Page 53 of Poppy Kisses
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“It’s not going to take much.” I gripped the armrests as need slammed into me.
She slid the boxers over the crown of my dick, and it popped free like it’d been suffocating for months. More like years.
I lifted my gaze from the way I was straining for the ceiling with her tanned hand wrapped around the base to the interested way she was studying my package. Her eyes were bright and there was an anticipation there. She wanted to do this. She wanted to wrap those full pink lips around the tip of the crown and take me inside her mouth as far as I’d go.
I didn’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’d keep doing it. Forever. I had a beautiful woman on her knees in front of me and she wanted to pleasure me. She didn’t act like it was a chore. She claimed it was to get even, but that look on her face said differently.
Then she licked her lips.
Just as she was leaning in, I grasped her chin. “You’re pretty goddamn amazing, you know that?”
“Because I’m going to suck your dick?”
Well, yes. “Because you look at me like you want to.”
“Because I do.” She tightened her grip and gave me a pump.Fuuuuck. I rolled my hips into her exquisite touch. She rubbed her cheek against my palm. “You make me want to give you the same pleasure you gave me or die trying.”
“You’re already giving me more than I’ve ever had.”
A flash of confusion preceded her disbelief. “I’m already on my knees. Are you going to let me suck you off or not?”
“Yes. Very much yes.” I peeled my finger and thumb from her chin.
She gave my shaft another stroke and then dropped her head. All air froze in my lungs when her lips wrapped around my crown.
“Fuck, Poppy.” A tentative lick had me gripping the armrests of my office chair.
She moaned and sucked me in as far as I could go. I jerked against the chair, and she clung to my hip with her free hand.
I sucked in marginal amounts of air as the sensations she caused overpowered me. I was but one giant aroused nerve. I charged toward my peak, unable to hold off the orgasm so I could enjoy this a little bit longer. But I’d be reliving it every night in bed. During every shower. I’d have my hand wrapped around my cock, and I’d strive to replicate the bold licks of her tongue.
“Poppy, your mouth feels like heaven. I’m going to come.”
She moaned in response. It was my undoing.
I tangled my hand in her curls. “I can’t hold back.” It was a warning. She needed to save herself before I unloaded like I never had before.
She didn’t back off. I flipped over the edge, tumbling head over heels as I orgasmed. She licked and sucked, and instead of a quick climax, I came and came and came. The chair’s wheels scraped against the floor, and I nearly yanked the armrests off.
Shudders racked my body when she finally released me. My dick popped free of her mouth and cool air wafted over my glistening shaft. All I wanted to do was curl up with her, but she wiped her mouth and sat back on her heels. No, that wouldn’t do. I gathered her into my arms and onto my lap. I buried my face into the crook of her neck. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Good.” She settled against me. We fit perfectly. “It’s a bad idea. Right?”
“You giving me head before school pickup is a great idea.”
She giggled and poked my shoulder. “No. Fooling around. But orgasms before the school run do sound like a good deal.”
She wasn’t ready to sleep with me and she might never be. We’d be married, but I’d have months to get to know her. To show her that this wasn’t a bad idea. That maybe we weren’t a mistake. What crackled between us wasn’t a fluke. It wasn’t something we should just ignore. Already, this arrangement was working better than what I’d experienced before.
She’d moved to Coal Haven just when I was resigning myself to a long single life. I was marrying this woman. It might be a business deal, but…what if it wasn’t? What if we fanned these flames and made a fire that wouldn’t burn out from disinterest and a lack of priorities?
She hadn’t indicated she wanted more, and I wasn’t going to ask. The days of begging for a woman’s affection were over. But if she wanted to explore our chemistry? I was there for it.
ChapterTwelve
