Page 25 of Promising Little Poppy

“Ahhh...” Poppy cried out as the electricity coursed through her body.

CJ chuckled, the sound deep in her throat and downright devious. “Oh, this is certainly going to be enjoyable, isn’t it?”

Walking Poppy backward until the backs of her knees hit the mattress, CJ helped Poppy to position herself on the king-sized bed. It was perfect for people wanting to roll and slide, to explore and romp. But this time, they wouldn’t need the space. This time, CJ was going to worship Poppy’s body, was going to lick and suck and taste until Poppy couldn’t take another moment.

“I don’t know what you’re comfortable with, kitten, but know you can call me whatever you’d like in here. I want you to feel safe with me now, just as you are any other time. God knows I would love to be your Daddy in here too, sweetheart, but if it’s too soon or not some...”

Her words were cut off as a pillow nearly missed her face. “Stop worrying and come here!”

“Oh you’re going to pay for that, you brat!”

CJ climbed on top of Poppy’s naked body, her hands trailing up the woman’s sides as she kissed and licked and nipped until Poppy was squirming and squealing.

Okay, so maybe the king-size bed wasn’t exactly a bad thing to have.

With laughter shaking them both, CJ suddenly sobered, taking in Poppy’s body beneath her.

In the past, CJ had enjoyed intimacy and sex. At times—and with the right person—she had even loved it. But now, still fully clothed with a naked, willing Poppy beneath her, CJ was goddamn infatuated with it and she had barely even begun.

Poppy was thick and curvy with rolls and dips and divots. With stretch marks and dimples.

And she was fuckingperfect.

CJ was so busy admiring Poppy that she hadn’t noticed the woman beneath her had gone still, a look of wonder and awe in her pretty, green eyes. It was only when she followed the sight of Poppy’s hand that she realized exactly what had stopped the other woman in her tracks.

Poppy had begun to unbutton CJ’s shirt without her even realizing it. The fabric was open just enough, exposing CJ’s bare chest beneath with only a thin, black bra covering her breasts.

“Is that...”

How could she have been so foolish to forget? CJ had the tattoo for years, yet somehow she hadn’t once mentioned it to Poppy.

“In honor of my grandparents and their flower farm.” It was all CJ said.

Of course, she had loved her grandparents deeply while they were on the Earth and she missed them terribly. After all, they had given her a second chance at life when her parents all but decided that fame was more important than building a family which included her. But with the woman of her dreams naked and pliable beneath her fingers, CJ wanted all thoughts of her deceased grandparents pushed to the far recesses of her brain.

Despite CJ’s lack of words, Poppy’s fingers traced over the gentle petals of the flowers of her namesake where they were permanently inked into CJ’s skin. The three flowers—the threepoppies—in various stages of bloom were created from the finest of black lines. Stems twined together as if growing from the same plant while several smaller buds that had yet to open were interspersed between the open blooms.

“Will you tell me about it later?” Poppy asked quietly, her fingers still brushing against the ink with gentle caresses. “Will you tell me about them?”

CJ smiled back at her from where she was still straddling Poppy’s hips. “Yeah, kitten. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

With that, the soft, tender moment was forgotten as CJ finished unbuttoning her shirt before pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall somewhere behind her on the bed. She had expected Poppy to be tentative, having never been intimate with a woman before, but as Poppy had continued to do since their very first meeting, Poppy surprised her in the very best way.

Poppy’s hands trailed over the thin material of CJ’s bra. She explored the small swell of the other woman’s breasts before dipping curious fingers beneath the fabric. Without padding, Poppy was able to watch as her actions caused CJ’s nipples to harden. “Can you take it off? I… I want to see all of you.”

CJ had never been shy about her body. Sure, she worked out regularly and was what most people would call athletic, yet knowing Poppy would be seeing her nude for the first time still gave her pause. She momentarily worried it would be the breaking point that caused Poppy to run, afraid of the unknown. But she pushed the intrusive thought away, knowing that Poppy had been clear and open with her feelings up until this point. Poppy wanted this, wanted CJ, just as much as CJ wanted Poppy.

After a quick, soft kiss to Poppy’s lips, CJ pushed up from the bed. She made quick yet efficient work of undressing, neatly placing the articles of her clothing over a nearby armchair before walking back to the bed. Poppy had shifted, laying on her stomach facing where her Daddy stood. A goofy grin that CJ was unaccustomed to seeing on Poppy’s face had her reciprocating with a smile of her own. “What’s so silly over there, little girl?”

A blush spread across Poppy’s cheeks and she hid her face behind one of the numerous pillows from atop the oversized bed. “I just can’t stop looking at you. You’re so pretty.”

CJ laughed, not sure what she had been expecting, but knowing that certainly wasn’t it. She had been called many things over the years—cute, hot, even sexy a time or two. She had been called every slur in the book as a young, queer kid in Florida. Been called masculine and androgynous. But as she thought back on all the things people had called her, pretty had never been one. “Hey, then put that pillow down and look, sweetheart. I’m not going to stop you from that. I’m yours to look at, just as much as you’re mine.”

Slowly, Poppy lowered the pillow, her cheeks still as red as the fresh tomatoes in the greenhouse. “I’m sorry…”

Shaking her head from side to side, CJ climbed up the mattress naked as the day she was born and uncaring of the scene she made. Settling next to Poppy, she pulled the woman into her arms, making sure that they could look each other in the eyes. “Stop. You havenothingto apologize for, sweetheart. I know that in the past, you might not have been treated kindly or with the respect you deserve. But I’m not going to make fun of you or admonish you, okay. Not for your likes and dislikes, not for what turns you on, and certainly not for wanting to look at me, tocomplimentme. Hell, a beautiful woman like you?”

CJ pulled her lower lip between her teeth, slyly shaking her head again. Though this time, it wasn’t to stop Poppy from apologizing. No, this look spoke of something much deeper—an awe that spoke of how amazed she was that Poppy chose her.

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