Poppy's Place in the Sun

by Lorraine Wilson

  “I could help you with ‘experience’ if you like. I’m a good teacher.” Leo nuzzles my neck.

  “Uh?” We’re talking? Were we talking before Leo decided to begin his exquisite sexual torture? I’m not sure I’m up to anything complicated, like words, right now. Groaning, panting and gasping? Yes.

  Conversation? No.

  I might be able to manage a version of the word “please” that’s half desperation, half command. Beyond that I’m good for nothing.

  Except the one thing Leo promised me would happen tonight.

  “Yes,” Leo replies, as though I’m not squirming on his lap, thighs parted. “We’ve already covered French kissing but there’s a lot more on the course curriculum.”

  “Huh.” I decide to get my revenge and wriggle on his lap until I feel his erection, rock-hard beneath my bottom. I rub myself against it to get some relief for the ache between my legs and get the added benefit of hearing Leo groan with his own need.

  Result.

  I may be inexperienced but there are some tricks that work every time. I shift position so my knees are even further apart to give Leo better access between my legs. I hope to God his parents aren’t due back soon. We are at least fully dressed. Sort of. My skirt is on, even if it is now hiked up around my waist.

  He cups my bottom, squeezing gently. Just as I think he’s going to finally slide his fingers inside my knickers and thrust them up inside me he withdraws his hand and decides to explore the rest of my body instead.

  “Bastard,” I half mutter, half moan, apparently capable of speech after all. “I get it now, you basically want to get me to the point where I beg for it?”

  “Have I got you there yet?” Leo murmurs in my ear and then lightly nips my earlobe.

  “Maybe.” My chest is heaving and I’m shamelessly close to begging. I’ve never felt so turned on before. “Maybe not.”

  Leo laughs and kisses me, his hands running over my legs, my hips and my breasts. I’ve no idea where the book went to and I don’t really care. All that exists for me right now is the kissing and the touching. Leo’s hands are up inside my top, lightly skimming my bra until my nipples harden. He pulls the fabric cups of my bra down below my breasts without undoing the clasp so they are forced higher up and pushed together. Then he tugs the neckline of my top down, exposing my breasts and swollen nipples so he can see them.

  His sharp intake of breath and rapid breathing make me feel sexy in a way I’ve not experienced before. His eyes don’t so much appraise me as feast on me. Then he really is feasting on me, his tongue circling my nipples and nipping them with his teeth before sucking hard.

  “Okay, okay,” I gasp. “I’m going with my first answer about being ready to beg. As in maybe. Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. Good enough?”

  Leo’s groan against my neck is guttural, almost primeval.

  The realisation that I can turn a man like Leo on makes me feel sensual and powerful. My fingertips are up beneath his T-Shirt, exploring hard muscle and then trailing down towards his abdomen, wanting to see more of him, to touch more of him. I want to know what my hard nipples feel like pressed against his bare chest. I want to know what the erection digging into my thigh will feel like buried deep inside me.

  Leo pulls my hands back from his waistband and puts distance between us with obvious difficulty, his breathing laboured.

  “Let’s go back to my house?” he asks. “Is that okay? Joanna’s okay looking after your dogs?”

  “Yes, that’s, er … fine, I’ll send her a quick text.” I try to regain some semblance of normality. Try to recall basic facts like my name and the fact I own dogs. I’m floating and overwhelmed by the powerful magnetic tug pulling my body to Leo’s with such relentless ferocity.

  Chapter Twelve

  ‘If there’s even a slight chance at getting something that will make you happy, risk it. Life’s too short, and happiness is too rare.’

  A.R. Lucas

  We walk back down the path to Leo’s converted barn, our clothing respectably rearranged and our hands interlinked. My clothing might look respectable but I’m not sure I’ll ever feel quite respectable again. Given I was used to sex being a basic and unimaginative fumble under the bedclothes with the lights out, followed by an unsatisfactory but mercifully swift conclusion, well … Let’s say Leo’s … um … tutelage has been a revelation.

  The evening air is fresh and cool, caressing my fevered cheeks. I’m tingling and nervous.

