“Now, turn.” He gave a swirl of the hand. When she was faced away from him he said, “Stop.” Then without warning she felt the string of her panties pull back and then snap against her ass.
She gaped with equal parts surprise and pleasure.
“While I love the way these look on you,” he traced a finger down the strap of silk, “they need to go.”
Wanting to give him a little surprise, she looped her fingers in the small elastic band and, with her legs straight, bent over while she pulled them down to her ankles. She gave a little shimmy before stepping out of her G-string one foot at a time, prolonging his private show.
“Jesus, Angel,” he said, his hands palming her cheeks and molding them to each globe. First he kissed one cheek, then he ran his tongue across and over the line to kiss her other side.
Looking over her shoulder, she shot him a spicy smile and crooked a brow, then sat on his lap. He ran his hands down her thighs and when he got to her knees he yanked them apart. Lifting, he rested them on his thighs until her feet were off the floor and all her weight was on his happy.
Taking her wrists, he looped her hands behind his neck. “In case you need to hold on to something.”
Without warning he cupped her core with his hands and pressed the heel of his palm against her pleasure button, squeezing her sensitive flesh until she thought for sure it was going to be an orgasm-at-first-touch kind of moment.
He squeezed again and man-spread his legs until she was on complete display. She nearly fell off his lap, but then his armwrapped around her stomach, he palmed her breast and pulled her against his body.
Pleasure hit even harder when he slid a finger just barely inside, teasing the opening, swirling around and around.
“Decker,” she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. She looked over and found him looking back; his eyes were hooded and glowing with hunger. The way he looked at her as if she were the sexiest woman in the world had her belly doing backflips.
With a gentle kiss to her mouth, he stuck his finger all the way in and slowly pulled out. Then did it again, pumping ever so slowly, but so deep his hand nearly disappeared inside of her. But it wasn’t enough pressure to satisfy the inferno building inside her.
She pressed down on his hand and squeezed her core until he could barely pull back out. They kept up the pace, moving faster and faster until her hips rolled against his hand, then his erection in this perfectly timed dance.
“More,” she said.
“Only if you promise to be quiet,” he said, his mouth against her shoulder.
“Then I guess you’d better find something to do with my mouth, so I don’t alert the entire house what we’re doing.”
No further permission needed, his lips crashed onto hers and before long their mouths were doing that same erotic dance.
“Harder,” she breathed against his lips.
His legs parted even further, spreading hers as far as they could possibly go so that when he plunged into her it created this delicious tension. Frantically they moved together, hungrier and hungrier until Poppy’s head was spinning.
They were no longer kissing, but panting into the other’s mouth, eyes open and staring into the other’s gaze. And when she thought she’d die from pleasure, he slid in another fingerand she blew. Like a roman candle she took off, her legs shaking, her body trembling, but her hips never stopped moving, riding it out until the very last wave of her release washed over her.
When she came to, she was on her back on the bed and Decker was positioned above her, his jeans at his feet—condom secure.
Resting his palms on either side of her head, he didn’t waste time, sliding into her in a single fluid movement. They shared a double gasp of pleasure, then held still as if wanting to memorize the way it felt to be this connected—to be this in tune with another human.
Poppy felt like he was seeing her—all of her and it felt amazing. She no longer had to hide parts of herself for fear of being judged or betrayed. He was taking her as she was and what an empowering gift that was.
Slowly he started to move and her already sensitive skin quivered from the friction. She wrapped her legs around his back, rising up until even a breath of air couldn’t separate them. And when she rolled her hips it was as if all his control disappeared. His thrusts were no longer slow and languid, they’d reached the main event. He was focused and intent.
Intent on driving her out of her mind—which was racing at the speed of light. But no longer withwhat-ifs andcould-happens. Poppy’s mind was filled with what the future could hold. For her. For him. For them.
“Decker,” she whispered. “I need more.”
He took her face in his hands. “You can have it all.”
It felt like a promise. Like his thoughts were going down the same path where the two of them worked out, and this dream she’d had since her mom died, of finding a family, was just within reach.
Her mouth gravitated toward his, her body moving with his as if they were one. Their legs locked together and his foreheadfell to her shoulder as they both rushed toward that finish line. Faster and faster until the pleasure was too important to hold in, until it felt as if the emotions that she had been building were so vast they needed to be shared with the world. So Poppy let go.
She let go of the uncertainty of what was on the other side and allowed herself to fall. In love, she realized. That was what she’d been feeling all this time. Love.
