Pretend You're Mine

by Francisco, Fabiola

  When Poppy moans into my mouth, I pinch her nipples. Her hips thrust against mine and fuck if I don’t feel her wetness through my slacks.

  “Babe,” I whisper.

  “Hmm…” She takes my earlobe between her teeth, and I’m a goner.

  “Bed, now.” I slap her ass, which only urges her to continue her movements. “I need to be inside of you.” That stops her abruptly, and she looks into my eyes.

  “I want to make love to you,” I say.

  Poppy stands before me, completely naked and gorgeous, holding her hand out to help me up. When her eyes look down at my lap, seeing the wet spot she left here, her cheeks flame red. I stand, willing my dick to stay in check enough so I can walk into her bedroom.

  I hold Poppy’s cheek and kiss her forehead. “Don’t be embarrassed,” I whisper. “You have no idea what it feels like to have you on me like that, soaking me because of what I do to you.”

  She smiles and links our fingers, leading me to her room. As soon as the door closes behind us, her hands are on my pants, removing them. When she palms my cock through my boxer briefs, I growl and grip her hips.

  “I need in you right now,” I bite out and guide her to the bed. I grab a condom from my wallet and leave my pants thrown on the floor.

  Poppy leans back on the bed, her naked body inviting me. I kick off my underwear and join her, the condom in my hand. I hold my body over hers with my arms as I look into her eyes, hoping she sees how much she means to me in our silent gaze.

  “I love you,” Poppy says softly, running her fingers down my cheek. I close my eyes and sigh into her tender touch.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper and kiss her softly, no desperation making us race through this moment.

  Poppy snakes her hand between us, wrapping her hand around my dick. My arms wobble as she moves her hand up and down my shaft a few times.

  “I love that you’re this hard for me,” she confesses and bites her lower lip.

  “You drive me wild,” I thrust my hips into her hand.

  After a few more pumps of her hand, I reach down and hold my cock, rubbing it across her clit a few times. Poppy trembles and sighs.

  I rip open the condom with my teeth and roll it over my length, no longer able to continue this game of foreplay. Right now, I want to feel her pussy take me, her walls tighten around me, and for us to share the most intimate thing two people can experience together.

  I sink into her, taking my time to enter her completely, and Poppy gasps. I keep my eyes trained on hers, speaking through them as I pour every ounce of love into her. She brings her hands around to my back, pushing me forward as she opens her legs wider to fit me between them. I shift my hand on the mattress to bring my forearm down, so I could be closer to her. My other hand holds her face, my thumb tracing her parted lips.

  “You feel incredible, having you like this, making you completely mine, there are no words.” I enter her to the hilt, staying inside of her a moment, so she can get used to me, and we can savor this moment.

  Wordlessly, I begin to move in and out of her, teasing her with long, languid strokes. Poppy closes her eyes and moans. I lean my head down to kiss her, my tongue mimicking the movements my lower body is doing.

  Poppy begins to move with me, matching my thrusts as her nails scrape my back. We become one, a passionately blazing fire burning away at our every desire. I quicken the pace, and she doesn’t hesitate to join me. I hit every spot inside of her with each stroke, and her walls begin to tighten.

  “Harris…” she moans my name, and it pushes me forward. Long gone is taking my time. Now, I’m making love to her with purpose. I want to push her over the edge, make her climax until the only thing coming out of those pretty lips is my name.

  “Babe,” her voice is barely above a whisper, her words caught in her mouth. I push further, my muscles tight.

  “I need you there with me,” I say with clenched teeth.

  “I’m right there,” she gasps.

  I feel my balls tightening, my orgasm building in the base of my spine. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb as my dick continues to thrust in and out of her.

  Poppy gasps and moans, her body trembling and her hands trying to grip my back. My name falls from her mouth on repeat, and her pussy squeezes me, pulsing around me as her climax washes over her. I continue fucking her, my own orgasm hits me, and I thrust one last time, keeping myself inside of her as I lose control.

