It pulsed around her and inside her.
Klaus removed his fingers, and she saw them glinting with her arousal. He sucked each one into his mouth, moaning as he tasted her. Then he moved between her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, waiting, poised.
His cock slid between her slit, and as he bumped her clit, she whimpered. It was an instant hit of pleasure shocking her body.
This was it.
He moved his cock down toward her entrance, and Poppy didn’t know why she felt this way. Only that she couldn’t stop it, and the other revelation to her, she didn’t want to. Not even for a little bit.
She wanted Klaus.
Craved him.
Needed him.
He was a fire burning brighter, and she didn’t want to put him out, but to join him. To feel this need pulsing through them.
Klaus stared into her eyes, and she looked at the depths of his blues. He asked her one final time if she wanted him to stop, and she didn’t want him to stop. Not now. Not ever.
This was what she wanted more than anything else.
Him. The both of them, together, finally.
He slammed to the hilt within her, tearing through her virginity.
They were both virgins, taking each other’s firsts as he slid balls deep inside her. The pain was fleeting.
Klaus wrapped his arms around her, and she moaned his name, running her hands up and down his back. This felt even better than she imagined it would. Complete.
This was what it was supposed to feel like between them.
No walls. No boundaries. Just the two of them.
“I hate that I hurt you,” he said.
“You didn’t, Klaus.”
He groaned. “Don’t do that. Don’t lie.”
“I don’t care about the pain. It’s gone now.” She started to thrust her pelvis up against him, rocking her pussy onto his cock. She knew what she wanted, and it was for him to drive inside her, taking her, fucking her, mating with her.
“I’m trying to be nice.”
“I don’t want nice.”
“Poppy?”
“I want you, Klaus. Please, fuck me. I want it.”
He growled, and then he pressed his hands on the ground on either side of her head and fucked her. Klaus started with slow, deep thrusts to start with, taking his time. Poppy wanted it all. Hungered for more of him. Needed him. Every single part of him.
She didn’t want him to stop, not ever.
Feeling him inside her, she finally knew what being complete was like. There was no pain, no animosity, just intense, consuming feeling that she didn’t want to stop.
Running her hands down his back, she grabbed his ass, drawing him inside her and rocking up to meet him.
“Fuck, Poppy, I’m not going to be able to stop.”