She came hard, screaming his name and not caring who heard her.
This was insane and so good. Poppy didn’t want him to stop. Not to ever stop. This was the best feeling in the world.
Klaus pressed a kiss to her clit, and then he stood.
Poppy stared at his mouth, and then she kissed him. After breaking from his lips, she moved down his neck, nipping at his flesh, and then she started to go down his body.
“Poppy, you don’t need to do this.”
“You get to kiss me, and I don’t get to kiss you?” she asked.
“You do get to kiss me, whenever you want, but…”
“I want to do this, Klaus. I want to feel you in my mouth.”
She sank to her knees, and this time, he didn’t stop her. After she wrapped her fingers around his length, she started to work up and down his dick. The tip was slick, and she slid her tongue across the tip.
He moaned, his hands clenched at his sides.
She wrapped her lips around his length and started to suck him into her mouth. He growled her name, and she smiled around his length.
Taking him all the way to the back of her throat, she nearly gagged on him, but that didn’t stop her from wanting more. From wanting all of him. Bobbing her head on his length, with the water spraying around them, she wanted him to lose control.
Klaus wrapped her hair around his fist, and he started to pump into her mouth. She used her hand to play with the length she couldn’t quite fit into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good. So fucking good,” he said.
She had been imagining doing this. Every time she touched herself, she thought about taking his cock into her mouth and bringing him close to orgasm.
“I’m not going to last, Poppy. I’m going to come.”
She didn’t stop, glancing up at him. His gaze was on hers, and then he called out her name as his cock spasmed in her mouth, sending waves of his release into her mouth. She swallowed him down, drinking his cum as he released into her mouth.
****
Sunlight hit Klaus’s face first thing in the morning. He blinked a couple of times, frowning as he looked toward his curtains. They weren’t completely closed.
He lifted his arms, and then he felt her wriggle.
Poppy, still naked, was nestled in his arms.
Everything that had happened last night came rushing back to him. Going to Poppy’s house. Seeing her gorgeous hair falling around her face. Greg, fucking Greg. Poppy escaping into the crowd. He’d waited for the perfect opportunity to steal her away. He’d done it, taking her into the forest, kissing her. Pressing his cock against her.
Poppy wanting to take this to his home.
Then, tasting Poppy, bringing her to orgasm. Her lips wrapped around his cock.
He was getting hard again.
After they were done in the shower, they’d gone to the laundry room, and yes, they hadn’t been patient to come back to his bedroom. He’d brought her to an orgasm in that room, and Poppy had worked him into a frenzy.
When they came back to his room, they were going to talk, but that hadn’t happened. Lying down on his bed, with several orgasms between them, they had fallen asleep.
His cock was rock hard again.
Poppy moaned in his arms and then suddenly jolted awake, sitting up. “What time is it?”
He hadn’t even checked the time.