  I drop my head onto her shoulder. Her nails scrape up my back and neck softly, and I shiver. When I catch my breath, I lift my head to look at Poppy. A lazy smile covers her face, and satisfied eyes meet mine.

  “That was amazing,” she sighs.

  “More than amazing.” I touch my lips to hers.

  “Will you stay the night? I know we have work tomorrow, so we’ll have to wake up early, and you don’t have any clothes, but I want to—”

  I silence her with a kiss. “I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

  “Oh, okay. Good.” The light in her smile hits my chest, filling me with emotion.

  After cleaning up, I lie in bed with Poppy and wrap my arms around her. I whisper in her ear how much she means to me and promise to never let her go. Her hands trace the features on my face until we fall asleep.

  Poppy

  “Are you daydreaming again?” Averly mocks me as she carries a small bale of hay.

  “No,” I lie.

  “Yeah, right. Look at her blush,” Faith adds to Averly’s suspicions.

  I was daydreaming. I’ve been daydreaming a lot lately. This past week and a half have been amazing. Since Halloween, Harris and I have only gotten closer. We’ve spent nights together after work, and this past weekend we stayed cooped up in my apartment, eating takeout and christening the living room.

  “Stop it.” I throw a wadded-up napkin in their direction.

  “The sooner we finish, the sooner you get to see Harris,” Faith bribes me into working faster.

  We’re helping set-up town square for Pioneer Day on Sunday, a festival we have every November before Thanksgiving to celebrate our roots, our community, and re-enact how the early settlers lived. Costumes and all are required. While other towns celebrate their own Pioneer Day in the summer, we like to be different here, so late fall is always our annual celebration.

  I personally prefer it. Some years we’ll get snow, and it will make the day that much more magical.

  I help my friends decorate the square, making sure it looks perfect. We’ll have carriage rides throughout the town. Some people requested hayrides this year, but my dad was adamant about staying true to our ancestors, and back then, they didn’t have tractors to transport their hay.

  “Does anyone else ever think it’s crazy to have this celebration out in the freezing cold?” Faith asks.

  “I love it,” I shrug.

  “I do, too, besides the dinner and actual party will be inside Town Hall,” Averly adds.

  “That’s true,” Faith nods, satisfied with the logistics of the celebration.

  “Coffee!” Abbie bounces back, holding a cup holder with four coffee cups.

  “Thank goodness, I’m freezing.” Faith leaps over a short stack of hay and grabs her cup. She rolls the cup between her gloved hands and takes a drink.

  Fueled with caffeine, we finish our task as other volunteers prepare other parts of the square. I love this time of year. It brings people together and a peaceful cheer settles over the town.

  By the time we finish, I check in with my mom, who is working on the decor in the big room in Town Hall, where the ball was held. After the parade, everyone will come in here for an informal buffet dinner.

  Once I make sure she doesn’t need help, I head home, exhausted. I went to volunteer straight from work, and I’d love nothing more than to get home, take a shower, and stay on the couch. Who knew decorating and moving hay around would be so tiring? I guess that’s why cowboys have the bodies they have.

  Freshly sh
owered, I drop on the couch in my most comfortable sweats, which means I’ve had them for years, and they have a few holes from washing them so many times. My eyes sting from lack of sleep.

  I turn on the television and scroll through channels without paying attention to what’s playing. When my phone alerts me of a text message, I groan and lean forward to grab it off the coffee table.

  Harris: Hey how was your afternoon?

  Poppy: Good but I’m so tired

  Harris: Did you eat?

  Poppy: No… I’m too tired to move

  I lean my head back on the sofa while I wait for Harris to respond.

  “Ugh,” I call out when someone knocks on my door a little while later.

  I stand and drag my tired body to see who’s at the door. I swing it open and find a smiling Harris standing there, holding a bag.

  “What are you doing here?” My eyes widen as I take him in.

  That crooked smile paints his face with streaks of joy and love with a hint of mischief. “I figured you’d be tired, but I ordered us dinner.”

  “You’re the best.” I leap into his arms. Harris chuckles as he wraps one arm around my waist and keeps the bag from falling with his other hand. “What did you bring?” I widen my eyes, and my eyebrows lift.

