Chapter 10
Poppy
Oh. My. God. I don’t even know how to describe what just happened to me. My body is limp and drained in the best kind of way. My ankle doesn’t even hurt, although if I’m being honest, just seeing Gibb without a shirt on was enough to distract me from the ache.
Gibb’s mischievous smirk as he grins up at me, his chin glistening, makes me blush in mortification. I did scream. I whined and cried and probably started talking in tongues, because lord knows I’ve never had an orgasm in my life like that.
But I still somehow want more.
My hand reaches down to caress his hair, and his eyes go dark with desire.
“Poppy.” He says my name with reverence and the residual pulsing between my legs reminds me that while he took me to the stars and back, he put my pleasure before his.
“How many times will you make me scream?” I ask.
The smirk slides off his face and his expression turns fierce and hungry. He crawls up and over my body, capturing my mouth with his. “As many times as you can stand,” he murmurs, before lowering his lips to mine again.
It feels like a claiming. His kiss is different this time, from all the other kisses. Demanding, as his tongue glides against mine, his hands molding themselves to my breasts.
“I want you naked,” he says, kneeling above me and dragging my shirt up, but instead of pulling it over my head, he only takes it as far as my wrists. He winds the shirt around them, effectively pinning them together over my head.
“That’s such a pretty picture,” he says. “Keep them there.”
Something hot and heavy settles in my stomach at his words. Gibb trails his fingers down over the cups of my bra, tweaking my nipples, and every nerve ending in my body flares. I wriggle, and his gaze goes hungry. He unclips my bra and pushes it up to my wrists.
“Look at those tits, on display for me.” He bends, flicking the tip of one with his tongue and my shoulders arch off the bed. “It’s even better than my fantasies.”
His teeth graze my breast, and a strangled sound catches in my throat. He does it again and again, switching from one to the other, a low growl rumbling through his chest as sensation washes over me.
Cool air brushes my skin as he moves to take off his pants and my eyes widen as I take in his whole body. He’s glorious, big and muscular and I want to feel him pressing me down into the bed.
I go to move my arms, but he moves over me, pressing my wrists into the pillows. “Keep them here,” he says. “If you touch me, I’ll come undone.”
His confession sends a wave of desire through me, almost terrifying in its intensity. He spreads my legs, settling between them, his fingers drifting over my pussy before he grips his cock and rubs it up and down over my still sensitive flesh.
“Gibb, please,” I moan as little flicks of fire spark in my tummy.
He notches it at my entrance and eases forward with more restraint than I want. I lift my hips, meeting his thrust and the sudden fullness of him makes me gasp. He instantly stills.
Gibb lowers his forehead to mine, his jaw tight. “Did I hurt you?”
He tries to ease up, but I tighten my legs around his hips. “No. More, please.”
“There’re those sweet manners again. Such a good little girl, asking for what you want so nicely.” He pushes back in slowly, and I feel every inch stretching me before he drags back out.
He pins me down with his body, the slow thrusts building a heat inside me as he watches me carefully, praising me with every bounce.
Soon, I’m moaning again, my hips lifting, seeking and he slides a hand between us, spreading me wide around his cock so that every glide hits my clit exactly right.
Every stroke takes me higher and his thrusts become heavier, pounding against me in a driving rhythm that makes my thighs shake, pleasure wrapping itself around me tighter and tighter until my fingers ache with the force I’m using to grip the pillow over my head.
“Look at me,” Gibb grinds out, and my eyes snap open, focusing on him.
His sharp cheekbones are stained red, and his dark eyes are fierce. “Mine, pretty girl.” His hips slam me into the bed hitting me deep in just the right spot. “Scream for me.” He dips his head and draws my nipple between his lips, suckling hard.
My body breaks apart, a raw scream leaving my throat as he thrusts into me over and over while my body shatters into a million sparkling shards around him. He pushes in deep, holding himself inside me a roar rising out of his chest as his release pulses inside me.
He pulls the shirt and bra off my wrists, tossing them to the floor before wrapping me in his arms. I can feel his heart thundering as he holds me close to his chest. Mine, he said, and those words should feel ridiculous, suffocating and too much too soon but they don’t.
Gibb presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Do you need anything?’
Even though every muscle in my body is limp, somehow my lips curve into a smile. Taking care of me in every way. “I’m good.”
His arms give a little squeeze. “You certainly are.”