“When you do that, I can’t concentrate on anything else. And I need this not to be so one-sided. I want to make you crazy as well.”
“Is that all? Poppy, we have all night. And I want to start by showing your pussy just how much I adore it.”
“Oh, fine,” she says grumpily. “Have at it, then.”
I shake my head, holding back the laughter at her expression.
And I do as she says and have at her until she’s moaning and grasping my hair, as I lick and suck and rub my stubble against the sweetness of her. When I add a finger and then another into her center, she screams. And I work my tongue and lips and fingers to make her shatter around me, and I wish it were my dick being grasped by her internal muscles.
We have all night, I remind myself.
And the next night.
And the next night.
And only a few more after that.
* * *
Poppy
He did it again.Made me come like never before. It’s not fair. I wanted to start off by makinghimcrazy this time. I’m the giver, not the taker. And here he is, giving and giving until I orgasm all over his face.
Stubborn man. Stubborn, gorgeous, sexy man whom I’m going to make pay.
Just as soon as I catch my breath.
I stretch sinuously.
His eyes light at my movement, and I’m thankful for the low lamp, even if it makes me feel self-conscious.
We lean on our sides, facing each other.
I’m naked except for those shoes, and though he’s lost his coat, he’s still fully dressed. The contrast is sexy. Like he’s the master of me. We can play that later. But right now, I’m dying to see him naked.
“Take off your clothes,” I order. Maybe I’ll be the master.
His mouth hitches up. “Yes, ma’am.” He unbuttons his shirt until it’s hanging open.
I run my hand over his chest, reveling in his rippling muscles. My fingers follow a line of hair that leads into his pants. I unzip his zipper and push his trousers and underwear down with his help. He kicks them off.
I look down, and I can see his erection in its full…ahem…glory.
Oh.
Oh my.
Oh crap.
He notices my worried expression.
“It’ll fit. I promise.”
I bite my lip so I don’t burst into a fit of nervous giggles.
I run my finger down his hard length. He sucks in a breath in response. I love how affected he is by just my touch. I love it because he affects me that same way, and I’d hate it if this were one-sided.
I lose myself in touching him, and soon, it’s not enough. I need my mouth on him. I need to kiss and taste him everywhere, make him crazy for me.