  I take a step back so he can come inside and lock the door behind him.

  “Romano’s,” he smirks.

  “God, I love you.” I pull him to me by his sweater and kiss him. “Hi,” I say against his lips.

  “Hey, babe.” My stomach flutters as he calls me that. “I got you the spinach ravioli and garlic bread.”

  “I really, really love you,” I grab plates from the kitchen and take them to the living room so we can eat there.

  “I need to bring you Italian more often,” Harris teases me, removing the containers from the bag onto the coffee table. The smell of garlic, tomato, and basil hits me, causing my stomach to growl.

  Harris looks over at me with raised eyebrows and a boyish grin. “I take it you’re not too tired to eat.”

  “Never,” I shake my head. “What do you want to drink?”

  “Water’s good.”

  By the time I come back with two bottles of water, Harris has served us. I take a seat on the sofa next to him and drag the coffee table toward us. “Thank you.” I lean into his side and kiss his cheek.

  “You’re welcome. I figured you’d be tired from going straight to volunteering. It’s the least I can do.” He grips my knee.

  “Are you going to be my date for Pioneer Day?” I waggle my eyebrows.

  “What does this entail?”

  “Oh, you know, a romantic carriage ride, holding hands as we walk around the harvest market, stealing kisses,” I wink, “and dinner. If we’re lucky, it’ll snow. I’ve been keeping an eye out on the weather, and the chances are high.”

  Harris pulls me into him, his arm around my waist. “Of course, I’ll be your date, silly.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Wherever you go, I go.”

  “I like the sound of that,” I smile. “Now, let’s eat because I’m starving.”

  After dinner, we’re cuddled on the couch watching Grey’s Anatomy. Well, Harris is watching it, I’m fighting to keep my eyes open.

  “Babe?”

  “Hmm…” I say against his chest.

  “Go to sleep,” Harris whispers, moving my hair away from my face.

  “No.”

  “Stubborn woman, you’re tired. Come on.” I moan a complaint when Harris stands from the couch, then screech when he picks me up.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and smile. “I like this, actually.”

  “And you were going to fight me.” He slaps my butt.

  “Hey!”

  Harris chuckles as he enters my bedroom and sits me on my bed. I look up at him, butterflies going wild in my stomach as I catch his eyes and that easy, crooked smile.

  “Will you stay?” I tilt my head and ask.

  “Yes.” I watch as he strips out of his sweater and bite down my groan. Harris lifts his eyebrows and shakes his head. “No hanky-panky. You’re tired, so we’re going to sleep.”

  “But tomorrow is Saturday, and we can sleep in.” I give him my best smile. “Besides, don’t tell me you haven’t been turned on seeing me in my sweats,” I say in a teasing tone.

  “Oh, yeah, I much prefer these over your lace underwear,” Harris quips.

  “You love me regardless of what I’m wearing,” I retort.

  “That is very true.” He places his fists on either side of me on the mattress and presses his lips to mine. “Although I prefer you naked.” His eyes darken, and a shiver runs down my spine.

  His tongue runs along the seam of my lips, and I open for him, needing more than a soft peck. I hook my arms around his neck and pull him toward me, catching him off-guard.

  I laugh as we fall back on my bed, enjoying his weight on me. I’ll never tire of being like this with him. We could be old and wrinkly, and I’d still want Harris to hold me tightly.

  Harris leans up a bit, holding some of his weight off of me. “I was thinking that we could fly to Nashville the Friday after Thanksgiving. I’d love to show you my city and introduce you to my family.” His words surprise me.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. I know Thanksgiving dinner with your parents is important, and it’s not like I was planning on going home for the holiday, but I’d like to go for the weekend so you can meet my parents and brothers.”

  “I’d love to.”

  His eyes crinkle when he smiles, and he smashes his lips against mine. “Thank you,” he says as he breaks away.

  I move my fingers over his face, tracing his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips. “You don’t have to thank me.”

