I lean down and cover her mouth with mine for a deep kiss before pulling back. I murmur against her lips, “I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
She pulls back from me. I can’t see her eyes, but I can tell she’s frowning by the downward curve of her lips.
“What? Why not?” she asks, unable to keep the disappointment from her tone.
“Because the first time I fuck you, I want to look into your gorgeous blue eyes when I do it. I want you to know who’s taking your body and making it his own.”
She lifts her hands like she’s reaching for the scarf, but I catch them in midair and kiss the palms before placing them on the center of my chest, right over my heart.
“Not tonight. I promise you that this time next week, you’ll know who I am.”
“Fine,” she snaps, making me chuckle.
I put her hands back to the waistband of my jeans.
“Now, do what you were doing before I stopped you.”
My words have her hands moving again. I can feel the warmth of them through my pants, and I swear my dick strains to get closer. It seems like it takes forever for her to pull the zipper down. I’m still wearing boxer briefs, but having the denim out of the way gives me immediate relief.
I watch as her delicate hands push down my jeans, taking my black briefs with them. Once out of the way, I wait with more anticipation than I ever have before for her to take me into her soft hands, and when she does, it feels like I’m being touched for the first time. Everything feels like a first with Poppy, like no other women ever existed before her.
“Oh my,” she breathes out when she feels the size of me.
I’m not tooting my own horn, but I’m not your average size. I’ve had numerous women tell me they’ve never seen a cock so big before.
“Umm…” Poppy says, cutely biting her lip. When she lifts her head, the worry is back on her face.
I put my palms on either side of her face and run one thumb over her lips.
“Don’t worry, Beautiful. I’ll be gentle the first time.”
She licks her lips and brings her head back down so she’s facing me. I grit my teeth when she runs her hand down my length from root to tip. She does this a couple more times before she leans forward. I hold my breath as I wait for the tip of her tongue to meet the head of my dick. The instant it makes contact, air hisses out of my lungs.
She swirls her tongue around the slit and applies pressure, like she’s trying to insert it in the hole there, before sucking just the head into her mouth. My head tips back, and I release a long, deep groan. Her mouth is so damn hot.
Needing more, I put my palms on the back of her head just below th
e scarf and my thumbs go to her jaw.
“Open more for me, baby.”
She complies, and I slide further inside. Due to my size, I can’t go as deep as I’d like. It’ll take her some time and practice for me to fit my full length inside her delicious mouth.
Holding her head still, I slowly move my hips back and forth. The suction of her mouth and the velvety feel of her tongue has my balls already drawing up. I’m not ready to let go yet, so I force my orgasm back. I want to savor every fucking second of this feeling.
“That’s it, Poppy. Just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good.”
She hums in the back of her throat, and I damn near lose it. My hands tighten in her hair. Her hands latch onto my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as her mouth slides up and down my cock. I’ve never been so damn hard in my fucking life.
As long as I’ve waited to feel her mouth wrapped around me, there’s no way I’m going to be able to last much longer. It feels too damn perfect.
When she brings one hand up to grip the base of my cock to slide it up and down along with her mouth, the other goes to my balls and squeezes them lightly. I throw back my head and shout. Of their own accord, my hips buck forward, shoving a little too much of my cock inside her mouth. It hits the back of her throat, and I feel it spasm as she gags. I try my best to pull back, but she follows me, intent on taking me as far as her mouth will allow.
I gaze down at her and see a dribble of spit slide out the side of her mouth, and fuck if that sight doesn’t send me to the very edge.
Finding my voice through a thick throat, I manage to ground out, “If you don’t want my cum in your mouth, you need to pull away, baby.”
Instead of heeding my warning like I thought she would, it seems to spur her on. Her mouth tightens around my shaft and she takes me even deeper. I feel the muscles of her throat hit the tip, and I let loose. Fisting her hair, I start fucking her mouth in long sure strokes, only managing to fit about three quarters of the way in, until I feel the first string of cum coat the back of her throat. My muscles tense, but I keep my eyes locked on her face as she greedily swallows every last bit.