by Alex Grayson
I fucking love that I can bring her such pleasure. It makes me feel like I’m ten feet tall and untouchable.
Reaching around her thighs, I bring my hands to her pussy and spread her wide open. She’s dripping, her wetness sliding from her pussy down the crack of her ass, soaking the cover beneath her. I swipe my tongue through her wetness, basking in the deliciousness that is her essence.
Using my tongue, I fuck her pussy until she’s bucking and jerking in my grasp. Each move she makes has my tongue going in deeper. I move back to her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue.
The pressure building behind my jeans is almost unbearable. I grind down on the bed to try to help relieve it. It doesn’t help.
She whimpers when I get up on my knees.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I soothe, cursing the blindfold for hiding my view of her eyes.
I use two fingers and slide them into her tight pussy. My thumb goes to her clit and applies pressure. I lean over and crush my lips to her, absorbing her cries of rapture. We both drink greedily at each other’s mouths. Adding a third finger, I curl them up and flick them back and forth once I feel the spongy flesh inside her. Her knees draw up and wrap around my waist.
Her walls grip my fingers so tight I can barely move them inside her. Her cries become louder and her breathing heavier. I lick my way down her neck and suck a piece of the sweet smelling skin into my mouth, something primitive in me making me want to leave my mark on her.
She begins to spasm against me, and I move back to her mouth, needing to swallow her pleasure-filled moans. There’s no better feeling than her clamping down on my fingers and hearing her shout the name she gave me.
“Sterling!”
I damn near lose it in my jeans, barely managing to keep it together.
I nip and lick at Poppy’s mouth as she gets her breathing and body under control. I remove my fingers from her pussy and lick my ring and middle finger. I trace my pointer finger across her lips, coating them with her juices. I lean down and lick it away before putting my finger back to her lips.
“Lick and see for yourself why your taste drives me insane.”
Hesitantly, she darts her tongue out, and I slide my finger inside. She sucks the finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it like she’s trying to get every last drop.
“How do you taste?” I ask, pulling my finger from between her lips.
Her face flushes a beautiful pink before she replies. “Sweet and bitter.”
“Pure fucking heaven,” I correct her.
“I want to touch you.” She rocks her hips up to meet my cock.
My body demands I give into her request, so I remove her hands from the still tight grip on the headboard and place them on my chest. I suck in a sharp breath and hold myself still as she explores the contours of every muscle she comes across. Her fingers glide across my pecs and up over my shoulder to the column of my neck. I swallow when she runs a light finger across my Adam’s apple, making it bob up and down. When she makes it to my cheeks, she scrapes her nails gently over the scruff that’s grown since this morning. Leaving the rough skin behind, she next moves to feather her fingers across my lips, nose, and eyes. I’m glad I thought to remove my eyebrow ring earlier.
I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to see me through her fingertips. The act has my heart pounding and my blood pumping. I can’t wait to have this woman look at me as I take her in all the ways I’ve imagined.
She sits up, the extra length of the scarf falling down her back along with her hair. Her skin is shiny from a fine sheen of sweat. She takes her hands from my face and moves them back to my abs before going to my waist. She pushes me back until I’m on my knees, still between her legs. When she leans forward and puts her lips to the center of my chest, I have to fist my hands to keep them from shoving her back and plowing into her body. I’m giving this exploration to her by sheer force of will, when I want nothing more than to fuck her body into the mattress.
“Ah fuck,” I groan deeply.
“Mmm...” she moans against my nipple, before taking the little nub between her teeth and tugging gently. I almost jump out of my skin.
Her lips move down my torso and lick along the dips of my stomach muscles. Each lick sends sparks of desire shooting through me. My poor cock doesn’t know what to do. It’s straining against my jeans to be let out to play. Poppy rubs her cheek against my denim-clad cock, and I jerk against the offending material.
“Fuck, baby, having you so close to my cock, but not having your touch is torture.”
Her lips tip up into a smile, and I want to smack her ass. The woman knows what she’s doing. I push the thought away of her learning her seduction skills from someone else before I punch something. The last thing I want to do is ruin the mood, and that is a surefire way to do it.
When Poppy pops the button on my jeans, I forestall her before she can pull down the zipper.
“You need to be sure this is what you want before you release me. I would never force you into something you don’t want, but it’s going to kill me if I have to stop.”
There’s no hesitation on her end. Her reply comes immediately. “I’m positive.”
Relief like I’ve never felt before has me releasing the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
I lean down and cover her mouth with mine for a deep kiss before pulling back. I murmur against her lips, “I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
She pulls back from me. I can’t see her eyes, but I can tell she’s frowning by the downward curve of her lips.
“What? Why not?” she asks, unable to keep the disappointment from her tone.
“Because the first time I fuck you, I want to look into your gorgeous blue eyes when I do it. I want you to know who’s taking your body and making it his own.”
She lifts her hands like she’s reaching for the scarf, but I catch them in midair and kiss the palms before placing them on the center of my chest, right over my heart.
