Concentrating on keeping an even pace with my strokes over his cock, I tighten my grip and cautiously press forward, just enough for the tip of my finger to slip inside.
“Poppy,” he grits out.
I still my movements, waiting.
His head falls forward, hair flopping in his face as he groans low and long. “Push it in. I’m ready.”
He is. My finger slides in to the first knuckle, and he huffs a breath as I keep it there, waiting a few seconds before carefully withdrawing and pushing it back in, a bit further this time. He shifts on his knees, thrusting his cock in my grip as I continue stretching him around my finger.
I puff an exhale and fold myself over his back, my thighs wet with my arousal. My lips are dry as I concentrate on working his ass, so close to reaching the final knuckle that I can hardly think of anything besides giving him pleasure.
“Almost there,” I coo.
“The plug—” he gasps, spine jerking beneath me. “Put it in now.”
His cock throbs in my palm, and a spike of jealousy sends me tumbling through my mind. I want him inside of me, want to feel him throb buried to the hilt, not before.
Moving in fast-forward, I remove my finger and release his cock to lube up the plug and drip another glob down his crack. The silicone is soft and thin enough to be meant for this type of moment, and I use that to my advantage.
I stare down at the plug between my fingers and line it up where I need it before slowly, so fucking slowly, pushing it inside his tight hole. Brows two harsh slashes over my eyes, I focus on keeping my movements steady and sink it deeper, his groans making it ten times harder not to shove it in all at once.
“Don’t come,” I snap. “You’ll fuck me first.”
His laugh is a harsh noise. “Hurry the hell up, then.”
I bite down on my lip and bury the rest of the plug inside of him, the muscle loosening beautifully around it. He shoves back against me and slaps a hand to the bed, and then we’re moving. His face is above me, and I’m on my back, two hands gripping my ankles and pushing them into the air.
The hot, wet tip of his cock smacks against my pussy as he settles between my legs at the edge of the bed and drapes my calves over his shoulders.
“Tell me if you want me to wear a condom, honey. If not, I’m going to slide deep just like this,” he warns, sounding downright guttural.
“No condom. I want you bare—” I cut myself off with a scream as he thrusts forward and buries himself to the hilt in a single move.
Blissfully full, I shoot my arms out in front of me and grab at him. My nails cut across his chest, decorating the pale skin in marks that he stares down at, a feral grin parting his lips.
“That’s it. Mark me up. Missed it. Missed you. Fuck, baby,” he rushes out, his pupils blown, glazed.
“Deeper,” I demand through clenched teeth.
Clutching at my hips, he tugs me closer, shifting into a deeper position. Stars flash across my vision, black dimming the edges with every thrust. I’m floating, half in this plane and half in another universe where there’s only me and him and him and me.
He bears down on me and turns his head to kiss my ankle before reaching around my legs to rub my clit. One touch is enough to bring me to my release, but two have me tumbling off a cliff and diving into euphoria.
I come hard and unforgivingly, my walls squeezing around his cock as my back arches and mind melts. A pulsing silence fills my ears as I buck against him, and he shouts, following right after me.
“Take it, Poppy. Take me. Fucking take it all.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I mumble, nodding through my orgasm.
His warmth floods me, bringing an aftershock of pleasure with it. He lowers my legs and wraps them around his waist before leaning over my body and kissing my belly and breasts.
He hums and pants into my skin, and I cup the back of his head, holding him there. Silence envelops us, and I let my eyes drift shut, listening to the sound of his breathing.
“That was . . .” he starts, nuzzling against me.
I scratch his scalp, nodding. “Incredible? Brain melting?”
“Something like that.”