Chapter 6 Every Minute #2
Poppy rocked harder.
"That's what I wanted," she said. "Your hands on me. Nowhere else to be. Nothing else in your head."
"There's nothing else in my head."
"Prove it."
She climbed off my lap, took two backward steps toward the bed, and crooked one finger at me.
I stood.
Poppy reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head before I made it halfway to her. She tossed it toward the chair and put both hands on my chest, sliding them down my stomach with open appreciation.
"God, I love touching you," she said.
"Good. Keep going."
She unfastened my belt, but I caught her hands before she opened my jeans.
"Your turn first."
Poppy's smile spread. "I was hoping you'd say that."
She turned, swept her curls over one shoulder, and showed me the zipper running down the back of her dress.
I pulled it slowly.
The fabric opened along her spine. I kissed every new inch of skin, starting between her shoulder blades and working down. Poppy shivered when my mouth reached the small of her back.
The dress slipped from her shoulders. She let it fall and stepped out of it, leaving it in a bright floral circle around her bare feet.
The pale-blue bra and panties were exactly where she'd promised.
The rest of her was better.
Her golden tan ended in sharp pale lines across the tops of her breasts and low around her hips. The bra was doing heroic work, holding up tits that looked too full for her petite frame. Her waist drew in tight before flaring into the compact curve of her ass.
Poppy turned and caught me staring.
"Worth the forty-five minutes?"
"Best use of fabric I've seen all summer."
She took both my hands and planted them over her tits.
"Then stop looking and touch me."
I squeezed.
Poppy's head tipped back. A low moan slipped from her as my palms filled with warm, springy weight. I worked my thumbs over her nipples through the bra until they tightened beneath the cups.
She covered my hands with hers and pressed harder. The pale-blue cups compressed beneath my palms, and her nipples dragged against my thumbs.
"Both hands," she said. "Don't make me compete with myself."
I kneaded both tits until her breath turned shallow. My thumbs traced the rims of the cups, dipped beneath the pale-blue lace, and found bare nipples already hard enough to make her shudder. Poppy watched my face while I touched her. Pride warmed her smile every time hunger got the better of me.
"That's better," she whispered. "Look at me like that all night."
She reached behind herself, unhooked the bra, and let it fall between us.
Her tits bounced free.
I lowered my mouth to one before the bra hit the floor.
Poppy gasped and gripped my shoulders. I sucked her nipple between my lips, circled it with my tongue, then drew harder until her body pressed into me. My hand kneaded her other breast, rolling that nipple between my fingers.
"Yes," she breathed. "That's it. Use your mouth, Brew. Make me feel it."
I switched sides. She held my head against her chest while I licked and sucked, her hips shifting restlessly against mine.
I took my time with her. My tongue followed the pale curve of one tan line before my mouth closed over her nipple again. I sucked until it stood wet and stiff, then bit lightly enough to make her gasp. Poppy pushed her tits together around my face, laughing when I tried to choose between them.
"Greedy," she said.
"You wore that bra for me. I'm appreciating the effort."
"Then appreciate lower."
I kissed down the warm center of her chest, over her tight stomach, and along the crisp line at her hips. My hands stayed on her ass, squeezing the compact curves and pulling her against my mouth while she rocked for friction.
Her hand found the bulge in my jeans and squeezed.
"Still thinking about work?"
I bit gently around her nipple.
"I'll take that as a no."
I walked her backward until the backs of her knees met the bed. Poppy sat, then scooted toward the center without waiting for direction. She hooked her thumbs into her panties.
"Help me."
I caught the waistband and pulled the pale-blue fabric down her legs. Poppy lifted her hips, kicked the panties free, and opened for me.
Her pussy glistened between tan thighs. Dark curls framed lips already swollen and wet, and her clit showed when she spread herself with two fingers.
"You wanted every minute," I said.
"I'm counting."
I kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other. Poppy's legs opened wider. Her heel slid over my back as I settled between them.
Heat rolled off her skin. I could smell the strawberry sweetness she'd carried into the cabin, but this close, the scent beneath it was warmer and dirtier. Her pussy opened with the small movement of her hips, wet enough that a bright line already slipped toward the bed.
The first lick made her jerk.
The second made her say my name.
I flattened my tongue and dragged it from her entrance to her clit, tasting the hot sweetness she'd been pressing against me all through dinner. Poppy gripped my hair and pulled me closer.