  “I do.” He turns his head to kiss my palm. “We may have had a rocky start, but I’m so grateful we were able to talk and work things out. I’d never intentionally hurt you,” he repeats the same promise he’s been telling me since we got back together a few weeks ago.

  “I know that.” My voice is soft as I cradle his face. “So, meeting the parents, huh? What are they like?”

  Harris gives me one more kiss and moves to lie down next to me. We settle in bed, and he tells me about his parents and brothers. I learn that his dad is part of the marketing team for the Nashville Predators, and his mom owns a bakeshop.

  “Wait, your mom owns a bakery, and you don’t know how to bake?”

  Harris chuckles, running a hand across his jaw. “She opened it after I was older. Besides, I was always more about spending time outdoors and playing sports.”

  “I can’t believe this.” I shake my head in a teasing manner and purse my lips.

  “You can be a baking teacher, and we can have some teacher-student action with dough or batter or whatever it is we’d bake. Oh, frosting…” His eyebrows dance on his forehead.

  “You’re incorrigible,” I laugh. “Tell me more about your family.”

  “They’re going to love you,” he tells me as he runs his fingers against my stomach.

  “That tickles,” I giggle as I shiver.

  “Too bad,” he teases. “Anyway, I’ve told them a lot about you,” he confesses.

  “You have?” I shift to get a better look at him.

  “Yeah.” He shrugs a shoulder as if it were no big deal.

  “Wow.” I smile to myself, wondering what he’s told them.

  “They’re excited to meet you.”

  “You told them we are coming?” My arm drapes around his back, and I softly run my fingers over his skin.

  “Not yet, but I told them I’d want to take you soon to meet them.”

  I sit up on the bed, and Harris follows suit. “We need to look up flights. It’s a crazy time to travel, and we only have two weeks.”

  “We can search tomorrow.” Harris’s hand lands on my thigh before I jump out of bed to search for my laptop.

  “But…”

  He shakes his head. “Tomorrow,�
�� he whispers as he leans in to kiss me.

  Oh, I like this idea better. I cling to him, my body melting against his, and kiss him back. My heart starts to beat faster the deeper we kiss, our tongues dancing together. I moan when Harris bites my lower lip and tugs it. His hands roam up and down my body before sneaking into my baggy sweatshirt. His touch burns my skin, and I arch into it, begging for more.

  When his hands find my breasts, I moan into his mouth and feel the pleasure spike. Harris finds my neck, and his tongue leaves a trail right before he nips my skin.

  “This has to go.” His deep voice washes over me, and I voluntarily lift my arms so he can take off my sweatshirt. “Much better.” He dips his head, taking one of my nipples in his mouth.

  I arch and moan, pushing my body toward him so he can take anything he wants, so he can devour me.

  When his hand reaches into my pants, he groans. “It’s so hot when you don’t wear underwear to sleep.”

  I chuckle and wink. Before I can respond, his finger swipes against my clit, and all teasing leaves my brain as my body burns with desire and my belly clenches. Harris brings me to the brink and back down, tantalizing me with just his hands. I grip his face with both hands and kiss him desperately, begging him with my mouth to let me fall at the mercy of his talented fingers.

  “You’re stunning,” Harris murmurs against my lips before he thrusts his tongue in my mouth and turns us over, pinning me under him. “I want you to fall apart when I’m inside you.” Harris removes my sweatpants and makes quick work of taking his own jeans off.

  He reaches over to my nightstand, pulling a condom from the drawer. The tell-tale sound of foil ripping through the room competes with our heaving breathing. Harris gives me a fast kiss before he moves his mouth to my breast, taking my nipple between his teeth. I groan and hold his head, keeping him in place. He moves to the other breast, licking and biting.

  I’m panting by the time he aligns his body with mine. He brushes the hair away from my face. His touch is a gentle contrast to his frantic kiss a moment ago. His eyes pierce into mine, and I catch my breath. He’s perfect. I smile and cup his face, his scruff scratching my skin. Harris leans into my palm, the crooked smile that gets me every time appearing on his face.