Chapter 16 Phantom #2
“You’re better than good,” I tell her, dropping down beside her. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I like the girls,” she says, a grin on her face.
I pop the top on another beer and take a drink. But then I set it down and look at Poppy. “We got a babysitter and a little privacy,” I say. I’m about to tell Poppy all the shit I want to do to her when she stands in front of me and turns around so her back and ass are facing me.
“Zipper?” she asks, holding up her hair.
I stand and tug the zipper down, but I can’t stop myself. I lower my mouth to her warm neck and kiss her soft skin. The scent of her hair, the heat of her body, sets my limbs on fire. My cock spears to life, and I press against her firm ass.
“Baby…” I drink in the scent of her, and it’s like a fire ignites in my limbs and she’s the water I desperately need. I reach around the front of her dress and cup her tits, squeezing them in my hands while I grind my cock against her. “I hope you like it hard.”
I realize the minute I say it that might be the wrong thing to say. She stiffens, just a little, but I feel it, and I turn her around to face me.
“You want this?” I ask. “You want me? I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. But I will. But you’ve got to tell me what you’re thinkin’, babe.”
She swallows hard. “I’m scared to death,” she says. “I want this. I want you. But I haven’t had this with anyone in a long, long time. I’m just in my head.”
If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s get a woman out of her head. And it starts by getting her in my bed.
I take a step back and nod at her. “Take off your dress for me.” She blinks fast but nods.
I already undid the zipper, so she wriggles her shoulders from the straps and lets the black fabric bunch around her hips.
She’s not wearing a bra, and I swear to fuck, my favorite thing about this woman—after her mouth, her eyes, her everything—is those tits.
Her nipples go hard, the peaks dark brown and thick. My mouth waters to taste them, but I’m not going to make this quick. “All the way off,” I tell her.
She shoves the dress past her hips, and it pools at her ankles.
She steps out of it, then stands in front of me wearing only her underwear and heels.
Her long brown hair has fallen forward to cover her tits, and while I like the mermaid-Venus look she’s got going, I want to see her. I want to see everything.
“Move your hair and take off your panties.” I watch as she nervously tosses her hair over her shoulders, then works the black silk down her long, thick thighs. I groan like a starving man before a feast when I see her thick curls. She’s all natural, and I can almost smell her arousal from here.
“Leave your shoes on,” I tell her. “Now turn around.”
She does as I say and then kind of looks over her shoulder at me. “What now?” she asks, her voice raspy and thick.
“Bend over,” I tell her. “Put your hands on my bed and spread your legs. I want to see you. Show me your ass, your pussy. Everything.”
She does as I command, even wiggling her ass a little to show me she’s getting into it.
I can’t see much at this distance, but I’ve got her out of her head and focused on one thing at a time. “Good girl,” I growl. “You’re my good fucking girl, aren’t you?”
I take a step closer and palm her ass. “This,” I pant, puffing soft breaths against her ass cheek. “Is mine. I said I want you to show me what’s mine. Show me, Poppy.”
She moans softly, then climbs onto the bed. She lies back against the pillows.
“What?” I ask. “You going to show me how bad you want me, or do I have to take what I want?”
She doesn’t say a word, but her cheeks bloom red and her lips part. “Look,” she whispers. “Look what you do to me.”
She opens her legs a little.
“Wider,” I demand.
She obeys.
“Fucking wider,” I bark, nearly feral with anticipation. “Show me what I do to you, Poppy. Show me what’s mine.”
She opens her legs and shyly puts her hand over her pussy. “I’m so, so wet for you.” She says it quietly, but her eyes are molten chocolate. Her nipples are erect, and my cock leaps at the sight of her.
“You’re not shy for me, Poppy. I know you’re not shy.” I stare at her pussy, arousal knifing through my gut. I want her. I want to claim her, part her legs and drive myself so deep into her heat that I lose my sanity. And I will. But she’s got to be ready. She’s got to want it.
“What should I do?” she asks.
I cross my arms over my chest and glare at her. “Show me what’s mine,” I demand again.
She moves her fingers, shyly at first, parting herself until I see the fucking promised land.
“I’m going to take what’s mine, you hear me?” I ask.
She nods. “Phantom, please. I need…”
The words die on her lips when I drop onto the mattress and plant my face between her legs. I grip the sides of her hips and lap her, tasting every bit of wetness, every drop of her need.
“Fuck me, you taste good.” I grunt against her mound, finding her clit and sucking it between my lips.