"More."
I gave her more.
I licked between her folds, used my tongue to spread her open, then closed my mouth over her clit and sucked. Her hips lifted off the bed. I held her there with both hands under her ass, keeping her pussy against my mouth while she started to ride my face.
"Fuck, Nash. Right there."
Her thighs tightened around my shoulders. I shifted one hand from her ass and slid two fingers inside her. She was tight and slick, her pussy gripping me as I curled them forward.
Poppy cried out.
"Again," she said. "Do that again."
I fucked her with my fingers and kept my tongue moving over her clit. Every stroke drew more wetness over my hand. Every pull of my mouth made her legs shake harder.
Poppy tried to chase both sensations at once.
She pushed down against my fingers, then lifted into my mouth, her ass flexing in my hands every time I sucked her clit.
I spread her with my thumb and watched my fingers disappear into her pussy before closing my lips around that swollen little point again.
"Show me," she panted. "Show me how much you wanted this."
I answered with my tongue. Slow circles became quick flicks, then a firm drag that made her cry out. I curled my fingers against the spot that stole the strength from her thighs and kept fucking it while wetness ran over my knuckles.
Her voice lost words first. Then rhythm. She made short, broken sounds while her fingers twisted in my hair and her pussy clenched around mine.
"I'm coming," she gasped. "Brew, I'm coming. Don't stop."
I didn't.
Poppy came against my mouth with her back arched and her thighs locked around my head. Her pussy squeezed my fingers in fast, wet pulses. I held the pressure on her clit and drew the orgasm out until her cries broke into breathless laughter.
The first hard clench became another, then another.
Her wetness coated my mouth and hand while I stayed with her through every aftershock.
When her legs finally loosened, they didn't fall away.
She kept one heel hooked over my shoulder, holding me close while I licked her gently through the last trembling pulses.
She collapsed into the sheets, still holding my hair.
I kissed her clit once more.
"Oh, you evil man."
I kissed the slick inside of her thigh. "You asked."
"I did." She lifted her head, eyes unfocused and happy. "And I'm going to ask again later."
I crawled up her body. Poppy caught my face and kissed me without caring that her taste covered my mouth. Her tongue swept over mine. She moaned at the flavor, then rolled us with surprising strength.
I landed on my back.
Poppy sat astride my thighs and opened my jeans.
"My turn."
She pulled my jeans and boxers down together. I lifted my hips, and she stripped them off, leaving my clothes on the floor beside the bed.
My cock sprang up hard against my stomach.
Poppy wrapped one hand around it. Her fingers barely met.
"You held on," she said.
"By a thread."
"Let's make that thread nervous."
She stroked from base to tip, spreading the precum over the head with her thumb. Then she bent and licked me clean.
My hips jumped.
Poppy looked up through dark curls and smiled before taking my cock into her mouth.
Her lips slid down my shaft. Her tongue pressed along the underside. She used one hand at the base and the other on my thigh, holding me in place while she sucked me deep.
"Sugar Pop," I groaned.
She hummed around my cock.
The vibration went straight into my balls.
Poppy pulled back and licked slowly around the head, then sucked the tip while her hand twisted over the slick length. Saliva ran down my shaft. She watched every reaction, hungry for each sound she pulled out of me.
She took me deeper on the next pass. The head pressed into the back of her mouth before she eased away, breathing through her nose and keeping her tongue tight beneath my cock. Her cheeks hollowed. Her hand worked what her lips couldn't cover, slick with spit and precum.
When she lifted her head, a wet strand stretched from her lower lip to my shaft.
"Tell me you like your Baby Girl's mouth," she said.
"I fucking love your mouth."
Poppy grinned and swallowed me again, moaning around my cock as if the answer had been permission to get filthier.
She loved doing this. That was obvious in the way she moaned with my cock in her mouth and pressed her thighs together while she worked me.
Poppy sat up long enough to gather her tits around my shaft. She squeezed them together and moved them over me, soft skin and hard nipples sliding through the wetness she'd left behind. Every few strokes, she lowered her mouth and sucked the head.
"Fuck," I said. "Baby Girl, you're going to make me come."
"Not yet."
She gave me one last slow pull between her tits, licked the precum from my tip, and crawled up my body.
Her pussy dragged over my stomach, leaving a wet trail. She settled into my lap facing me, arms going around my neck and legs wrapping my waist.