I fucking love that I can bring her such pleasure. It makes me feel like I’m ten feet tall and untouchable.
Reaching around her thighs, I bring my hands to her pussy and spread her wide open. She’s dripping, her wetness sliding from her pussy down the crack of her ass, soaking the cover beneath her. I swipe my tongue through her wetness, basking in the deliciousness that is her essence.
Using my tongue, I fuck her pussy until she’s bucking and jerking in my grasp. Each move she makes has my tongue going in deeper. I move back to her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue.
The pressure building behind my jeans is almost unbearable. I grind down on the bed to try to help relieve it. It doesn’t help.
She whimpers when I get up on my knees.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I soothe, cursing the blindfold for hiding my view of her eyes.
I use two fingers and slide them into her tight pussy. My thumb goes to her clit and applies pressure. I lean over and crush my lips to her, absorbing her cries of rapture. We both drink greedily at each other’s mouths. Adding a third finger, I curl them up and flick them back and forth once I feel the spongy flesh inside her. Her knees draw up and wrap around my waist.
Her walls grip my fingers so tight I can barely move them inside her. Her cries become louder and her breathing heavier. I lick my way down her neck and suck a piece of the sweet smelling skin into my mouth, something primitive in me making me want to leave my mark on her.
She begins to spasm against me, and I move back to her mouth, needing to swallow her pleasure-filled moans. There’s no better feeling than her clamping down on my fingers and hearing her shout the name she gave me.
“Sterling!”
I damn near lose it in my jeans, barely managing to keep it together.
I nip and lick at Poppy’s mouth as she gets her breathing and body under control. I remove my fingers from her pussy and lick my ring and middle finger. I trace my pointer finger across her lips, coating them with her juices. I lean down and lick it away before putting my finger back to her lips.
“Lick and see for yourself why your taste drives me insane.”
Hesitantly, she darts her tongue out, and I slide my finger inside. She sucks the finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it like she’s trying to get every last drop.
“How do you taste?” I ask, pulling my finger from between her lips.
Her face flushes a beautiful pink before she replies. “Sweet and bitter.”
“Pure fucking heaven,” I correct her.
“I want to touch you.” She rocks her hips up to meet my cock.
My body demands I give into her request, so I remove her hands from the still tight grip on the headboard and place them on my chest. I suck in a sharp breath and hold myself still as she explores the contours of every muscle she comes across. Her fingers glide across my pecs and up over my shoulder to the column of my neck. I swallow when she runs a light finger across my Adam’s apple, making it bob up and down. When she makes it to my cheeks, she scrapes her nails gently over the scruff that’s grown since this morning. Leaving the rough skin behind, she next moves to feather her fingers across my lips, nose, and eyes. I’m glad I thought to remove my eyebrow ring earlier.
I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to see me through her fingertips. The act has my heart pounding and my blood pumping. I can’t wait to have this woman look at me as I take her in all the ways I’ve imagined.
She sits up, the extra length of the scarf falling down her back along with her hair. Her skin is shiny from a fine sheen of sweat. She takes her hands from my face and moves them back to my abs before going to my waist. She pushes me back until I’m on my knees, still between her legs. When she leans forward and puts her lips to the center of my chest, I have to fist my hands to keep them from shoving her back and plowing into her body. I’m giving this exploration to her by sheer force of will, when I want nothing more than to fuck her body into the mattress.
“Ah fuck,” I groan deeply.
“Mmm...” she moans against my nipple, before taking the little nub between her teeth and tugging gently. I almost jump out of my skin.
Her lips move down my torso and lick along the dips of my stomach muscles. Each lick sends sparks of desire shooting through me. My poor cock doesn’t know what to do. It’s straining against my jeans to be let out to play. Poppy rubs her cheek against my denim-clad cock, and I jerk against the offending material.
“Fuck, baby, having you so close to my cock, but not having your touch is torture.”
Her lips tip up into a smile, and I want to smack her ass. The woman knows what she’s doing. I push the thought away of her learning her seduction skills from someone else before I punch something. The last thing I want to do is ruin the mood, and that is a surefire way to do it.
When Poppy pops the button on my jeans, I forestall her before she can pull down the zipper.
“You need to be sure this is what you want before you release me. I would never force you into something you don’t want, but it’s going to kill me if I have to stop.”
There’s no hesitation on her end. Her reply comes immediately. “I’m positive.”
Relief like I’ve never felt before has me releasing the breath I didn’t know I was holding.