Page 41 of Spotlight on Poppy

He watched her look around and take it all in, everything from the sagging couch that looked like it belonged on the set of Full House, the carpet that was worn thin in the walking path, the wallpaper that had been yellowed by his father’s nicotine. Why had he brought her here? The shame spiral started setting in. He looked down and saw that he was gripping her shoulder so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He let go of her and shook out his hand.

"Hey, what's the matter?" She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.

He shook his head, "It's nothing, sometimes it's just weird bringing people back here. You are only the second person I have ever brought here."

"Well, as lovely as your home is, I did come here to see one room in particular." She stepped closer to him and pinned him in place with her smoldering gaze.

"Right," he said, finding his confidence again. "Come with me." Taking her by the hand, he led her down the hallway.

He opened the door to his room and watched as Poppy walked in taking in his space. He took in her body,reallytook it in. He had tried for the most part not to sexualize her despite the bone level attraction he had for her, but with permission given he was sexualizing the hell out of her.

Her back was to him right now, her long dark hair was down to her mid-back, and his gaze moved further down to her ass. That ass was perfection. He wanted to spank it and watch the ripple that he knew that ass would give. At that thought his cock strained almost painfully against his jeans.

She walked over to his bed and turned around. His gaze rested first on her face, her dark brown eyes burning with lust. He watched as she licked her bottom lip. Her full pouty mouth was so damn kissable. His eyes traveled further down. He relished in watching her, allowing all the dirty thoughts he had ever had about her to run through his head. Giving himself permission to fantasize about Poppy was opening the floodgates of sexual fantasies.

Deliciously slow, one by one, she unbuttoned her shirt, her eyes fixed on his. He saw the peak of red lace as she unbuttoned lower. When she got the last button undone, she slipped the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the ground. The sight of her lacey red bra barely containing her perfect breasts had him breathing heavily. He continued his perusal, noticing that her hands were stilled over the buttons of her jeans.

One day he would enjoy undressing her, but right now he was enjoying watching her, allowing himself to take her fully from the Poppy he knew his whole life, who he respected too much to sexualize without her consent, to this moment, when he would take Poppy and greedily eat up any morsel she was willing to give to him.

He looked at her face, her eyebrows were cocked as if asking permission to undress further. He nodded at her, and she slowly undid the button of her jeans and slowly slipped them over the swells of her hips. Her jeans dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of them. He took her in, all of her. The fullness of her breasts, the soft roundness of her belly, and he was hungry to see what was hidden under those panties.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted it over his head. He watched as she bit her bottom lip. The idea that she might want him as badly as he wanted her was new to him. He had been in love with her his entire life and had always fought those feelings because he didn't think she would ever return them. But that was changing now, and the look on her face was all he needed. He toed out of his shoes and undid the button of his jeans. His cock sprung out as he pushed them down his hips. Spurred on by the look on her face he gave his cock one hard stroke through his boxers. Poppy licked her lips watching him. That small action awakened something in him. The side that needed to possess her and drive her over the edge. He wanted to make her come again and again, knowing that would give him almost as much pleasure as his own release.

"I'm going to worship your body and make you come all night. Is that okay with you, Princess?" he rasped.

Poppy's eyes widened and mouth fell open. She nodded her head.

"Good, now lie on the bed."

Poppy sat on his bed and slowly laid herself back and ran her hands over her body. Josh prowled over to the bed and sat on the end. He picked up her foot and kissed her ankle, then he started kissing his way up her body. He kissed her calves and thighs, not veering inward yet, there would be time for that, and he intended to take his time. As he kissed a little higher, he was almost to her belly, he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. He knew she might be self-conscious about this part of her body because society sucked. But he loved it because it was a part of this amazing sexy woman, and he loved all of her.

"Is this okay, princess?" he asked.

"Yes," she said with a breathy sigh.

He continued his way up kissing her belly and breasts, which were still covered by her bra, then he kept going. He kissed up her chest and kissed her neck and shoulder. Then he started kissing down her arm. When he got to her hand, he kissed the backside of it, then he pressed a kiss to her palm. Her mouth was open, and her breathing had turned into little pants and her eyes were hooded with desire. As he held the heat of her gaze, he took her finger and traced his tongue to the tip. He drew the tip of her finger into his mouth and sucked on it.

She moaned, "Oh my god, Josh, you are so fucking hot."

"And you, Poppy, are sinful perfection."

She bit her lip and her breath shuttered. "Fuck me now," she panted.

"Oh no, princess, we are just getting started."

He laid down beside her and pulled her closer. He kissed her as he felt her lush soft body pressed against his own. He stopped and pulled back and looked at her, "You are so beautiful,” he said between kisses. “I've waited a long time for this." He felt like he could never get enough. He could never be close enough.

He pulled her close to him and delighted in the press of her breasts into his chest. He kissed down her neck as his hands found the clasp of her bra. He undid it with ease and slid it off her shoulder. He adjusted her onto her back and slipped it off completely. Pausing for just a moment to take in the sight of her breasts, he took one in his hand and watched as it was too big for his hand and spilled over. He thumbed her nipple to a peak and then he kissed it and sucked it into his mouth.

His hand slid down her belly and rested at the waistband of her lace panties. Though he wanted to rip them off and devour her, he would do that later. This time he wanted to savor every new part of her. He started to pull them down, kissing along her leg as he went until he slipped them all the way off.

Now he sat between the legs of a naked Poppy Smith, and it was like all of his fantasies come true, although the fantasies could never have held a candle to the real woman spread out naked before him. Pushing her legs wide, he looked at her perfect pussy for the first time. He licked his lips. This was going to be fun. She would be screaming his name by the end.

He ran his finger along the seam between her legs, already glistening with wetness. He pushed a finger in between her folds.

"Mmmm, you are so wet already, princess. Are you ready to come?"

"Yes, please touch me."

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