She groans and bucks, but I hold her firm, forcing myself to slow way, way down.
I lick and suck her, trailing my fingers through her dense curls.
I squeeze her thighs so hard I’m afraid I’ll leave marks, but she presses her thighs open, wide for me, so I’m sure I’m giving her exactly what she wants.
She starts moaning, working her hips and clutching at my hair, but I’m not going to let her come so fast. Using every ounce of my self-control, I pull my face from her pussy and lick and nibble the insides of her thighs.
“Phantom,” she begs, “please, I need you. Need this.”
I finally reach between her legs and slide my fingers against her soft skin. “Fuck me,” I grunt, lost to anything but want and need. My body is on autopilot until I slide so deep inside her, I nearly come undone.
“Phantom,” she moans out my name, but she goes weak, giving in completely to my touch.
Fucking finally.
I feel every ridge inside her, pistoning my fingers slow and steady. When I let her come, she’s going to explode.
I start to feel her arc against me, her walls tightening and every breath ending in a whimpering purr, and I slowly slide my fingers out.
“No,” she cries as I leave her alone on the bed, untouched and trembling. “What are you doing?”
I strip off my clothes in record time and grab a rubber from my bedside table.
“Wait,” she says. “What about you?”
“That’s a good girl.” I grin. I toss the foil packet onto the bed beside her and climb up, my erection centered over her mouth. “I want to watch you suck me. Do you know how to suck cock, angel?”
She licks her lips, and I wonder for a second if I’ve said too much, pushed her too far. But she doesn’t show any signs of pulling back. In fact, she moves one hand to cup my shaft and angles my dick toward her lips.
Lying on her back with me balanced on my knees over her, she licks and kisses my erection, swirling her tongue along the sensitive ridge under the head of my cock.
I try to keep still, letting her get used to my size, my body, but I’ve wanted this woman for too long. Waited too long for release. I feel my cock pulse, and I know I’m close, so I pull out and sleeve up.
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell her. I drop onto the mattress beside her and lie on my back. “Ride me, take me, do whatever you need to come, but I don’t want you to stop until you come.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she says, a look of nervousness passing over her face.
I reach my hand between her legs and take some of the wetness from her pussy, then slip my fingers between her lips. “Taste that?” I ask her. “You want this, and it’s yours for the taking, babe. I don’t care if it takes all night. Fuck me until you come.”
She swallows and licks herself from my fingers, and I pray to fuck I can hold out as long as she needs. She leans down and kisses my lips, then straddles my hips.
“You’re in charge,” I tell her, my hands at my sides. “You tell me what to do, and I obey.”
“Squeeze me a little?” she asks.
“Where?” I ask. “Nipples? Tits? Clit?”
She pinches her nipples between her fingers. “Like this.”
I reach up and gently take her nips in my fingers. I roll them between my thumbs and index fingers, slow and easy. I add a little pressure but no speed, just stroking and tweaking, working those tips until a bright flush blooms on Poppy’s chest.
She swallows, her breaths coming fast, her eyes wide and full of intensity. She wants me. She wants this. And when she slides down on top of my cock, I have to hold back the roar that climbs up my throat.
She is tight, wet, and as soon as she’s seated on my dick, I want to thrust hard, fuck her senseless.
But I hold back. I want her to need this.
To drive out the fear, the thoughts, the worries.
The memories. I want there to be nothing between us.
Nothing stopping or controlling what we are to each other.
“Fuck me, Poppy,” I say, and I can’t help if it sounds like begging.
She rolls her hips slowly over me, her thigh muscles tensing, her head thrown back.
Her lips part, and she arches her chest forward, causing me to tug her nipples even harder.
She whimpers, a gorgeous sound that’s so hot with arousal, my cock leaps in response.
But I control my breaths and just watch as she moves shyly at first. But then slowly, agonizingly slowly, she picks up speed.
She starts to grind on me then, lowering her hands to use my chest for leverage.
“Fuck me,” I demand, begging, pleading, ordering. “Fuck me hard, Poppy.”
Her nails claw into my shoulders, and I don’t let up my hold on her nipples, tweaking, twisting, until finally, her whole body tenses and she opens her eyes to stare me in the face.
“I’m going to come,” she tells me, and I take a hand and pull her face to mine, opening my mouth and kissing her so every moan, every cry of my name, lands right against my lips.
I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for this moment. A lifetime for this woman.
And we’re just getting started.