Page 35 of Hard as Stone
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, trailing my fingers along her inner thighs. “So perfect.”
She shivers at my touch, her breathing rapid and shallow. Her skin is like silk beneath my fingers, each touch drawing soft gasps and trembles. In the moonlight, she’s a vision—all soft curves and wanting, her arousal glistening like stars caught on earth. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. The scent of her desire fills my senses, sweet and musky, and I have to fight the urge to bury my face between her legs right then.
“Axel...” My name falls from her lips in a plea filled with wanting. “I don’t know if we can do this here, like this... What if your bike tips?”
“It won’t.” I slide my hands under her thighs, spreading her wider as I settle between her legs. “I’m going to eat you so good. Get your cream all through my beard so you’re all I can smell for days.”
Poppy whimpers as I press soft, open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs, inching closer and closer to where she needs me most.
“Axel, please...” Poppy arches off the bike, her hands tangling in my hair as she tries to guide my mouth where she wants it. But I resist, continuing my slow, teasing exploration of her silky skin.
“Patience, trouble,” I murmur, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “I want to savor this. Savor you.”
She makes a desperate little noise that shoots straight to my cock. I’m so hard it’s painful, my erection straining against the zipper of my jeans. But I force myself to take my time, to worship her body the way she deserves.
I lave my tongue along the crease of her thigh, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with the sweet musk of her arousal. Poppy trembles, her hips lifting in silent offering. Slowly, reverently, I drag my tongue through her slick folds.
The flavor of her explodes on my tongue—tart and sweet and so uniquely Poppy. I almost have to grip the base of my cock to keep from coming in my pants. She tastes like heaven and sin, and I know I’ll never get enough.
Poppy moans, her hips tilting upward as she presses herself against my mouth. “Oh, god, Axel. Please...”
I groan against her core, and her back arches off the bike as my tongue delves deeper, exploring.
“Axel...” Her voice is breathless, wrecked. “That feels so good.”
I hum in response, the vibrations making her gasp and buck against my face. Using my shoulders, I push her thighs further apart, opening her fully to my hungry mouth. My tongue swirls around her clit before sucking it between my lips, and Poppy nearly sobs with pleasure.
Her little moans and whimpers spur me on as I feast on her, determined to make her fall apart. I alternate between broad strokes of my tongue and targeted flicks against her swollen nub, relishing every shudder and cry I draw from her trembling body.She’s so responsive, so uninhibited in her pleasure, and it just makes me want to unravel her even more.
“Axel... I...” Poppy’s voice catches in her throat as her orgasm builds. Her nails dig into my biceps, and I hope to god her fingers leave crescent-shaped marks in my skin. I want to be marked by her, want to wear the evidence of her pleasure on my body.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur against her slick flesh. “Let go for me. Wanna feel you come on my tongue.”
I love every damn second of her surrendering to me like this—wanton, wild, and so fucking sexy.
With one final flick of my tongue, she arches off the bike with a cry, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes undone. I hold her hips steady, working her through the tremors of her release until she collapses back against the fuel tank, panting.
“Oh my god,” Poppy breathes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. “That was...”
“Delicious,” I growl, sliding up her body to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She moans as she tastes herself on my tongue, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
“Axel,” she whispers against my lips, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I want you. Inside me.”
I’m so hard that my cock has probably made a mess of precum all over my jeans. The throb is almost painful. But I force myself to slow down. This isn’t just about desire—it’s about showing her exactly what she means to me. About making this moment count.
With a groan, I press my forehead against hers and try to regain some semblance of control. “Not here, sweetheart. Not like this.”
Poppy’s eyes flutter open as I pull her dress back down her thighs. “What? Why not?”
“Because as much as I want to bury myself inside you right now”—I brush my thumb across her cheek—”when I finally get my dick in you, it’s gonna be more than a quick fuck on my bike.”
She lets out a breathless laugh. “I don’t know. Fucking on your bike sounds pretty good to me right now.”
I let out an erotic hum, bringing my thumb back to her mouth and running it along her bottom lip. “One day very soon, trouble, I’ll be putting this sassy mouth of yours to better use.”
Poppy’s eyes darken, her tongue darting out to lick my thumb. “Stop threatening me with a good time, Road Captain,” she teases, nipping lightly.
I groan at the feel of her teeth on my skin, desire pulsing through me. “Christ, Poppy. You’re going to push me till I break, aren’t you?”
