orgasm, but I have to set the wand down, needing to taste her as she comes.
She’s sensitive to my tongue, bucking against my mouth as she grabs my hair and holds me to her. I suck her clit past my lips and batter it with my tongue, and she cries out. “Oh, my God, Connor. I can’t.”
“Yeah, you can. It’s been days since I’ve had you.”
“Then take me,” she bargains. “I want you inside me.”
I have to squeeze my cock hard and fast to keep from coming right then. “Turn over.”
She flips over quickly when I give her space, pulling her knees up beneath her but dropping to her elbows to present herself to me. I kneel behind her and lewdly pull her ass cheeks apart to see all of her. She sways her hips to tempt me, but I’m already hers.
She owns all of me. Always.
I line up with her entrance, and with one driving thrust, I fill her. She arches her back to take all of me. I don’t give her any mercy. I need to fuck myself onto her soul. All I can offer is the ugly stain of who I am, both past and present, but I hope it’s enough. Because I can be better for her. I already am. She’s changed me, somehow turning what was supposed to only be one day into forever.
I grip her ass, spreading her to watch my cock disappear into her pussy. It’s a gorgeous sight, one I will never take for granted. I’m on a hair trigger, but I want her to come once more. I want her to come with me.
I slip my finger down, teasing along her lips to gather her juices and smear it up over her tight pucker. “Poppy?” I ask, wanting permission.
She nods against the pillow, and I slow my strokes, focusing on gently slipping my finger into her ass. Once seated, my cock in her sweet pussy and my finger in her tight ass, I move in tandem, filling her and then retreating.
“You okay?”
Poppy lets out a deep moan of pleasure, so I pick up the pace. I watch her carefully, reading her sounds and movements to learn what she likes in this new way. I learn she doesn’t want it fast the way she wanted my fingers. Instead, she likes it slow and hard, so I slam into her again and again, watching the globes of her ass jiggle with every hammering thrust.
It doesn’t take long before we’re both hovering on the edge of release. Stars start to flash in the periphery of my vision, but I need one last thing from her. Keeping my punishing pace with my finger and cock, I reach forward with my other hand, gripping her hair. “Tell me, Poppy. Please.”
It’s not an order or a demand. It’s a begging plea for her to tell me that this is enough. That I am enough. That she believes me, forgives me . . . loves me.
“I love you.”
The response is instant, and I fly off the ledge into floating space, growling out, “I love you, too.”
I feel her pussy milking me as she comes, both of us experiencing so much at once . . . together. Jets of my cum explode from my balls, rushing down my shaft to fill her, and she takes it all greedily.
Our cries are loud, and distantly, I realize Nut and Juice are singing along with us. But I don’t give a single, solitary fuck about disturbing the neighbors. All that matters is Poppy. All that matters is us.
Once we’re spent, I lay a soft kiss to her back, and she looks over her shoulder at me. “I do love you, Connor. Exactly who you are and how you are.”
I pull out of her, guiding her to flip over onto her back. I want her eyes for this. On my elbows over her, I look at her with all seriousness in my eyes. “I love you, Poppy. Maybe even because you’re crazy and wild and impulsive.”
She laughs, her eyes dancing. “Damn fucking straight, you do. And don’t you forget it.”
I fall to the side, lying on the bed, and then rearrange her to lie on top of me. Sprawled out across me, her legs askew and laced through mine, she traces her fingernails over my chest.
I feel a peace and acceptance I never thought possible sweep through me. A future I never dreamed of. All because of Poppy.