Page 53 of Smooth Talk

“You too, sweetheart,” I smirk walking toward the master. When I get to the entryway, I take a deep breath before going in. She’s waiting for me in my bedroom; this is it. I feel like we’ve been building up to this point for a long time. The pressure is on; don’t fuck this up. I give the door a push.

“You’re burning up,” her whispered words are full of sass. And holy fuck. I am. My body bursts into flames when I see her. Standing in front of my bed in nothing but black lace and red heels. She’s removed her dress and answered my earlier question. She is indeed wearing a bra. If you could call it that. It’s tiny, and I can see the outline of her hard nipples behind the thin material. I need her. Now.

Three strides forward and my hands go to her waist and skim up her ribcage, the sides of her breasts until they reach her neck. Linking my fingers behind it. I pull her to me, devouring her mouth. She’s delicious. Responsive. Eager. She wraps one leg around my hip, her fingers are slicing through my hair, gripping the ends, and she’s moaning into my mouth. I need her. I step back letting her foot fall back to the floor, reach behind and unclasp her bra. It falls to the floor revealing the most perfect set of tits I’ve ever seen. Full, round and tipped in light pink. I lean forward and suck one hard bud into my mouth. She arches into me sighing. From this distance I can see a cluster of freckles on the swell of her right breast, I have somehow never noticed before. Yet, it’s oddly familiar; my mind momentarily drifts to constellations. My mouth moves over it, caressing it with lips and teeth and tongue and a mind of its own; then moves around to assault her nipple again. I pinch the other with my fingers, then pad a circle with my thumb.

She’s breathing heavy. “Too. Many. Clothes,” she manages to say between pants. I concur. Her hands move from my hair to the front of my shirt, working the buttons, pushing the fabric over my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor. Next, they zero in on the waistline of my pants, undoing the button and zipper with ease. I let them join my shirt on the floor. Now, we’re both standing, breathing heavily, in our underwear.

“You’re beautiful,” she says, dusting her fingertips over my shoulders, down my chest and abs, then back up to lightly flick my nipples. The groan that leaves my mouth is guttural. She leans in, trying to kiss me, but I have other ideas. I splay my fingers between her breasts, the tips pressing into the soft, supple flesh, and push. She falls back on the bed with a giggle, her hands reaching down to untie the ribbons around her ankles.

“Leave them on,” I command. I catch her hands and lift them over her head as I climb on top of her and bite her neck then lick away the sting; her laughter turns to a gasp. Then a moan.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I kiss down her body, my hands leaving hers to lead the way. Skimming down to the barely-there-lace that covers her; it’s soaked. I pull it aside and kiss her mound. She tastes sweet; I don’t stop the moan escaping my lips as my tongue makes its first pass up her seam. It’s not enough. I need more. I stand up beside the bed; before she can say anything, I grab her legs and pull her ass to the edge. Her hair fans out like a fiery halo. She’s gorgeous. I drag her panties down her long legs and get on my knees. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” I whisper against the inside of her knee. My mouth trails little nips and kisses up the inside of her thigh as she complies. My hands reach under her to grip that luscious ass, and as soon as my mouth is on her again, her hips fly off the bed. She throws her legs over my shoulders, hooks her ankles over my back, digging those sexy heels into my skin as she grinds herself hard against my face.

Oh, fuck yes. I lick and suck and nibble her, until she’s moaning and riding my face. I trail one hand from under her and up the middle of her pussy. Lightly stroking her soft lips. My tongue flicks over her as I push two fingers inside. She’s close. I close my mouth over her clit and suck, curling my fingers until she explodes. Juices flood my hand. My face. She breathes my name. It’s fucking magical. I keep licking and stroking until her legs that were gripping the sides of my face, relax, and fall to my shoulders. I gently put them down and pull my fingers from her, kissing up her trembling body. I’ll give her a minute to recover. But I’m not finished with her yet. Not by a long shot.

When I reach eye level, hers are hazy, having trouble focusing. I smirk; yeah, I did that. She smiles, pulls my face to hers and kisses me. “Mmm, you taste like me,” she whispers. And I swear I almost come in my underwear. Almost.

“You’re delicious. I could eat you all night.”

She smiles lazily, “we should test that theory sometime.” Then she does something unexpected. She reaches down and grabs my cock through my boxer briefs and tugs lightly. “But right now, I want you inside me.”

I didn’t take Poppy for an initiator; she’s always so guarded. Doesn’t let anyone get too close, but something tells me I’ve been underestimating this little minx. My patience is paying off; she’s letting me in, dropping her guard, and I’m the lucky bastard that gets to reap the rewards. I’m not doing anything to fuck that up. I pull away from her and reach into the bedside table for a condom, while she pulls down my underwear. I shrug the rest of the way out, my eyes trailing over her flushed naked body. She’s perfect. I hear a soft gasp as I open the foil and look back at her. She’s laser focused on my dick. “What?” I ask, the concern on her face making my confidence waver.

“You’re bigger than I thought you’d be.” I smirk as I roll on the condom. I’m not huge, larger than average. I haven’t measured myself, I’m not a complete douche. Although women have voiced concerns in the past, I’ve never had a problem fitting. It can be uncomfortable, but that’s why I took my time preparing her. Poppy is more than ready for me. She was probably ready before I even put my mouth on her. Her panties were flooded before I touched her, and I love knowing I’m the one that turned her on that much. That she wants me as badly as I want her.