  Nervous but not uncertain.

  Leo pulls a key out of his pocket and greets Maxi when he trots out to welcome us.

  Maxi looks behind me as though searching for something.

  “Sorry, no Peanut again. I’ll bring her over for a play date sometime,” I apologise, stroking Maxi’s ear.

  “Dogs can’t have play dates,” Leo says scornfully.

  “Of course they can. Don’t listen to him, Maxi. Why shouldn’t you have friends over?”

  Maxi licks me.

  “You’re corrupting my dog.” Leo pulls me towards him and we’re standing so close that as my head rests against his chest I can feel his heart beating – a reassuring thump, thump, thump. Hearing it feels as intimate as a kiss.

  “I’m just standing up for doggy rights.” I say.

  “Talking of standing up, how would you feel about lying down instead?” Leo suggests.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Up on the open-plan mezzanine level a low bed is made up with clean white sheets. Maxi can’t follow us up the ladder style steps and whines a little before settling back down in front of the stove with a deep sigh of reproach.

  Pretty soon I’m not thinking about Maxi or anything much really. It’s all about sensation and feeling again. The sensation of my clothes being stripped from me with confident ease. Feeling surprisingly comfortable about being naked in front of Leo. Then the sensation of my overheated body lying naked on the cool cotton sheets while I wait on the bed for Leo to undress. When he’s naked too he lowers himself down next to me. We lie facing each other, the firelight from the stove below bathing our skin in soft amber light.

  For a moment we don’t touch and then he languidly strokes me, up and down the length of my body. The strokes that arouse me most are those from shoulder to the outer curve of my breast, then down my rib cage to my hip. I had no idea just how many erogenous zones I possessed before Leo’s touch drew me a map with his fingers,

  I know Leo must feel some urgency, I can feel it in the tension of his muscles, as well as the obvious erection poking into my thigh, but still he takes his time. Soon I’m as aroused as I was when I sat on his lap silently begging him to slip his fingers inside me.

  Then, finally, I get my wish. Leo’s lips trail down to my breasts and at the same time as he sucks hard on a nipple he slides first one finger and then a second up inside me.

  I’m so wet I accommodate him easily and clench around his fingers, writhing against the thumb he uses to circle my clit in the way he’d promised me earlier when caressing my palm. His fingers pump inside as I grind up against him and all the while he licks and sucks at my nipples. Occasionally he grazes my nipples with his teeth and I gasp with shock and pleasure.

  “More, more, I need more,” I moan as the growing ache spreads through my limbs and pulses between my thighs and in my heavy, sensitive breasts.

  I try to speed things up by reaching out to stroke Leo’s erection, but he forcibly restrains me. I can tell why, he seems to be only just holding himself in check and stimulation from me would ruin his self-control.

  The soles of my feet tingle as Leo’s mouth trails hungrily down from my breasts to my stomach, dipping in to lick at my belly button before settling between my legs where his tongue teases and arouses me still further. Licking at my wet folds and circling my clit. I weave my fingers in his dark hair and yearn, yearn to reach the tipping point of my building release yet at the same time feel like I might die if he doesn’t come inside me.

 
Right now.

  I need to orgasm with Leo inside me. This isn’t just about sexual pleasure or release, although it is incredibly, intensely pleasurable. Neither is it about Leo showing me a side of myself that’s been dormant for far too long.

  This is about us coming together. A literal and figurative union of bodies and souls. When we stare at each other we see, we know that we are already one in some way we can’t understand.

  Now it’s like our bodies are playing a desperate game of catch up.

  I had no idea it could be like this, so compelling, so utterly consuming…

  “I want you Leo, want you inside me now. Like right now.” I gasp and hold back the wave of pleasure building in its intensity, threatening to crash with such ferocity. “Please?” I add, because it can’t hurt, right?

  Leo laughs, the sensation tickles my swollen clit, only increasing the unbearable ache.

  He raises himself up on his forearms and grins. He likes that I’m begging and funnily enough I’m finding the begging very enjoyable too. Who knew?

