted there was no way he could ever let her go.
DIARY ROOM:
Kiki: Turn the camera and all the microphones off, then leave or I will castrate you.
*Sound of door shutting.*
Kiki: Some kind of suspicious shit is going on.
Poppy: What do you mean?
Kiki: With the crew. The second you all went to the hospital they were smiling like idiots. When I asked what was going on, they said nothing and went back to work, but something’s going on. Those little fuckers better tell me by end of day, or I will unalive each and every one of them.
Poppy: I’ve noticed no matter how hard I try to befriend them it’s like there’s some kind of secret everyone is in on but me. Then, at the hospital, my aunt was acting weird.
Kiki: I guess it’s time to knock some heads.
Poppy: Or we can just ask.
Kiki: And if they don’t spill?
Poppy: Then we go to the queen of gossip. There isn’t a secret Opal can’t ferret out.
Kiki: And if she’s in on it?
Poppy: That’s my fear.
20
Poppy woke up feeling luxuriously sore in places she didn’t know existed. Last night was the perfect blend between physical release and emotional bonding. He’d promised he’d ruin her for all men and he kept his word. It was the best night of her life.
Eyes still closed, she rolled over to hold Decker but instead found a cold, empty bed. Disappointment settled in her chest, but she told herself he was in the bathroom. Taking a shower that she’d love to join.
Forgoing a toga wrap of the sheets, she adopted her new boldness and walked naked into the bathroom, but it was empty. In fact, there wasn’t even condensation on the mirror, which meant he hadn’t showered yet, or he’d gotten up a long time ago.
Telling herself it was the first option, she lay back in bed, sliding under the covers that felt silky against her sensitive flesh.
