Page 57 of Poppy Kisses
I wrapped a hand around her waist and caught those puffy lips. She plastered herself against me. Her sweet tongue was in my mouth. I met her stroke for stroke, tasting the syrup in whatever drink she’d had tonight. I’d been wanting this woman since I’d first seen her on the laptop screen. I fumbled behind me, searching for the door handle of my pickup.
After getting the door open, my ass hit the seat. The dome lights stayed on and we made our own private cove. I swiped my hands up her shirt, landing on that soft, velvety skin I felt in my dreams. It was getting darker, but I didn’t want to risk stripping her down entirely. Ditching her stomach, I hooked my thumbs in her pants and started to tug down.
Clarity hit me. We were adults, and we had to be smart about this. I broke the kiss. If only I could see her puffy lips and dazed eyes, but this was important. “Sorry. I don’t have a condom with me.”
“Oh.” She twined her hands around my head and kissed me. “I mean, if we’re going to be it for each other for a while, and I’m on the pill…”
The thrill I got from thinking of sinking into her wet heat with nothing between us should concern me. I was near feral for Poppy Duke. “I want that, baby, but you’ve gotta be sure. I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”
“Me either, and I get checked at every physical.”
“I had to. After…” I did not want to think about that part of my history right now. “You’re okay with it?”
Her shadowed smile was sexy. “It’s more efficient, right? Since we’ll probably have to seize the moment a lot?”
“I like how you think.” I dragged her pants down. “Now kick those fucking pants off and climb on top of me.”
She got them off and stepped out of her shoes at the same time. My butt slammed on the seat, and she was scrambling in with me.
I yanked my pants down and her hands were there too, freeing me from the confines of the fabric. I hissed when she gripped my erection.
“You’re going to feel so good,” I said through gritted teeth.
She tried to straddle me. One of her knees hit the metal frame and her other bumped the console, but that didn’t stop her. Desire must be coursing as hot through her blood as it was through mine. I helped her lift her leg between the front and passenger seats and I raised her other until it draped over my shoulder and the seat.
“I’m really exposed,” she said breathlessly.
I held her with her pussy hovering right above the tip of my cock. “My favorite is when you’re exposed. And I have all the control.”
I lowered her and notched inside an inch. Tight, wet heat gripped the tip of my cock. If this was only the beginning, tonight would be seared into my memory forever.
“Jensen.” She dug her fingers into my shoulders, and her ass muscles flexed as she tried to wiggle her hips.
“I need to make sure you’re wet enough.” I lifted her and lost some of that drugging warmth. We didn’t have much room, but I dragged her back and forth across my crown. She coated me. “Fucking dripping.”
Her whimper got lost in the night. “I need…” She was breathing hard, her legs tense and her body taut. I supported her, but her position wasn’t a natural one.
“Tell me what you need, Poppy.”
“I need you to fuck me.” She clamped her legs around me as much as possible, and I lowered her. So fucking close to heaven.
She had no idea how much that got to me. My control nearly snapped. “Say please.” I needed to hear that she needed me just as much.
“I need you to fuck me, please.” She said it without hesitation. The push-pull we normally had was absent. Desire swelled larger in me, pulsating and demanding. I carefully lowered her as I thrust up.
Tight, wet heat enveloped me, all-consuming. “Fuck,” I said against her mouth. “You feel so good.”
She wriggled until she’d fully settled on me. “You’re so big.”
“You’re just right.” She was. A perfect fit. We were in an uncomfortable position, but we clicked together.
Some of the stiffness had left her. By the time I was done with her, she’d be completely pliant. I took over, pumping my hips as much as possible and lifting her. My pleasure skyrocketed. I gritted my teeth to keep control. She squeezed me as we both chased a high that came closer with each stroke.
The way we were crushed together provided the friction she needed. Her walls rippled, on the brink of her climax, gripping me tight, pushing me ever closer to the edge.
“Jensen?” She said my name like another plea.
I couldn’t get enough. “Let yourself go, Poppy. Let me feel you come.”
