Through all your pain and anguish, you’re worried about me.
“I don’t deserve you. Poppy, I’m being selfish too, because I know the moment I push inside you, I’ll be home. That’s all I need from you right now. To stop the doubt that overtakes me at night as I lie alone. That this is real. That you feel it too and I’m not clinging on to a fantasy.”
I want to devour her in a kiss until she can’t breathe. But until she tells me to keep going, I need to restrain myself, so instead, I lean forward and gently kiss her forehead. I’ve been hoping that when my lips touch her there, she understands what I’m trying to tell her. That this kiss is more than sex or lust. Kissing her forehead is my way of communicating this burning sense of love that is growing rapidly inside me. One I can’t verbalize, but it doesn’t stop me feeling it, deeply.
“It’s real, so real. That’s the problem,” she whispers into my chest, not strong enough to say it too loudly.
Pushing back slightly, I see her close her eyes and take a long, deep, breath, filling her lungs with air and the courage to say what she wants to.
At the end of her exhale, she opens her eyes.
“But that’s tomorrow’s problem. Today, I just want you to fuck me. Not sweet and sensual, because I can’t take that. Be my Landon, the one you showed me that first night. The man who swept me up in the way he fucked me with his words. Showed me what I had been missing.” She reaches for my shirt and starts dragging it up my chest. I stretch over my shoulder and drag it over my head with one hand.
The heat of her touch as she lays her palms on my bare chest sends a bolt of electricity through me. She inches her way slowly up until she has my face in her grasp then drags me closer until my lips are a breath away from her.
“The man who made me feel like a sensual woman that someday, someone could truly love,” she whispers from her bruised soul.
That one sentence, full of her fears and emotions she’s buried inside her, hits me so hard. It cracks my heart wide open, and the silent words pour from my open wound, and I wish I could shout them to the world.
Today is that day. I will love you until the end of time.
Instead, I grab her face and smash my lips to hers. Rough and unyielding, I give and take what we both need. My hands in her hair, I pull it tight, making her moan in desperation into my mouth. I swallow all her frustration and longing. Dropping my hands to her ass cheeks, I drag her against my body. My thighs press hard against the side of the table. I feel her squirm forward even closer, trying to get some friction from my cock that is now pressed against her pussy.
Ripping myself back from her lips, I push her in the middle of the chest.
“Get on your back and start begging for me to let you come.” Watching the fire light up in her eyes is the push that I need to be the man she wants.
“If you want that Landon, then open your legs and let me take what I want.” Dropping to my knees and pushing her legs apart, I lift her broken one over my shoulder. “I’m glad these panties were for me, because I’m about to destroy them… and you too.”
I hope you know what you asked for, Poppy. Because I’m about to grant you that wish!
Chapter Fifteen
POPPY
Ifeel my soul sobbing deep inside me.
Why can’t I let myself have Landon?
With every thrust of his body into mine, he’s branding me with the yearning and feelings he’s been trying to express in words. He already consumes my thoughts, day and night. Surely, he knows that. I always want more of Landon, until the fear of disappointing him creeps in.
“Poppy.” Landon’s deep growl snaps me free from my thoughts. “Eyes on me, don’t think, just feel.”
He can read me like an open book.
“Oh God!” He’s so deep that I’m not sure where he starts and I end. I can feel another orgasm building with such force, I think it’ll rip me in two this time. Before he started fucking me, he was edging me with his mouth and then fingers, and I almost exploded, begging him just like he told me I would. The relief and ecstasy when he finally gave me permission to come was incredible. And now he has me hanging on the edge again already. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
My head thrashes side to side when he demands I come a second time. Random tears release from the pain of not being able to let go. But every time he does this, it’s worth it. Nothing takes me to the land of pleasure like an orgasm at Landon’s hands.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You will come again for me. I’m not letting go until you do.” I can see the lines in his forehead deepening at his desperation to reach his own orgasm euphoria.
“I can’t… I don’t have anything left,” I cry out. Every part of my pussy is so tender that the moment he puts his hand between our bodies, his thumb circling my clit, my body arches up off the desk. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooohhhh.” My pussy clamps around his cock so hard, while the colors of the rainbow rush through my vision. This orgasm rocks my body so hard this time that I’m struggling to breathe. It’s a sensation I can’t even describe, a calmness that brings so much happiness that I can feel the smile on my face rising.
Landon grunts as he pounds into me one last time. “Fuck, Poppy!” he shouts loudly as I feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with every last drop of his come. I feel such bliss that he’s marking me deep inside. I’m not ready to admit to Landon or myself that he’s mine, but I know at my core that I’m his.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Landon flops down on top of me for a moment, keeping most of his weight on his elbows. Both of us are still trying to suck in oxygen. I feel his body shiver slightly, telling me I’m not the only one whose body’s still on sensual overload. “You just tell me whenever you have the need or even the urge tofeelsomething again, beautiful lady. Because I’ll be more than happy to oblige.” His deep laugh wraps around me and takes away the awkwardness of what we just did.
Although it’s probably just me who should’ve been feeling a little embarrassed for what I did. Because I basically begged himto fuck me like a one-night stand, promising him nothing more than that the moment we leave this room.
