Page 175 of Five Summers

As we step into the room, Poppy’s breath catches when I pull her closer, pressing her against the door. Our lips touch, sparking a fire inside her, and she passionately wraps her arms around me, matching the intensity of my kiss. She’s the addiction I’ve always yearned for, a desire I’ve held onto. My grip on her hip tightens as she digs her nails into my scalp, both of us wanting more. With my arm wrapped around her waist, I guide her backward towards the bed.

When we reach the bed, I lower her onto the soft mattress and lie on top of her. I’m so turned on and I grind my hard cock against her. She lets out that soft moan that I fucking adore.

“Fuck. You make me lose my mind, Princess.”

I'm fighting the urge to rip the clothes off her body and fuck her right now.

As I press my lips against her jawline, her eyelids flutter close. I gently graze my teeth along the velvety curve of her neck. The scent she exudes is absolutely intoxicating.

“Brace yourself for a wild night. We’re gonna be in bunk beds for two nights, so I’m gonna make the most of it by fucking you all night long." I feel her shiver under my touch, and it brings a smile to my face.

I slip my hands under her shirt and strip it off her. Planting a tender kiss between her breasts, I slowly make my way to her erect nipples.

"This needs to go," I suggest, playfully tugging on the lace of her bra.

She reaches behind her back to unclip her bra, forcing her tits into my face. Feeling restless, I teasingly bite her nipple, a mischievous smirk on my face as I grow increasingly impatient. The only thing I crave is skin-on-skin.

I take in the sight of her semi-nakedness. She's just as gorgeous as before, and her tits have gotten a little bigger, but fuck, they're still flawless.

She lets out a soft moan as I playfully circle my tongue around her hard nipple. Enjoying the sounds she makes, I shift my attention to the other one, well aware her eyes watch my every move. Her next moan brings a smirk to my face. I fucking love it.

As I glide my lips along her body, I press delicate kisses down her skin until I reach her belly. With a gentle touch, my fingertips trace the silvery stretch marks just below her belly button.

She's tense, as if she wants to shield them, as though she fears I’ll only see her imperfections. When she tries to cover them, I grab her hands to make her stop.

“Never hide them, Princess. You’re beautiful to me. You always have been,” I say, softly caressing her skin with my fingers. “Did you get these marks when you were pregnant with Alex?”

I pick up on her hesitation, her eyes searching mine, and then she takes a deep breath and gives me a slight nod.

I tenderly place a kiss on her stomach, on top of her stretch marks. “I love you, and I love your body. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Letting go of her hands, I observe her closely as she moves them to her sides. My gaze returns to the stretch marks, and I feel a deep affection, a reminder that she carried our child. I treasure how her body bears the evidence of nurturing our son. I wish I could have been there to experience the joy of feeling her stomach as our son grew, to kiss it, and to witness the beauty of her body transforming with the creation of life. My son, the little guy who already holds a piece of my heart. She has given me the most incredible gift one person can give another.

I unbutton her jeans, carefully undoing the zipper and sliding them down her hips. Within seconds, I’m on my feet, removing her jeans from her legs. As I toss them aside, I stand there checking her out. She lies on the bed, gazing up at me, her long blonde hair cascading around her like a halo, accentuating her flawless features. Her gaze fixed on me as I slowly remove her panties. She fidgets slightly, and I can’t help but wish she didn’t have any insecurities. If only she could see herself how I see her - perfect in every possible way.

“Jesus, look at you.” My gaze sweeps over her naked body. ‘You’re so fucking perfect.’ I trail a finger down her wet slit. “Open, show me that pussy.”

I’m getting all excited as she opens her legs.

“Wider,” I whisper, my voice rumbling with a gravelly tone. “Show me everything, Princess.” Lowering onto my knees at the foot of the bed, I lick my lips and zero in on her pussy. “I'm gonna make you come so fucking hard.” That’s the only warning I give her before I glide my tongue over her clit. She lets out a desperate, needy sound, that makes me smirk.

I lick a heated circle, then playfully flick her clit, eliciting soft whimpers as she basks in the overwhelming sensations.

Her moans of pleasure fill the room as she tightly clenches my hair, her fist forming a firm grip.

“Fuck yeah, you’ve always liked that,” I tell her before sucking on her clit, listening to the wet sounds that escape my mouth. "Keep making those sexy noises," I say, going deeper, passionately devouring her.

As I introduce a finger, she lets out a muffled moan, her body responding to the rhythm of my tongue against her sensitive spot. When her hips arch, it takes the experience to a whole new level.

“Xander,” she breathes out, and though we’ve only just begun, I can sense she’s almost there. I slip in another finger, teasingly withdrawing them before easing them back in.

“Oh, God,” she moans, her voice laced with a seductive breathiness that I’ve always found sexy.

When I sense that she’s on the verge of exploding, I remove my finger and plant a soft kiss on her thigh. She lifts her head and stares down at me.

“Xander, I was so close,” she confesses and I hear the disappointment in her voice.

“I know,” I reply with a smug smirk before giving her clit another lick. “Eyes on me,” I tell her when she glances up at the ceiling.

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