Page 64 of Poppy Kisses
A drop of precum wet his tip and I spread it around. “I want to play with this.”
“Too bad. I want to taste you.” He pushed off and peeled my pants down my legs before shedding his own.
I didn’t have a stitch on, and fading sunlight poured through the window. I had the urge to duck and hide, but he was also gloriously naked. His erection jutted out, and I got the full view.
I cocked a leg up and propped myself on an elbow. “I mean, there is one way we can do both.”
His dick twitched. “Fuck me, Poppy. Are you suggesting a sixty-nine?” He raked his gaze down my body, and it should’ve been impossible, but his erection swelled more.
“Is that what the kids call it?” My face burned and I wanted to roll into the blanket I was sprawled on. Yet, I didn’t. Knowing we had an end date and that he wasn’t going to search for someone else until then made me so comfortable.
“Call it what you want, I’m in,” he said gruffly.
A sixty-nine would be the epitome of exposed. I wasn’t trained to look hot while contorting into sexual positions. Last night it’d been dark, and this time, I would be pushed into the couch. I wasn’t as insecure as usual around him, but my ass in his face in full light would do it.
He took my hands and pulled me up.
Startled, I landed against his chest. “I can’t do a handstand.”
“No, four-ten. My balls don’t hang that low. You’re going to sit on my face.”
Panic seized my chest. “N-no. I can’t do that.”
He lay down and rubbed his chest, his gaze eating up my body. “You can.” He stroked his fingers down to his erection and gave it a pump. “Get on. If you want to.”
He wasn’t issuing a challenge, or I might’ve launched myself onto his dick. My body hummed, wanting everything he had to offer. His tongue. Those fingers. His cock.
But sitting on his face?
He stroked himself again, his gaze roaming from my breasts to my crotch.
“Do guys really?—”
“Yes. Whatever you’re asking, yes.”
“How can you breathe?”
“Smother me.”
A nervous laugh left me. Between his ravenous gaze, his pulsing erection, and the throb between my thighs, I wasn’t quitting now. “Okay, then.”
I shut my brain off and concentrated on his cock. It worked until his hot breath wafted over my pussy while my ass was in the air. My urge to flee kicked in, but his hands were wrapped around my thighs. The first stroke of his tongue and the following groan immediately settled me.
Arousal centered me. There was nothing but the two of us and the ecstasy we could give each other. I concentrated on my task and matched his pace. We fell into a mirror rhythm, and as my pleasure ramped up, I worked him faster. He twitched more, his hips rolled up, and his abs clenched and unclenched. I’d never experienced this level of connectedness and synchronicity before.
My climax grew fast and hit with little warning. I couldn’t cry out because my mouth was full, but a sound ripped from my chest. Just as I spasmed, so did he. I clamped on tight and rode out my orgasm while taking all of his.
I had to pull away from him, gasping for breath. My butt was still exposed, and dammit, I should’ve closed the curtains, but my brain wasn’t exactly online right now. Jensen helped spin me around and he gathered me into his chest.
I didn’t want to move. He was warm and hard and we were both naked and messy.
“Oh, shit, sorry.” He scooted up with me in his arms. “This is cuddling, but I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
He released me, and I didn’t want to go. This was why I didn’t want to cuddle. I could sink into him and never come out. Just like now. I didn’t move. A couple of minutes wouldn’t hurt. “I’m okay. Trust me.”
“Me too,” he murmured. “You and that mouth are going to kill me.”
I giggled, tempted to trace through the fine hair sprinkling his chest. “I thought I was literally going to kill you when I sat on your face.”
