I join her on the bed, caging her in with my arms and swooping down to claim her mouth in a kiss. Our tongues tangle, thrusting and retreating in an age-old rhythm. Sliding my hands beneath her ass, I lift her so that my cock is lined up with her entrance.
“I’m clean, baby. Haven’t been with anyone for more than five years. Tell me you want me bare,” I grit out between my teeth.
“I’m on the pill, Jensen. I want you bare,” Poppy says immediately.
“Fuck!” I grunt, feeling more fluid ooze from my cock at her words. “I’ll try to go slow, take care of you.”
“Just make me yours. I want you inside me. You’re my first and only,” she whispers, her green eyes sparkling with a depth of emotion that humbles me.
“I love you, Poppy,” I say, unable to keep the words inside any longer.
Linking her fingers with mine, I thrust inside her in one firm stroke. Her tight pussy fights me, squeezing my cock so hard I see stars. She clamps her eyes shut, letting out a little yelp of pain that twists my heart inside-out.
“Just breathe, sweetheart,” I mutter, brushing kisses against her mouth, her eyes, the tip of her nose.
God, I hate that it has to be uncomfortable this first time, but I can’t bring myself to regret this precious gift she’s giving me—the gift of her virginity. The only thing I regret is not saving myself for her. If I could have a do-over, I would, knowing that she was waiting in my future. But one thing’s for damn sure—she’s the only woman I’ll ever be intimate with again, from this moment until the day I die.
Poppy sucks in a deep breath and exhales. She does it again, and her body slowly opens up, unlocking its death grip on my cock. Her eyes flutter open, and she moves experimentally beneath me.
“I need you to move now, Jensen,” she says, a soft smile lighting up her face that takes my breath away.
I pull out of her and thrust back in, watching her face the whole time to make sure I’m not hurting her. She lets out a low moan, lifting her hips to meet my next thrust, telling me without words that pleasure has replaced the pain.
“Fuck me hard,” she whispers, opening her legs wider. “I want to see you lose control. I want to know that I’m the reason.”
“Dear God, woman! You’re going to be the death of me!” I groan, giving her what she wants.
I let go, rutting into her like a wild animal. She wraps her legs around my waist, digging her heels into the back of my thighs and raking her nails down my back. Within seconds I can feel the onset of my orgasm tightening my balls.
“Sorry, baby. Gonna come!” I pant right before I shout my release into the room, thrusting into her hard enough to steal her breath away. She watches me as I climax, and somehow that soft, fascinated gaze intensifies my pleasure to the point where I swear, I blackout for a second.
I slowly come back to myself, Poppy’s body softly cradling mine, her touch soothing as she strokes her fingers through my sweaty hair.
And then she whispers the words that claim me all the way down to my soul.
“I love you, Jensen.”