Chapter 9 - Poppy
"These cookies are so good, seriously!" Despite the huge amount of food I've eaten, I'm gobbling these cookies like a maniac. They're that good.
"I'll make sure I steal Carly's recipe so I can bake them for you later."
"Calm down! You're not stealing your sister's recipe. Make up your own!"
"As a Christmas gift?"
"You haven't even given me my gift!"
"I was just stuck for a full day in a college gym. I'll bring yours afterwards."
As Carly gets up to grab the kettle, Blake whispers, "Help me find a gift for her?"
"For those cookies? Definitely."
"So you really got me a gift this year?" Carly asks expectantly. If it weren't for her cookies, I'd sell Blake out. Instead I keep his secret as Blake nods.
"Fine, I'll give you the recipe."
"Good." He squeezes one side of my curvy ass as he says it, like we're in on some big conspiracy.
Not long after, we leave, both eager to spend time alone now that we've shared our feelings.
"My place or your place?" he asks after we wave goodbye and Blake promises to return Carly's car tomorrow morning.
"I think we should go to your place. I'm curious what's inside the home of a grumpy man like you."
"My home is boring. I want to see more of your art."
"You don't have any Christmas decorations, do you?"
"No."
"So that's settled, my place. And tomorrow, we'll decorate your home."
"But Christmas is today, what's the point of decorating?"
"It'll be Christmas until the New Year's. Or at least that's my rule."
"Fine, if it's your rule, it's my rule. I love Christmas now."
"You do, huh?"
"Christmas gave me the best present of my life. So I'm a converted man."
It's cheesy enough to make a whole bucket of fondue but my smile stays all the way home.
The moment the door of my apartment closes, Blake pins me against the wall.
"Weren't you curious about my art?"
"Yes, but I'm curious about this artistic body first." He plants soft kisses on my neck. "And I can tell you are too. Don't lie to me, Poppy. I can tell you've been eager to get out of Carly's place," he whispers near my ear sending shivers down my spine.
I bite my bottom lip. "Yes. I need this. I need you. You made me come too many times yesterday. And I haven't been able to see you. It's so unfair."
"I know, Poppy. I just couldn't. I was afraid I’d unravel if I were ever inside you. Afraid I wouldn’t allow you to leave me. But now, you're not going anywhere."
"I'm not." I grin, he smiles back. I still can't get enough of his smiles.
"I love you, Poppy," he says gently before kissing me.
There's an urgency in the kiss, each stroke of his tongue, my response filled with moans, we need this. This love is sudden and so intense we need to experience it, as if the physical needs to cater to the emotional side of this love.
"That way," I point. It's a tiny apartment so it wouldn't be hard to find out where my bed was but I don't want to stumble around the apartment. I want everything now.
He's quick to help me take off my clothes, leaving me completely naked aside from my panties, on display for him.
"This is a sight I'll never get over. Those wide hips, they leave me wrecked."
I blush at his stare, there's something I need to tell him.
"There's something you should know... I've never done this before."
"What?"
I don’t like the lost look flickering in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare regret me now.”
His eyes darken, a resolve settling over him.
"Never, Poppy. Never. Regret you? I'm never letting you go. It just shows that you were made for me." He drops to his knees, starts kissing my stomach, each crease with gentleness. "For me only. I like the sound of that."
He drags my underwear down as he kisses every part of my legs and thighs.
"Mine. You're mine."
"Yes, yes."
He opens my legs slightly before sliding his fingers into my folds.
"So fucking wet for me already."
"Let me see you, please," I plead.
He gets up, removing every single layer until he's in his boxer briefs.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his finger on the waistband of his boxers. "There's no rush, we've got all the time in the world."
"Yes. You don't know how many times I’ve imagined this, Blake. I want you. All of you."
He nods and I see his cock for the very first time, bigger than I imagined, the tip already covered with pre-cum.
"We'll go slow, I'll take care of you," he promises. Gripping my neck, he kisses me again before we drop to my bed.
I reach for his cock, wanting to feel it, pumping it up and down, loving seeing him start to unravel with just a few touches.
"Fuck, Poppy." He grabs my waist. "Not tonight. I want to be inside you."
"You keep promising it but I don't see it happening."
That settles it. A second later, he's pining me down, his cock right by my entrance.
"Is this what you want?" he growls, turned into a feral beast.
"Yes!"
Slowly, I sense him stretching me, the overwhelming feeling of fullness takes over me.
"So perfect. Made for me. This pussy was made for me, Poppy. And it's only mine, you hear me? Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours."
"I'm yours too. I'll do anything for you. Do you hear me, Poppy?"
"Yes!"
He's not thrusting, waiting for me. But I'm too impatient. I need this. So I move, trying to thrust even with his grip on my hips.
"So impatient my little Poppy."
I do it again, we're challenging each other. But I see it. I see the way he's dropping every single layer of control in him. I like that power. I like to see him like this, so messed up, so unruly, far from the perfectly polished version he shows to the world. For me, he's wild.
I thrust again.
And then without warning, he's pumping in and out of me, lifting me up slightly as he sinks deeper and deeper inside me.
"Such a greedy little girl and you're doing so good, taking me all in, Poppy."
He slides a hand between us, finding my clit, brushing small circles over it. That perfect spot, I'm whimpering.
"Yes, yes!"
"Come for me, my little Poppy. Show me how much you're mine."
Something breaks inside me and I scream out before shuddering with pleasure, experiencing bursts of warmth as the orgasm ripples through me. I hear a moan coming from Blake, him too reaching his orgasm.
When our breaths slow down, he kisses the top of my head then rolls over.
Propping up on his elbow, he looks at me like I'm a Christmas miracle.
"You're perfect, you know that? I love you so much, Poppy, it physically hurts."
"I love you too, Blake."
He kisses the top of my head again, gently and holds me tight until we fall asleep, dreaming of the amazing years to come.