Chapter 31
YOU KNOW, SHOW ME?
Poppy
I lie there still, staring at my ceiling, trying to control my breathing.
My skin is buzzing, heat radiating off me as I lie naked and exposed to the man whose face was just between my legs. Every nerve in my body is still tingling, and I feel like I could melt into these sheets.
My heart is still racing, but it’s slower now, steady.
I felt like I was holding tension in my body all week, since we checked off the first item on my little list I made. I didn’t even realize just how much until now.
When I lift myself to my elbows, I see Dallas standing there, smiling. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I.
His silence feels like a quiet trust. He’s allowing me this time to process everything.
He hasn’t run away or told me he needs to leave.
He’s not eager to run out the door because I wasn’t enough.
As if he can read my thoughts, he moves to sit on the bed beside me, placing one hand on my exposed thigh.
I place my hand on top of it, letting him silently know I’m okay.
Hell, I’m more than okay. My body is craving more of whatever that was. I feel like a sex-crazed fiend, and I haven’t even had the actual sex part of that.
“I promise you, that isn’t the reason I came here tonight,” he says.
“I know.”
“I’m learning quickly that I’m desperate for any time spent with you.
If we hadn’t kissed at the door, I would have done a puzzle with you.
I would have whipped up a snack or something and watched a movie with you.
I would have done whatever you wanted to do.
” He pauses, turning to face me completely. “I lose all control with you, Poppy.”
As someone who craves control and consistency, his chaos makes me strangely feel at home. It’s a welcome kind of tornado tearing through my life. Where I used to fear this kind of mess, I want it now. I want it with him because he makes me feel comfortable and safe.
He makes me feel like I can be myself.
He makes me feel seen in ways no one else has.
I spent so damn long fearing that someone would think I wasn’t enough—that someone would see me for me and run the way my one relationship ran.
I don’t feel that with Dallas.
There’s no fear. There’s no second-guessing. There’s no wondering.
It’s my brain’s way of saying, he’s it for you.
Lifting myself off the bed, Dallas tracks every move.
His eyes are on me as I grip both of his shoulders and bring one leg over his thighs to straddle his lap.
My nerves are still buzzing, so when I sit down and feel his hard length between my legs, my body ignites in flames again.
I allow my hands to circle his neck until my fingers are intertwined in his hair, pulling him back to look from my chest and up to my eyes.
No words are spoken.
I know he’s waiting for me.
He’s giving me this.
And I want to give Dallas Westbrook all of me.
“Honey,” he whispers the nickname, something he’s been calling me for a while now, but this time feels different. It feels like there’s a plethora of emotions behind it.
He feels this, too.
He feels this deep connection we have, the comfort of being with each other.
Where he makes me feel at ease in my head, I calm his chaos.
“I want to feel you,” I say, settling deeper onto his lap, and he groans. I move my hips back and forth slowly, fire building between my legs again. I don’t know if this is normal to feel ready again this soon, but I’m chasing the high I feel with him. “I’m ready to feel you everywhere, Dallas.”
He swallows, and I pull back, reaching for the hem of his shirt to pull over his head before I toss it to the ground behind us.
I trail my fingertips down his broad chest, grazing over his rigid abdomen.
His body shivers at my touch before he pulls me into him.
My nipples graze his chest, and the warmth seeps into every part of my body from the contact.
He buries his head in my neck, just holding me, breathing me in, committing me to memory.
I can tell he’s holding back, but I want this. I want him.
“I want you, Dallas,” I murmur against his skin.
He brings his face up to look me in the eyes.
His brown eyes darken with desire, changing from warm flecks of amber until they turn a stormy brown.
He lifts me off of him, and I stand naked and bare to him.
I don’t hide it, there’s no sense. He’s seen every part of me, touched every part of me.
Looking me up and down, he stands, tipping my chin up with the back of his index finger, a smirk playing on his lips.
“I’m going to take care of you, Poppy. But I need you to understand one thing.” I swallow, unsure of the next words out of his mouth. “You’ve already ruined me for anyone else. So I fully intend to ruin you in the best way possible.”
