sweetness hits me like I’ve just bitten into a luscious peach. When I flick my tongue against her clit, her hands turn into fists, the sheet balled up in them. She lets out a soft whimper, and her knees—which are on either side of my head—begin to tremble.
If I’m honest, pleasuring a woman orally has never been my favorite part of a sexual experience, but watching her melt under my touch is driving me wild. These months of watching her, waiting for her, and wanting her, have only let me imagine this moment and the things I’d do to her given the chance. And I plan on checking off every damn item on my list tonight.
As my mouth works her over, her breathing gets harder and louder. Her legs shake more violently and her back begins to arch upward. I hold her hips down where I need them and push her over the edge, enjoying every minute I have her honeyed sweetness on my tongue.
When she goes limp beneath me, I remove myself from her, kissing my way back up her body as I work to free myself from my pajama bottoms. I’m on my knees, hovering over her, pushing my pants down my hips, but she places her hands on my chest and pushes me back. I lose my balance and topple over. I’m surprised and caught off guard, wondering if she’s finally seen the light. Did I finally push her too far? Is she going to run away from me now? But instead of getting up and running away from me, she moves between my legs. Perched on her knees before me, her dark eyes lock on mine. I haven’t lost her yet.
Fifteen
Poppy
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t give myself a second to think about it. I don’t want to think about how this could complicate things for us tomorrow, or how this could affect the rest of the agreement we have in place. But deep down, I don’t care. I’ve seen more of the real Matthew than ever before. He’s bared his soul to me without even realizing it, and because of that, I see the man he is, and I need him more than ever.
He seems surprised when I push him away from me. He’s wearing a panicked expression like he doesn’t know if I’m about to run off or break down and cry. But neither is the case. I’ve dreamed of this day for so long now that there’s no way I’m not getting what I want. And what I want is to feel him beneath me. I want to know how soft his skin is, how hard he can get, and what he tastes like. I reach out and wrap my hand around his massive length, slowly moving it up and down.
He lets out a hushed breath and his head falls back against the pillows. He doesn’t seem to be in any hurry. Like me, he just looks to be enjoying something he’s thought about for so long now. I don’t give myself time to think about that, considering I thought he hated me most days. I lean forward, sliding his tip into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and his head pops up to watch me. I feel his muscles begin to harden—his thighs beneath my arms, and the stomach muscles I can see when I look up.
Slowly, I take him deeper and deeper, all the way to the back of my throat. I suck and swirl and repeat the process, bobbing my head along his length. His breathing picks up and his hand flies to the back of my head, fingers tangling into my hair. He tugs slightly but not painfully. It’s just the hardened edge I need. His hips start to lift with my movements, like he can’t bear the thought of me removing myself from him. His breathing gets louder as his lips part, and even though his head is still up, his eyes are closed, blinded by too much passion to watch me.
“Oh, fuck. You have to stop,” he says in a pleading tone. “Stop or I’m going to cum in that pretty mouth of yours.” His tone is one of a weak man, like he’s hanging on for dear life and suddenly asking for forgiveness for all of his past sins.
I keep going, yearning to taste him on my tongue. “Fuck, Poppy,” he breathes out, his head finally falling back against the pillows.