“I’ll be gentle. I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”

“I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” She whispers, backing up to the middle of the bed, propping her head on a pillow, never taking her eyes off my cock. She licks her lips and splays her legs wide. Her pussy swollen and glistening, so wet for me. I climb over her and slide a finger through her juices, smooth it over my cock, coating the tip, then stroke myself twice before lining up with her opening. She watches my movements, mesmerized.

I put one hand on her face and tilt it so she can look me in the eyes, “I’ll start slow; let me know when you want more.” She nods and I slide my tip inside her. She gasps, then nods again. Inch by painstaking inch I glide inside her. It feels like it takes forever. In reality, it probably lasts no more than ten seconds, but it’s the best ten seconds of my life. I can feel her body adjusting to me, stretching to fit, gripping me. She’s so goddamned tight. I’m about to lose my shit. Clenching my jaw; I inhale deeply through my nose. I’m finally in all the way, my balls resting against her ass. If I move, I’ll come.

I’m pep-talking myself like a motherfucker. Think about football, politics, golf, anything. You are not a one pump chump. You are Grayson Fucking Maxwell. Known for your stamina. Poppy will come before you do, even if it kills you.

Pep talk over, she wiggles her hips. I pop my eyes open, not realizing I’d shut them in my concerted effort to not show her how far gone I was. Looking into her eyes, I realize I’m not the only one. Poppy grips my shoulder, letting her nails sink in, and arches her back to push her beautiful breasts closer to my face, “more,” she whispers.

I pull back and start a slow, shallow rhythm. Pumping into her, I know I won’t be able to maintain this shit for long. Now that her nails are scraping down my back and digging into my ass. “Fuck, you feel good.” I lean up, grabbing the backs of her thighs, sliding my hands up her calves as I place them over my shoulders. Her body bends almost in half; the new angle allows deeper penetration.

Her eyes roll back into her head, “mooorrre,” she moans. I quicken my pace and I move my thumb over her clit. Press down. Her entire body tenses, then starts shaking as she comes hard on my cock. Her pussy grips me like a vice. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s too good. Shit, I’m going to come. Breathe.

She relaxes, “holy, wow. Lord. Oh, wow. Gray. Oh my God.” She’s no longer speaking in complete sentences. I have no idea how I held off just now, but I know I’ve only got maybe two good minutes left in me, and I want to blow her mind before I blow my load. Something tells me she’s probably not had many life-altering-sexual experiences. I’m changing that tonight. Let’s see how she feels about a new position. I slide her jello-legs down my arms until they reach the crook of my elbow and flip her over. Her heels almost catch me in the face. Shit, that would’ve hurt.

She kind of “uuuhmmbbbllls” as she flops onto her belly.

I lean over her back, brush her hair over one shoulder and lightly nip the other. “Get on your knees,” I whisper in her ear then kiss down her neck. Her whole body looks relaxed, sated, almost comatose. I’m not entirely sure she can physically accomplish the task right now. God bless her for trying though. She pushes up with shaky arms and tucks one knee under her, then leans down to support herself. I’ll never be able to do what I want with her in that position.

She yips when I slap that pert ass, to snap her out of it. “I said, on your knees, Poppy,” I grunt out more forcefully. She leans up, supporting herself on her hands and pulls herself up on both knees, her back arching beautifully. I reach down to rub her thighs and lightly part them. I stop myself from leaning down to lap up the juices dripping down them, barely, and rub the head of my cock against her. She’s even wetter now than she was before.

“More,” she moans, so I pop her ass again and she gasps. I can’t wait any longer. I slam into her hard and start a quick pace. I reach around her body and pinch a nipple between my fingers and bite her shoulder again. She arches her back further and begs, “please, Gray.”

I’m pounding into her, “please, what?” I know what she wants. It’s what I want. But I want to hear her say it. The thought of dirty words coming out of her sweet mouth is almost enough to send me over the edge. I wrap one hand around her hair and lightly pull. Her pussy flutters around me; oh, she likes that. I tug lightly again when she doesn’t answer me. “Please what, Poppy?”

Her hand reaches around and grips the side of my ass, “make me come, Gray.”

Her whispered plea is all it takes for my rhythm to go wild. Reckless. Insatiable. I slide my fingers from her nipple down to press her clit again. We let go together. It’s better, than anything I’ve experienced before. With anyone. Ever. I slump over her, completely wrecked.

I don’t know how long we lay like that. Sweaty. Breathing heavy. Coming back down to earth. “That was so good,” she huffs out. My full weight is on top of her. I have to be crushing her, but she’s yet to complain. It’s nice being this close. Skin to skin. I’m still inside her. Connected. She feels too good. I don’t want to leave. I want to do it again. Soon. And for a long time. Maybe forever.

I roll over, remove the condom, tie it up and toss it into the trash can. Old habits die hard. I pull her on top of me, her bare breasts smash against my chest, “Just good?” I ask catching her eye. She turns away sheepishly and giggles. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to do better next time.”

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