Page 51 of Sunshine
“Why can’t I stay away from you?” I mumble against her burning skin. “Why don’t I give a fuck about anything but pleasing you?”
These are questions for myself or the earth or the sky. They aren’t for Poppy because if she has the answers, I don’t want to hear them. I don’t want to know.
I run my hands up her sides, over her rib cage, and cup her breasts, squeezing to make her moan and seeking her nipples with my fingers.
When I find them, I groan with near pain.
A smile steals across Poppy’s face, and she glances down at me, her red-blonde hair mussed and glinting in the sunlight, hercheeks flushed and breath coming fast, her pillowy bottom lip caught between her teeth.
And Jesus, I could live my entire life on my knees for this woman.
“A little more proof of how wild I used to be,” she murmurs.
With fingers that fucking tremble and eyes that can’t quite believe what they see, I trace the peach-colored circle of Poppy’s nipples, each one pierced by a delicate silver bar with finely wrought flowers on each side. Then I close my eyes and rest my forehead on her stomach because it actually hurts to want her this bad.
I get to my feet and descend on her tits, pulling one nipple into my mouth and tonguing the bar to the sound of Poppy unravelling beneath me. I’m so fucking hard and so fucking desperate to show her how good I can make her feel that as I move to the other side and pluck at the tight, hard peak of her wet nipple, I moan against her skin and feel the hard, hot pull of arousal behind my navel.
Poppy’s breath comes harder and faster, her hips rock, and her quiet whimpers grow louder as I suck and squeeze and pinch her tits. I’ve never seen a woman come just playing with her nipples, but I know the sounds of an orgasm when I hear them. Poppy’s panting devolves into desperate heaves and moans as her body shudders, and as she threads her fingers into my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp sting, my dick swells and throbs and moisture gathers on the tip.
I’ve never come just playing with a woman’s tits before, but when Poppy’s whimpers grow louder and wilder, and I think about those hikers walking back this way close enough to hear, my balls tighten, and I prepare to blow in my pants.
“I’m—going—to—come,” Poppy gasps, a tremor rocking through her as I wedge my thigh between her legs and suckharder on her nipple, tonguing the metal bar, squeezing her other breast harder with my hand.
It’s a religious experience, Poppy grinding against me, her moans growing long and deep, every muscle in her willing body tensing before they melt again. Poppy’s orgasm pushes me over the edge, and I double over with a groan, rocking my hips and closing my eyes as my own climax releases in my jeans, leaving me shuddering and moaning and wanting more…
Until I realize I’ve come in my pants. Like a fucking teenager.
It’s uncomfortable to straighten, and I don’t really want to because then I’ll have to look at Poppy and admit my humiliation. But she’s quiet for too long so finally I raise my head.
She’s neat again, her clothes straight and her body covered, and she regards me with wide eyes that fall to my crotch before they bounce up again. “Did you…? Did I…?”
“This doesn’t usually happen to me. I swear.”
Her hand lifts slowly, and she covers her mouth. “Oh, my God.”
I tug at my pants. “I can explain.”
Poppy’s eyes grow intense above her hand, her eyebrows rise expectantly, and I don’t know what to say. Whatismy excuse? I’m a horny single dad who hasn’t had sex in years, and I’ve spent the last six months wishing I could kiss her.
Will her knowing that make this situation better or worse?
“You did this to me,” I say instead.
She drops her hand. “I did?”
“Yeah. With the shiny hair and the sweet lips and the pretty laugh. Those hips and the tatts and the nipple piercings.” I look up at the sky with a moan. “The fucking nipple piercings.”
“So, what you’re saying is…”
I drop my chin as Poppy pushes off the tree, her brow furrowed, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her perfectly imperfect teeth.
“Yeah?” I prompt.
“You’re saying you were so turned on by me, I made you come without even touching you?”
I pull on my neck and shrug with one shoulder. “Well…yeah.”
“That’s so hot,” she says breathily.