  Leo, I guess.

  “Ah, Poppy. Always my polite English girl. Well as you’ve asked so nicely.”

  He reaches across me to a bedside drawer and I hear the crackle of a foil packet. Good job one of us is thinking given I came off the pill when Pete dumped me.

  Once he’s sheathed himself Leo lowers himself over me and I feel the tip of his erection pressing at my entrance.

  I widen my legs for him, welcoming him, so slick and wet I don’t need to help guide him. With a pang I wish I’d had the patience to lick and suck him too but this urgency, this compulsion, won’t be denied. Maybe there’s a time for making love – slow and seductive. And then there’s a time for fucking – fast and furious.

  I know which one I need right now. There’s a glorious moment when he’s finally breached me and our eyes meet. I wrap my legs around him, drawing him deeper, urging him harder, wanting him faster. Leo’s eyes glitter in the half-light. I’ve given him permission to lose control. He doesn’t need to think about giving me pleasure now, I’m his for the taking. I want him to take what he needs from me.

  I want him to take it hard.

  And at this moment of my own impending release what I want most of all is to give Leo what he needs. Leo’s groan of pleasure at the moment he realises I really mean it unleashes a joy inside me. I want him free of obligation. I want him to feel free.

  His hips are jerking harder now, pounding me into the mattress. Leo’s fucking me hard and fast like I’ve never been fucked before. I’ve never used that word for sex before. Sex was just, well, sex.

  But this is fucking.

  And it’s fucking fantastic.

  Now I’m tipping over the edge into a soaring, screaming orgasm that’s so prolonged and energy sapping that I don’t have time to feel embarrassed about the vocalisation.

  I contract tightly around him, and Leo swears loudly in French as he climaxes almost immediately inside me. We lie still, a thin film of sweat coating our bodies as we recover.

  After a while, I don’t know how long, it could be one minute or ten, Leo rolls off me and disposes of the condom. I expect him to reclaim a little space, but he pulls me back towards him to draw me into a comfortable position, lying half on top of him. Then he holds me, and our breathing slows as our heart rates recover.

  I’ve always been one to like my own space in bed which is why it surprises me when I wake up six hours later with my limbs still entwined with Leo’s.

  Text from Joanna to Poppy:

  You dirty stop out! Only messing with you, I hope you had fun, lovely. Leo’s one of the good ones, I’m sure of it. Don’t worry about the dogs, I’ll give them all a loo trot and they’ll get lots more treats than they’ll admit when you get back :-) They all slept in bed with me and were perfectly okay. How exactly does a Chihuahua manage to hog the duvet??? You’ll have to explain to me, along with dishing the goss when you get back! ;-)

  Joanna

  xxxx

  I blink sleepily into Leo’s eyes. It was a lovely shock to wake up lying next to him. It’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had since I got to France. I should feel embarrassed about being naked in front of Leo in the cold light of day, shouldn’t I? I never used to let Pete see me naked in case he made one of his supremely unfunny jokes about the size of my bottom.

  But somehow it’s totally different with Leo. I’m not embarrassed at all.

  It’s still early so Leo decides to take Maxi out for a quick trot but says he can have his proper walk later on.

  “You, stay.” Leo points at me as though he’s talking to Maxi. He arches an eyebrow, daring me to disobey. “I want to find you in my bed and still naked by the time I get back.”

  “Whatever you say,” I reply archly, disobeying only to nip to the loo, which I assume is allowed. I’ve heard from Joanna, so I’m reassured my furry crew are okay.

  The feminist in me so determined to remain independent is alarmed to discover I actually quite enjoy being dominated by Leo. She needn’t get her knickers in a twist though, I’m sure it’s just a sex thing. Another previously undiscovered part of my sensuality.

  Never mind being my teacher, I think Leo might be better suited as an explorer, mapping previously unchartered territory. The only question is whether he wants to claim me as his territory or if he’ll decide to move onto the next adventure once he gets bored of me.

  I’m back in bed by the time Leo makes it upstairs, stripping his shorts and T-Shirt off. He seems surprised to find me exactly where he told me to be. I smile, I think surprising Leo has become one of my favourite new pastimes.