“Not tonight. I promise you that this time next week, you’ll know who I am.”
“Fine,” she snaps, making me chuckle.
I put her hands back to the waistband of my jeans.
“Now, do what you were doing before I stopped you.”
My words have her hands moving again. I can feel the warmth of them through my pants, and I swear my dick strains to get closer. It seems like it takes forever for her to pull the zipper down. I’m still wearing boxer briefs, but having the denim out of the way gives me immediate relief.
I watch as her delicate hands push down my jeans, taking my black briefs with them. Once out of the way, I wait with more anticipation than I ever have before for her to take me into her soft hands, and when she does, it feels like I’m being touched for the first time. Everything feels like a first with Poppy, like no other women ever existed before her.
“Oh my,” she breathes out when she feels the size of me.
I’m not tooting my own horn, but I’m not your average size. I’ve had numerous women tell me they’ve never seen a cock so big before.
“Umm…” Poppy says, cutely biting her lip. When she lifts her head, the worry is back on her face.
I put my palms on either side of her face and run one thumb over her lips.
“Don’t worry, Beautiful. I’ll be gentle the first time.”
She licks her lips and brings her head back down so she’s facing me. I grit my teeth when she runs her hand down my length from root to tip. She does this a couple more times before she leans forward. I hold my breath as I wait for the tip of her tongue to meet the head of my dick. The instant it makes contact, air hisses out of my lungs.
She swirls her tongue around the slit and applies pressure, like she’s trying to insert it in the hole there, before sucking just the head into her mouth. My head tips back, and I release a long, deep groan. Her mouth is so damn hot.
Needing more, I put my palms on the back of her head just below th
e scarf and my thumbs go to her jaw.
“Open more for me, baby.”
She complies, and I slide further inside. Due to my size, I can’t go as deep as I’d like. It’ll take her some time and practice for me to fit my full length inside her delicious mouth.
Holding her head still, I slowly move my hips back and forth. The suction of her mouth and the velvety feel of her tongue has my balls already drawing up. I’m not ready to let go yet, so I force my orgasm back. I want to savor every fucking second of this feeling.
“That’s it, Poppy. Just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good.”
She hums in the back of her throat, and I damn near lose it. My hands tighten in her hair. Her hands latch onto my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as her mouth slides up and down my cock. I’ve never been so damn hard in my fucking life.
As long as I’ve waited to feel her mouth wrapped around me, there’s no way I’m going to be able to last much longer. It feels too damn perfect.
When she brings one hand up to grip the base of my cock to slide it up and down along with her mouth, the other goes to my balls and squeezes them lightly. I throw back my head and shout. Of their own accord, my hips buck forward, shoving a little too much of my cock inside her mouth. It hits the back of her throat, and I feel it spasm as she gags. I try my best to pull back, but she follows me, intent on taking me as far as her mouth will allow.
I gaze down at her and see a dribble of spit slide out the side of her mouth, and fuck if that sight doesn’t send me to the very edge.
Finding my voice through a thick throat, I manage to ground out, “If you don’t want my cum in your mouth, you need to pull away, baby.”
Instead of heeding my warning like I thought she would, it seems to spur her on. Her mouth tightens around my shaft and she takes me even deeper. I feel the muscles of her throat hit the tip, and I let loose. Fisting her hair, I start fucking her mouth in long sure strokes, only managing to fit about three quarters of the way in, until I feel the first string of cum coat the back of her throat. My muscles tense, but I keep my eyes locked on her face as she greedily swallows every last bit.
She slows her movements, still sliding her hand and mouth down my cock, until I’m empty. My hands loosen in her hair and she releases me with a pop. My still hard cock bobs as she licks her lips. Still amazed at her willingness to drink my seed, I lift her up to her knees and lean down her take her mouth in a scorching kiss. I taste myself on her tongue and it only makes my need for her to grow again.
“I always knew being with you would be beyond my wildest dreams,” I murmur against her lips between kisses. “But I never in a thousand lifetimes would have thought it would be as perfect as it was.”
“Just imagine how it’ll be when you really make love to me,” she says, nuzzling into my chest.
I shake my head, even though she can’t see it.
“I can’t imagine how good that will be. There’s no stretch of the imagination that would even come close.”
Her expression melts even further.
“Please, let me see you. I want to know who you are.”
My resolve almost crumbles with the ache in her voice, but I push the need to please her back down. It’s only a few days before all will be revealed. I need those days to get past the fight I know I’ll have on my hands.
Instead of answering her plea, I lean forward and kiss her again, hoping to distract her. She wraps her arms around my waist and leans into the kiss. I bend down more until my encircled arms reach her waist and then lean back up, taking her with me so her knees are no longer on the bed.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I whisper against her lips.
She does so and it puts her chest flat against mine, and her drenched pussy meets my still hard cock. I groan at the contact, and she moans. I sit back on my heels so her ass is sitting on my upper thighs.
