Chapter 11 #2
“Well, I guess some things just are—” she began.
“I’m clean,” he interrupted her. “I had a full physical done before and after deployment, and I’ve never had unprotected sex.”
Whoa. She had not seen that coming. This man did not strike her as the ‘raw dog’ sort.
“So am I. I’ve actually had a lot of blood work done lately, and I’m all good. Also, I’ve never had unprotected sex either.” She glanced down, suddenly having feelings she didn’t want to name. “And as far as pregnancy, it’s—um—yeah, that’s not an issue.” She looked back up. “So if you wanted to—”
Before she could finish her sentence, the box slipped from his hands, thudded to the carpet, and rolled away into the shadows under the bed.
In the space of a breath, AJ’s hands closed around her hips, guiding her, not with brute force but with a sense of inevitability, like gravity, like the moon pulling the tides.
The back of Poppy’s knees hit the edge of her mattress, and she folded backward onto it, arms falling to her sides to brace herself.
AJ, still standing, loomed above her, shirtless and intent, eyes so dark they looked like wells of ink, and for a split second she wondered what she must look like to him, staring up at him and trembling and utterly at his mercy.
He lowered himself, pressing her flat with a single palm on her shoulder.
His body radiated heat, her skin lit up wherever it met his.
He bent down and kissed her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat, her collarbone, and then the space between her breasts, with each kiss he moved her farther up on the bed until her head was near the headboard, then he sucked her right nipple into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth.
The sensation was so sharp and focused that Poppy muffled a whimper.
AJ paused and looked up at her, a crooked half-smile twitching at the edge of his mouth.
She thought he might just devour her, right there, but instead he moved off of her and returned with his tie from the evening.
He held it up in one hand, silent, asking permission without words.
Poppy nodded, her throat dry, and AJ’s stare grew darker, not predatory, but dominating. It caused her inner walls to clench.
He took her wrists and raised them above her head.
Poppy’s pulse throbbed in her ears as he threaded the tie through the bars of her headboard, wrapping it twice, then knotting it with the calm competence of someone who was no novice, but a master.
His experience only served to heighten her arousal.
She flexed against the tie, found it tight but not uncomfortable—just enough to remind her who was in control. A shot of adrenaline hit her bloodstream so hard it felt like a drug. Her toes curled. Her scalp tingled.
AJ returned his attention to her, trailing his fingers down her sides in a featherlight touch that left goosebumps in its wake.
He eased her legs apart and settled between them, lowering his face until his breath warmed her inner thigh.
He kissed his way upward, slower than seemed possible, as if every inch of her skin deserved its own ceremony.
Poppy squirmed under his attention, whimpered, and tried to move her hips so her sex was closer to his mouth to encourage him to speed the process up, but AJ would not be rushed, his hands were braced against her knees, spreading her open.
He took his time, mapping her body with his tongue and lips, learning every fold, every tremor, every gasp.
Once he got to her sex, he continued his sensual torture.
He licked up and down her folds, then took his time tracing the seam of her opening with his tongue, teasing her by pressing just the tip inside, then moving it lower and flicking it against the taut base.
He swirled it around her pleasure button, edging closer and closer, never quite arriving, looping a slow circuit around her clit with a precision that bordered on cruel.
Poppy’s hips bucked, but AJ pinned her back down, murmuring ‘mmm’ into her skin, his voice vibrating through her into the springs of the mattress beneath.
The anticipation was sweet misery. Every second she didn’t get what she wanted made her want it more, and somehow AJ always seemed to know exactly how much more she could take.
He alternated between soft, almost chaste kisses and sudden, shocking flicks of the tip of his tongue, to long, flattened licks, and each time she thought she would lose her mind if he didn’t let her come, he pulled back and gave her just enough time to beg for it.
He used one hand—just one, strong and unyielding—to pin her hip to the bed, holding her in place no matter how she writhed beneath him. With the other, he cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it was so sensitive she swore she could feel the tickle of air in the room.
When he finally covered her clit with his mouth, it was with the kind of intensity that blew out the rest of her senses.
He flicked his tongue in rapid, relentless strokes, faster and faster, and Poppy came apart, the orgasm crashing through her so hard she cried out.
She bucked, her arms pulling against the tie, her hips bucking into AJ’s mouth.
He held her down until the aftershocks faded and she melted into the mattress, boneless and replete.
She thought he was done, that she would have a reprieve, but he didn’t stop.
He kissed his way back up her body, lingering on her stomach, her ribs, and the undersides of her breasts.
He nipped gently at her shoulder, then soothed the spot with his tongue.
He took his time, and somehow the slow return from the edge was nearly as intense as the fall itself.
Poppy’s body trembled, over sensitized but hungry for every new touch.
As she lay catching her breath, she couldn’t believe how good her body felt.
She’d just had the best sex of her life, and there had been no penetration.
If this was how good he was without using what she’d already seen he was gifted with, she couldn’t wait to find out what he had in store for her.
Thankfully, she didn’t think she’d have to wait long.
AJ had Poppy tied up, which was his usual M.O.
It was easier than a woman accidentally touching him and then his senses being overwhelmed.
But for the first time ever, he didn’t need his partner to be restrained.
If Poppy hadn’t seemed so turned on by him saying he needed control, he wouldn’t have her tied up at all.
His tie around her wrists was for her pleasure only, not out of necessity.
Part of him wanted to loosen the fabric just to know what it would feel like to have her hands on him, but since this would be the first time he’d ever have sex with someone without the barrier of a condom, he figured that would be enough of a sensory stimulant for now.
He rose to his knees and settled back onto his heels between her parted thighs.
His fingers dug into Poppy’s hips as he tilted them up.
Her pretty pussy was glistening from her juices, which he could still taste on his tongue.
He was usually so sensitive to women’s scents, sometimes it was too much for him, and he couldn’t handle oral sex, but going down on Poppy had only served to waken an even more primal, savage beast instinct inside of him, he wanted to taste her, to lick up every drop of her.
He wanted sweaty and dirty, which was very new territory for him.
AJ reveled in the animalistic impulses she inspired.
His fingers ran up and down her slippery folds, gliding easily from her arousal. He took himself in his hand and replaced his finger with the head of his cock, running it up and down her slit. His eyes lifted and met hers.
“Are you sure you want—”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Hearing her enthusiastic consent sent a lightning bolt straight through AJ to his balls.
The word “yes,” repeated in her throaty soprano, banished any remaining hesitation.
His cock grew impossibly hard in his fist, the sight of her, flushed and panting, wrists bound, hair fanned out like a halo, branded itself into his memory forever.
The tip of his shaft, already slick, slid through her folds in a slow, measured stroke that made him shake with restraint.
He’d always been hyper-aware of every nuance in sensation, especially during sex, but this was beyond anything he’d experienced.
A synesthetic riot of texture, heat, and sound, her wetness so intense he could feel it all the way up his spine.
He wanted to go slow, to show her every atom of care and worship, but the animal part of his brain—long dormant, long managed, never indulged—was clawing at the inside of his chest, demanding more, more, more.
He pressed further, sinking into her with slow, agonizing care, savoring the exquisite, relentless pressure as her body yielded around him.
Every millimeter felt like a new universe, a different note played in the symphony of her body.
She was so hot, so tight, that his vision doubled.
He paused at the first ring of resistance, jaw clenched, feeling a sudden, bottomless gratitude that she wanted this, wanted him, and trusted him with this uncaged version of himself.
Then he went further, her body resisting, then pulsing around him, before ultimately relenting to accommodate him until he had been completely engulfed by her.
It was only then that he realized he’d been holding his breath.
He exhaled and saw stars as he gazed down at her.