Chapter 6 - Poppy
"I'm the only one here who can make you come, Poppy," he growls, planting a soft kiss on my neck.
"Well, actually I can make myself come too. Quite well if I may say so myself."
I giggle as I feel the rumble of his chest too. Making Professor Blake laugh like that, that is an achievement.
“You’ve got more nerve than I realized.”
It's easier to be bold than to be the helpless person I feel right now.
I can't believe we're kissing and he's talking about making me come, I'm so wet already just with our breathtaking kiss.
And I do really feel helpless around him, I'm sure whatever he's about to do to me will create some obstacles to my new year goal of forgetting my very big crush on Professor Blake.
But I don't tell him that. It's easier to joke around, anyway.
"Do you want to see? Want me to give you some tips?"
He licks his lips, the intensity of his gaze creating a warmth that's hard to contain.
But he stands up, leaving me dumbfounded. For a minute, I feel I've been rejected, even though I was the one who was joking around. But then he returns, a pile of towels with him.
"In case you get cold."
I look at the towels and back to him.
"Don't you think we've enough towels serving as blankets?"
"I want to make sure you're nice and warm."
I love this fuzzy feeling that erupts into a smile. He’s usually so harsh with his cut-throat words and evident impatience but now he's just thoughtful. I get it now. Why Carly is so fond of him. I didn't think they were alike in any way but I was wrong.
"Now, show me how you touch yourself," he rasps with a devious smile.
I pull up my dress just enough so I can lower my tights but then he's on me, removing them carefully while kissing my thighs, my knees, my ankles. Each kiss sends small sears of pleasure through my body.
"I bet you taste amazing," he says.
I move my fingers to the fabric right above my clit, rubbing it gently, knowing I'm already too damp, that it'll end too quickly.
I study his beard, the way his mouth twitches every time a moan comes out.
Suddenly, he pulls me towards him. "I can't watch any longer. I need to touch you, taste you, I want to make you come with my tongue. Is that okay?"
I nod.
“I don't know if I’ll be good. I've never…”
“Are you saying no one has ever offered to kiss this pussy? That I'm the first?”
Not taking his eyes off him, I slowly lower my head.
I don't offer that it's my first everything outside of very sloppy kisses that hardly made me want to try more.
When you're trying to make a living and failing spectacularly for years, it really dampens any desire to go out on dates.
It's only in the last couple of years that I've been more stable financially and outside of one very bad blind date, I mostly stay out of the dating scene.
I've been happy with the decision. Then I met professor Blake. Blake.
“No one? Fuck Poppy. I'm going to lick this pussy and make sure you come over my tongue.”
Blake almost rips off my underwear, a desperation to his movements. And then, his mouth is on my lower belly until he reaches the center of my pleasure.
None of my fantasies can measure up to this. His skillful tongue creates waves of sensations through my body until a scorching warmth starts building up, until the same warmth becomes so intense it turns into the most powerful orgasm I've ever had.
Blake is the only word I can say at the moment, so I repeat it again and again as he helps me ride this pleasure a little longer with deliberately slow licks.
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever met." He's kissing my neck now, making me tremble all over just with his touch. "I almost came just by watching you, Poppy. You saying my name, like that.”
"Do you want me--"
"No. I don't want you to do anything. I want you to get some rest."
He props himself up on one elbow and reaches for a towel, dragging it gently through my middle, removing the evidence of my arousal. Once he's done, he sets it on the other side and covers me with enough towels to bury me in cotton.
"Are you cold? Do you want your tights?"
"With this amount of towels, I think I'm fine." I giggle, he smiles back. "Sleeping with tights is not that comfortable, as long as you're nearby I don’t think I'm going to be cold."
"Good." He kisses the top of my forehead. "Don't worry. I won't let go for a single second. Now, get some rest. We'll figure out how to get out of here tomorrow."
With his big, warm arms around me, comfort washes over me, and sleep pulls me under fast, a smile lingering on my lips.
***
"Why do you have so many quarters on you?" Blake asks me with intrigue in his tone.
"The other weekend, I participated in a small market selling my cards and pretty much everyone paid me in quarters. Who knew it'd be this useful?"
I've been lugging it around in my bag, hoping the people at the laundromat would trade it for bills but I never did.
We each pick our favorite collection of snacks from the vending machine. It's colder today than it was yesterday but I'm only realizing it now that we've left our makeshift bed to get some food. Luckily, we're quick to get back and snuggle against each other before digging in.
"You're the most interesting person I've ever met."
My cheeks heat up with his words. I don't reply, focusing my attention on the food.
As I take my first bite of the apple pastry, I moan. Blake turns his face, his eyes dark.
"It's nothing compared to Carly's pain au chocolat but at least we won't die of hunger."
"I can't eat any sweets besides Carly's," he confesses sheepishly, then with a sharp tone he adds, "but don't ever tell her that. I'd never hear the end of it."
"Your secret is safe with me." I wink as I go for another bite.
We sit quietly for a while, eating our snacks. Silence doesn't always feel comfortable but with Blake it does.
"So I was thinking, maybe we could try breaking one of the windows to get out."
"Do you want me to get expelled?"
He rolls his eyes. "I hardly think breaking a window will get you expelled. Or even suspended for that matter. I will take the blame, anyway."
"Don't you want to stay here alone with me?"
He gets closer, dragging his hands over my short hair. "Believe me, I'd stay here forever."
"So why not wait? Carly will try to find you later tonight, won't she?"
He shrugs. "She will."
"So let's have our own Christmas Day. We've got a bunch of decorations and I'm looking forward to watching the parade from here."
"We're not going to see much. If we break the window, you'll get to see it from up close."
"If we break the window, will you see it with me? Follow it around together?"
He hesitates and I don't need his words to know what his answer is.
“Let’s just spend Christmas here. I’ll prove to you it’s actually fun… and maybe return the favor from yesterday.”
He huffs, a smile letting me know he's not serious. "No. I think I'd rather repeat what I did yesterday. Leaving you wrecked so you don't talk about Christmas anymore."
"I guess I'll just have to resist you."