I don’t want anyone else, is what I want to say, but I don’t.
I stay silent, reaching for his jeans to unclip them, but he stops me. “Lie down on the bed, Poppy. And spread those pretty legs for me.”
I do as he asks. Anticipation is humming through my body.
He watches every move as I lie down, lifting myself on my elbows to see him and how slowly he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them to the floor. As he steps out of them, I bite my bottom lip. As his eyes trail my body, I slowly open my legs for him, and he hums in approval.
He leans down on the bed, holding his body up with one arm, still wearing his boxer briefs, and takes two fingers and swipes them through my pussy. My back arches at the contact, and he shocks me when he raises those same fingers and puts them in his mouth.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls. “Your pussy is aching to be touched again, isn’t it?”
I nod repeatedly.
“Tell me again what you want.”
“You.”
He shakes his head. “Tell me again what you want,” he repeats, emphasizing each word slowly.
My cheeks flame with embarrassment. He means this—sex. He wants me to tell him what I want, when I don’t even know what I want. I want to feel him inside of me. I want to feel the euphoric feeling of Dallas making me come. I want it all.
“I want you to take off your boxer briefs.”
He smirks, standing up again and pushing them to the ground where the rest of our clothes lay scattered.
He reaches down into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a little square wrapper, tearing it open with his teeth before sliding a condom over his throbbing cock.
Then he stands there waiting for me to tell him the next thing I want.
He’s giving me control while being in control.
Jesus, this is so hot.
I can’t believe this is happening right now.
“Can you…tell me everything you’re going to do to me. You know, show me?”
He brings himself up on the bed, kneeling between my legs, urging them open more than they already were. Leaning forward, with both arms caging the sides of my head, he leans down, only a breath away from my lips. “My fucking pleasure.”
He kisses me, softly at first. But the moment I lift my head, meeting his urgency, he turns primal. His tongue dances with mine, my hands raking the skin on his back as I pull him as close as he can to me. My hips lift on their own, chasing the feeling of anything.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, and then you can have my cock,” he says, reaching between us, not waiting before driving two fingers inside of me. He stays hovering over my lips, our breaths mingling with one another as he drives in and out of me. “Ahh, yes.”
It feels so good.
Too good.
“More, Dallas.”
“Beg for my cock, Poppy. You know I’ll give it to you, but I love hearing you beg for me.”
“Please,” I moan. “Please give me more.”
Desire, anticipation, and excitement all run through my body at the same time. Never in my life did I think I would be the woman who would beg for it after avoiding it for so long.
But Dallas makes me feel empowered.
He makes me feel alive.
Like I’ve been sleeping for years, and he came barging into my life and woke me up.
He pulls his fingers out, moving his hand to his long, hard length, pumping his shaft a few times before he settles himself between my legs.
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
“It will be uncomfortable at first. I’m going to go slow and take care of you, I promise.”
I nod and look down between my legs at where Dallas is gripping his cock, lining it up with my entrance. He slides the tip through, soaking him, and putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Remind me again, what you want, Poppy?”
I lift my eyes, meeting his. “I want to give you all of me, Dallas.” I think about his words from just moments ago, asking me to beg. “Please. I want your cock inside of me.”
“Christ,” he draws out, pressing the head into my pussy. “That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
My legs widen, allowing him the space to get in.
“Now watch me as I give you what you want, baby. Watch it slide inside of you.”
My body trembles at the feeling of him pushing dangerously slow. I sit up as much as my body allows to do what he said and watch. I don’t stop staring as the head of his cock disappears inside of me. I gasp at the mix of pain and euphoria coursing through me.
“Talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“It hurts a little. But keep going.”
“You’re doing so good,” he praises, sliding deeper and deeper.
I don’t take my eyes off the way his cock disappears inside of me. Once he hits a certain point, I hiss in pain, my back falling to the mattress as I grip the sheets around me. My eyes are glued shut as I let my body adjust to his size, willing it to pass.
It’s too much.
The pressure and pain combined are so intense that I feel like I can’t breathe.