Taking hold of her ankles, I pull them apart and step aside. “Don’t move.” I take a knife out of the drawer beside us, gripping her shirt between my fingers before I slice right down the front of the fabric. Her tits spill out. Next, I remove the lace that’s covering my promised land. “I don’t like anything keeping this covered from me.”
“You want me to stop wearing panties?” Poppy asks.
“Yes,” I tell her.
“Really? What if I bend over and some other guy gets a peek at what I’ve got going on down there?”
I shrug. “It’ll be the best thing they’d ever fucking see.”
“So you wouldn’t get jealous?”
“I’m not threatened by dead men, Poppy. And that’s what they’d be if I caught them looking at what you havegoing on down here,” I tell her.
“And there’s the possessive ass I knew you were hiding under the feminism.” She laughs.
“What can I say? You bring it out of me.” I kneel in front of her. “I mean it, you know.”
“Mean what?”
“I’m not leaving you.”
I can tell she doesn’t believe me, and now that I know her background, I understand her resistance. I will just have to show her with actions.
My fingers hold her legs open. My mouth hovers over her glistening pussy. “I fucking love your pussy, so fucking much.”
I drag my tongue upwards through her folds, circling it around her clit. Poppy falls backwards onto her elbows.
“You can love it all you want if you keep doing that,” she says.
“Oh, babe, I’m never going to stop.” My tongue slides upwards again. Moving one of my hands, I use my fingers to spread her lips open and then push my tongue inside her.
“Oh god!” Poppy moans as I fuck her with my tongue.
But she wanted the trifecta, and that’s what she’s going to get. I move my mouth to her clit. Sucking, licking, and nibbling at the sensitive bud while I thrust two fingers into her opening. Curling them upwards, I make sure to rub that spot deep inside her that I know drives her crazy.
I have never enjoyed making a woman come as much as Poppy. When she lets go, it’s fucking breathtaking. A sight I plan to see for the rest of my life. I pause.
What the fuck? The rest of my life? Fuck, the realization that I’m well and truly screwed hits me, because there is no way I’m going back to not having Poppy in my life.
My fingers thrust into her faster, harder. I suck down on her clit. Her thighs tighten around my head, holding me in place—not that I was planning on going anywhere. And then she’s screaming my name loud enough for the entire city to hear. I smile into her pussy. I don’t stop licking until her muscles relax.
“You still with me?” I ask as I move my way up her body.
“Uh-huh.” She nods her head.
“Are you sure you want this?” I reach into my boxers and pull out my cock, giving it a tug. I’m so fucking hard and desperate to sink into her.
“I want it,” she says.
“You want me?” I repeat. Because, yes, I’m a fucking sap and need her to say those words.
Poppy sits up. Her hand lands on my cheek. “There hasn’t been a second since I first saw you at that bar where I haven’t wanted you.”
“Good.” I smile. Picking her up, I spin her around so she’s leaning over the counter. “Hold on to the other side. This is going to be fast and hard. I’ve got a week of built-up sexual frustration to get out.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Sammie,” she says, sticking her ass higher in the air.
“Oh, babe, my words are never a threat. I always deliver on what I say.” I line up my cock with her entrance and push into her in one hard thrust. Stilling when I’m fully seated. “Fuck, I missed this,” I groan as the walls of her pussy wrap around my cock, squeezing it.