  He slips into bed next to me and pulls me on top of him so I’m lying, my breasts squashed up against his chest as we rediscover the delights of unhurried kissing. Leo winds several of my bed-head messy curls around his hand. I feel a sharp tug of arousal, remembering my erotic dream. As much as I’d like to act it out it’s going to have to wait. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since last night, to show Leo that I care about him. Thinking about it, the fact I want to do it so much shows me how much I care about him.

  As I move slowly down Leo’s body, my curly hair trailing over his chest, I hear the sharp intake of breath that tells me he knows where I’m going with this.

  With a knee planted on either side of his hips I first use my hands to encourage Leo’s morning erection back to full-blooded life. Then I grip the bottom of his shaft with one hand while I lower my mouth so I can tease the head with my tongue. I lap at the sensitive hard ridge of flesh, taking intense satisfaction from Leo’s groans. I suck and tease and lick and taste, wanting nothing more than to hear every whispered moan of Leo’s pleasure. I want him to know he can let go with me. That I want to give far more pleasure, comfort and joy than could ever be outweighed by an added complication in his life.

  After a few minutes of my mimicking the clench of my sex with my mouth I taste a few salty drops in my mouth. He half sits up and I look up, meeting his gaze.

  “Poppy, I…”

  I hold Leo’s stare as I gently take his cock out of my mouth and as it begins to pulse I deliberately rub the head over my breasts. I circle my nipples until every last drop of semen is massaged into my skin.

  After he’s finished swearing Leo continues to stare at me with a mixture of ecstasy and awe, like he can’t believe I just did that.

  It was what felt natural, what my own body craved. Plus a girl picks up quite a few tips from reading Cosmo.

  Tips I didn’t care to lavish on Pete.

  I’ve well and truly jumped off the cliff, not knowing if Leo jumped with me or if he’ll ever jump. But I don’t care. I will never regret these past few days with him.

  And if I fall I’ll just get up again. Or die a slow agonising death.

  One of the two.

  I should be full of angst or mentally writing a panic list but right now I don’t feel any panic, or any worry at all in fact.

  I jus
t feel … happy.

  “How about a shower? I could do with some help soaping my breasts. Fancy volunteering?” I pause and then add. “Please?”

  I can’t help smiling as I make my way to the shower, fairly confident he’ll follow once he’s recovered. I wish I could’ve taken a photo of the expression on Leo’s face.

  Happy? Definitely.

  Surprised? Hell, yes.

  From poppy@daydreamdesigns.co.uk

  To michelle.davis@yahoo.com

  Subject: Actually a date, sort of!

  So, something happened. Well quite a lot happened actually. Leo showed me his family’s chateau, hidden treasure spot and all. And no, the hidden treasure spot reference is not supposed to be a euphemism! Although…

  Let’s just say things got very interesting. You know the phrase ‘Hung like a donkey’? Well it should really be ‘Hung like a blankety-blank’. Clue – the first blank is your nationality if you’re born in France and the second blank is the occupation of someone who heals sick animals ;-)

  Love from Poppy

  xx

  From michelle.davis@yahoo.com

  To poppy@daydreamdesigns.co.uk

  Subject: Actually a date, sort of!

  OMG. OMG. OMG!!!

  I know I told you to go for it, but I never believed you actually would. And his family have a chateau? You kept that quiet!

  That settles it. I’m coming to do a best friend inspection/vetting of the vet ASAP!

  Love Michelle

  P.S. :-)

  P.P.S. Can I tell Pete you’re shagging a super-hot French vet? Pretty please?

  From SarahSheldon@cliniqueamivet

  To Leo@cabinetvétérinaire-saint-quentinsur-aude

  Subject: Impending Visit

  You can’t keep me away. You’ve gone suspiciously quiet in recent days and it’s my duty to come down and check that this English girl is good enough for you. I suspect she’s too good for you. Really I just want to be nosy, it’s worth the exorbitant locum care to make the visit and we fancy getting out of Paris for a few days.