Chapter 5 #2
Her perfectly pouty lips formed an O as she listened to me speak.
But then, before my eyes, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the part that sat right straight through the center of my pecs.
Heat seared through me at the contact, and with frantic hands, I pulled her back up to kiss her.
I still wore slacks, but it didn’t matter; they would be gone soon enough.
All that mattered was that we didn’t get distracted again.
I didn’t want to talk about me or my past. I wanted to worship her, spoil her, and most importantly, make sure she was thoroughly taken care of before I took what I needed.
With each kiss, I swallowed every one of her moans hungrily. I wanted more, more, more. I couldn’t get enough. Her hands flitted over my skin and only made me hotter. When I laid her out on one of the queen beds against the wall, her eyes fluttered shut.
She was one of the prettiest women I’d ever laid eyes on, and I wasn’t sure if it was all because of her looks or because of her brain, too. She was a stunner, all around.
Carefully, I climbed over her, peppering kisses here and there. She arched into my touch, and it took everything in me not to forgo trying to be slower and completely wreck her. Slowly, I pulled a condom out of my pocket and placed it on the bed beside her pillow. I always came prepared.
I wasn’t one who wanted surprises, and I wasn’t the kind of man to have children, not now or in the future.
I was a cold-hearted killer. Children were not in my cards.
I also knew how a lot of these women operated, like they did back home.
Some of them loved a good trap, and the last thing I wanted to do was ask if someone was on the pill and have them lie.
I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts.
All that mattered was Poppy right now. All that mattered was making her feel good, and she was spread out beneath me, ripe for the taking.
Her hair fanned out around her face like a dark halo, and all I wanted to do was wrap my hand in it and tug her face to mine.
Wild thoughts ran through my mind as I wondered if she was going to just lie there or if she was more feisty than that. She seemed like the feisty type.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, she reached up and tangled her fingers in my hair with a smirk and yanked my mouth down to hers.
This kiss was different than the others; this one was hungry and untamed.
As the kiss continued to climb and heat up, she arched into me, pressing her breasts against my bare chest.
A moan worked up my own throat as my hands found purchase with her nipples.
She rolled her hips up, grazing the length of my cock, and a shudder tore through me so violently I had to brace a hand beside her head to keep from collapsing on top of her.
“Oh, I don’t think you’re that easy to kill,” she murmured, voice dripping with challenge.
“Careful,” I growled against her collarbone, scraping my teeth lightly along her skin. “Keep talking like that and I’m not going to last long enough to use the condom.”
Her laugh was soft… sultry… and wicked.
And then her legs slid open beneath me, a silent invitation that turned my vision white at the edges.
My fingers traced over her bare skin and left goosebumps in their wake. She arched into every caress. When I got to the apex of her thighs, I paused. She nodded enthusiastically against the pillows and I didn’t stop again.
Poppy was soaking wet for me. I bit into my bottom lip as I pressed one finger into her and then another. She writhed and gasped with each pump.
I curled my fingers inside her, slow at first, then deeper, hunting for that spot I knew would ruin her.
The moment I found it, her entire body jolted.
“There,” she whimpered, grabbing at my shoulders. “Ivan—there—don’t stop—”
“Not planning on it,” I growled, pumping my fingers harder, faster, my thumb circling her clit in perfect rhythm. She writhed against the bed, the sheets twisting beneath her as her thighs began to shake around my arm.
Her head tipped back, lips parted, her hair a wild halo under her.
“Cum for me,” I whispered against her ribs.
“I—it’s too—” She broke off with a sob as I curled my fingers again. “Ivan—”
“Cum,” I repeated.
Her entire body tightened around me, pushing my fingers deeper as she shattered.
Her moan tore through the room, wild and raw, her back arching clean off the mattress.
I held her down gently with my free hand, riding her through every spasm with slow, perfect strokes until she was nothing but trembling limbs and ragged breaths.
Only when she went limp did I slide my fingers free, and watching my own hand tremble from the force of what she’d just given me made my cock throb painfully
She blinked up at me, flushed and wrecked and so fucking beautiful I had to bite back a groan.
“You—” she panted. “You can’t just—do that—and expect me to think clearly.”
I let out a low laugh. “Good. I don’t want you thinking clearly.”
I reached blindly for the condom, tearing the foil with my teeth, as she watched me with wide, hungry eyes. My hands shook as I rolled it down my length.
I crawled up her body, bracing myself as my cock brushed the slick heat between her thighs. She sucked in a breath, sharp and shaky, and dragged her nails down my arms.
I lowered myself, letting the head of my cock slide along the seam of her pussy. Her thighs locked around my hips in an instinctive, desperate grip.
“You tell me if you need me to slow down,” I said, my voice low.
She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. With an agonizing slowness I didn’t know I was capable of, I pushed into her.
Her mouth fell open. My head dropped to her shoulder as the heat and tightness of her body closed around me, inch by inch, drawing a guttural, broken sound from my chest.
“Fuck—Poppy—”
“More,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Ivan—more.”
I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt.
Her soft cry punched the air out of my lungs, and for a moment, we stayed there—locked together, breathing each other in like oxygen.
I pulled back and drove into her. Her gasp became a moan. Her hands clawed for something to hold onto. Her body arched, offering itself, meeting every thrust with the same wild hunger.
“Look at me,” I growled.
She forced her eyes open—and when they met mine, something inside me snapped.
I fucked her like a man starved.
“Ivan—I—I’m going to—”
“That’s it,” I groaned against her mouth. “Cum for me again.”
And when she did—when she broke apart a second time but this time around my cock—I followed, thrusting deep, spilling into the condom with a ragged, helpless sound against her throat.