“You sure?”
Her eyes are big and bright as she nods at me.
Together we crawl into my bed and make out. I slide my hands under my shirt that she’s wearing, groaning at how soft her skin is.
“Fuck, you’re soft all over, aren’t you?” I growl against her mouth.
She giggles. When I graze the underside of her bare boob, she whimpers.
“Is this okay when I touch you here?” I ask.
“Yes,” she rasps. “Keep touching me. I love it when you touch me, Nick.”
My dick hardens hearing her plead and whine for more. I gently circle my thumb over her nipple. She squirms against my touch, getting louder the more I tease her hard bud.
Her head falls back, and she moans, “Oh god.”
I kiss along the delicate slope of her neck. “Where else do you want me to touch you?”
“Between my legs.” I smile against her shoulder, then slowly run my hand down her stomach and graze my knuckle over thethin cotton of her panties. When I feel how wet she is just from kissing and teasing her nipple, I groan.
I circle her clit with my thumb, and she gasps.
“Right there?” I ask.
She whimpers “yes” against my mouth. She tugs a hand through my hair, kissing me harder. My cock twitches. There’s an invisible live wire between my scalp and my dick. I fucking love it when a woman pulls my hair the more turned on she gets.
I press my thumb harder, then move in faster circles.
“Nick?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“I need more.”
I gently nibble her bottom lip. “I’ll give you anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”
When I lean back to look at her, her eyes are hazy with arousal and her skin is the prettiest shade of red.
“I want your mouth on my pussy.”
Chapter 32
Nick
Imake a choking sound. Holy hell, is it hot hearing Poppy tell me exactly what she wants.
And hearing her say the word pussy.
I’m willing to bet that’s not a word this good girl says very often. But she says it for me.
“Would that be okay?” Her voice is shy and sweet and sexy all at once, I can hardly take it.
I kiss the hinge of her jaw, relishing the way she shivers. “More than okay. Do you know how long I’ve been dying to taste you, Poppy?”
She whimpers as I kiss the delicate slope of her neck and down her chest. I push her shirt up and kiss her stomach.
“You can take my shirt off if you want,” she rasps.