The scratch of the lace-covered satin of her nightie reminds me she’s still wearing it. I unhook the clip on the bodice and pull back just far enough to yank it over her head, careful to avoid dislodging the scarf. I pull her back in and the warmth of her tits and the hard nubs of her nipples meet my chest again. I grip her ass and slide her along my hardness. I clench my jaw and she opens her mouth with a sweet cry. I want to sink myself inside her so badly, but that’s one thing I refuse to do until she knows who I am.
With her arms around my neck and my lips back on her throat, sucking hungrily, I lean forward and lay her back down. My hips settle between her spread thighs, and I pump them slightly, causing a delicious friction. She’s so damn wet that my cock slides easily between her lips.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me when I finally fuck you,” I growl, moving my lips back up to hers.
Minutes later, I pull back. Poppy’s face is flushed and her lips swollen from my kisses. She’s looks absolutely stunning, and well and truly satisfied. But I’m not nearly done.
I sit back on my heels and pull Poppy’s hips until her ass is resting on my thighs again. The movement puts her pussy at the perfect angle for what I want to do next. Grabbing my shaft, I put the tip at her clit and rub it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her back arches off the bed and she grips the sheets in her tight fists.
I alternate between watching her face and watching my cock stimulate her. I don’t know which is my favorite. I love watching my body touching hers in a way I’ve only ever dreamed about before, but watching the pleasure cross her face will forever be planted in my memory.
I hold the base of my cock and use the head to slap it against her clit a few times. Her legs tighten around my hips and she pants harshly.
“Play with your tits, baby. Grab those hard nipples and pinch them for me. Show me what you like.”
My dick jumps in my hand when I see her palm her breasts, plumping them up, before releasing them and pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
I slide my hand up and down my erection a few times, it slick from rubbing against her, before placing just the head at her opening. My other hand moves to her clit, and using my thumb, I swipe the hood of skin. I flex my hips just enough to let the tip of my dick enter her, and I swear I see stars. Every damn muscle in my body is tense from holding back from thrusting forward and impaling her on my cock. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, trying to control my body’s natural instincts to take her.
Once I think I have myself reasonably under control, I bring my gaze down to where my cock’s head is just inside her body. I pull my hips back until her body releases my cock, only to push forward again.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl hoarsely.
“More, Sterling. Please, I need more,” Poppy pleads breathlessly.
“No,” I growl, clenching my eyes shut again, forcing the need away once more.
The next time I push forward, I feel her walls clamp down on me. My eyes swing to her face to see her mouth open, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her fingers still pinching her nipples, and a look of pure ecstasy on her face.
I pull my shaft away and work my hand up and down the hard appendage. My thumb attacks her clit, then dips inside her starving pussy before going back to her clit. Our breathing is labored and it feels like I can’t get enough air into my lungs. Her moans of pleasure have her head thrashing on her pillow. The combination of watching her come undone, having her body set out before me, and my hand pumping for my own release sends me over the edge of oblivion.
Knowing I shouldn’t, that I should make sure it’s okay with Poppy, but doing so anyway, my hand works faster until I feel my release take over. I watch with possessive eyes as my cum spurts all over her pussy, marking her in the most primal way known to man. She shudders as the warmth hits her.
I use my fingers to smear my cum all over her. I watch her face for her reaction as I slide my fingers inside her, pushing my cum into her body. I do this several times, making sure to get as much as I can inside her. This woman is mine, and will always be mine. Ha
ving my seed on and in her body dares anyone to say otherwise.
Either she’s still awash in her pleasure and doesn’t realize what I’m doing, or on some level knows, but doesn’t care at this point. She gives no reaction. I continue my gentle assault on her to insert my cum inside her pussy until I’m satisfied.
I lean down and brush a kiss against her lips. “Thank you,” I whisper.
She’s given me a gift that’s more precious than anything on this earth—besides her, of course.
“For what?” she asks sleepily.
I cup her cheeks in my hands. “For trusting me.” I kiss the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and then her lips before pulling back. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
Not wanting to leave, but knowing I need to clean her, I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. I wet a washcloth with warm water and walk back into her room. She looks well satisfied with her hair tussled, her face relaxed, and her body lying limply. I want to beat my chest like a damn caveman, knowing I did that to her.
But instead, I sit beside her. Her body jerks like I woke her from a light sleep. I hate knowing I have to wash my seed off of her, but I also know how sticky that shit gets if it dries and how uncomfortable it’ll be for her. Knowing she’ll still have some of it inside of her allows me to set the warm cloth on her pussy. She jumps at the contact and releases a sigh. I smile at her body’s reaction.
Even though she’s still wearing the satin scarf and it’s dark in the room, I know she’s tracking my movements with her eyes. Her head is tilted down as she bites her bottom lip.
“Tired?” I ask as I wipe away my cum.
“Mmmhmm…” she hums tiredly and stretches her arms over her head.
I chuckled at her catlike move.
Once I’m finished cleaning her, I take the cloth to the hamper by the bathroom door and go back to the bed. I should leave and let her rest, but the temptation to stay for a little while longer is too great.
