Page 138 of Home Field Advantage
“No. Watch.”
Her head snaps up, eyes connected with mine again as she bites down on her bottom lip. Her one leg trembles slightly as she tries her best to hold it together. I cup both of her breasts once, playing with each nipple before trailing my fingers down her stomach, stopping at the hem of her panties.
“Please,” she whispers softly and breathlessly.
“Say it again.”
“Please touch me.”
“That’s my girl, but there’s one thing before I do…”
I remove my hands from her and make my way to the end table to grab the vibrator. I go to turn it on and it vibrates to life in my hands. I lift an eyebrow and smirk. “Have you used this yet, Poppy?”
She shakes her head.
“Good, because I told you I’d help you check it off your list. And I fully intend on making that happen now.”
She doesn’t move where she stands, but shock is written all over her face as if she didn’t believe me. I can’t help but grin wider as I take my place behind her again, watching her through the mirror.
Reaching around her, I tug her panties to the side with my pinkie finger, before lining the vibrator up with her clit. The moment it makes contact, she sucks in a sharp breath, and one hand involuntarily reaches for her breasts.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say against her bare shoulder, pressing my lips against it. “Do you see how perfect you are?”
“Dallas.”
“Watch,” I order, reaching further around her as I slide the vibrator into her pussy. She’s watching intently as it completely disappears inside of her, and I can’t help but watch the pleasure on her face. The way her lips form an O shape. The way her hand grips my forearm for something to hold onto. The way her legs tremble from the intensity of it all.
“Oh my god,” she breathes out, rapid and frantic, rocking her hips as if she’s fucking the vibrator. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life watching her. “More. I want more.”
“You want my cock inside this tight little pussy?”
“Yes…please,” she draws out.
“On the bed, Poppy. Hands and knees.”
She does as I ask. I keep my gaze locked on hers as I turn the vibrator off, tossing it on the mattress before reaching into my back pocket. I put the condom packet between my teeth as I unbutton my jeans.
“Does it feel different without one?”
“A little,” I admit, taking the condom wrapper out of my mouth. “But I haven’t had sex without one in a very,verylong time.”
“I’ve only ever been with you.”
Her admission is one I know, but hearing it again from herlips sparks a feeling deep inside that I can’t explain. This urge to protect her, claim her, and never let her go is overwhelming. She admitted earlier tonight that she belongs to me, saying I have every part of her. At the moment, I couldn’t fully grasp what that meant, and I didn’t want to. My only focus was on her pleasure.
You have every part of me.
Her words ring in my ear, making me want to give her every part ofme.
“If you’re okay with it, I can toss this to the side,” I say, holding up the foiled wrapper in my hand. She nods, and my cock stands at attention, pre-cum dripping from the tip, the moment I slide my boxer briefs down. It’s been craving to be inside of her since we were back at the lake.
Kneeling behind her, the mattress dips under me, and I lean forward to press a kiss to her ass before giving it a light smack. She jumps and makes a noise that’s a mix of a shriek and a moan, and my dick gets harder if that’s even possible. When I look at the mirror again, I see we’re both still watching each other through it from the bed. I angle my cock up to her from behind, she arches her back, giving me better access, and I groan the moment the tip becomes soaked with her arousal.
“There’s no way I’m going to last,” I say, looking at her eyes through the mirror. And then I slide fully into her. “Fuuuck.”
“Dallas,” she shouts. I pull out of her slowly and slam into her. “Oh my god.” She tucks her head down, arching her back more to give me better access.
“Eyes. On. Me,” I tell her. “I want you to watch me fuck you, Poppy. I want to see those green eyes glisten as I take”—I pull out of her, thrusting into her again—“what’s mine.”
