Chapter 6 Every Minute #3
I shifted back against the headboard. Poppy kissed me, letting me taste myself on her tongue.
"I want your cock in my pussy," she whispered. "I want you so deep I feel you tomorrow."
My hands closed around her ass.
Poppy reached between us and held my cock against her wet entrance.
"Every minute," she said.
"Every one."
She kissed me and rubbed the head slowly through her wet folds. Her clit caught against me on every pass. She coated my cock until it shone, then held the tip at her entrance without letting it slip inside.
Poppy stopped there, eyes locked on mine, letting the last inch of distance stretch the moment.
Then she sank down.
Slow.
Wet heat closed around the head, then the next inch. Poppy's mouth fell open against mine as she took more. Her arms tightened around my neck. Her thighs clamped my hips.
"God," she breathed. "I love feeling you open me."
She lowered herself until my cock was buried inside her and her ass rested on my thighs.
Neither of us moved.
Her pussy pulsed around me, adjusting, gripping. I held her close enough to feel every quick breath against my lips.
"You good?" I asked.
Poppy answered by lifting almost all the way off my cock and sinking back down.
"I'm fucking wonderful."
She found a slow rhythm. Up, down, then a deep circle at the bottom that ground her clit against me. Her mouth stayed on mine. She kissed between breaths, bit my lip when I thrust up, and laughed once when the angle made both of us groan.
"That's my Smoke Show," she murmured. "Stay right there and let me use you."
"Gladly."
Poppy rode me with her whole body. Her tits rubbed my chest. Her arms stayed locked behind my neck. Her pussy worked over my cock in tight, slick strokes, getting wetter every time she took me to the base.
I filled my hands with her ass and helped her lift. She controlled the pace, but she wanted my strength under it. Every time I pulled her down harder, she clenched around me and kissed me like a reward.
She changed the rhythm whenever I started to anticipate it.
Three slow lifts that left only the head inside her.
One fast drop that buried me to the base and knocked a cry from both of us.
Then she stayed down and rolled her hips, grinding her clit against me while her pussy squeezed in small, deliberate pulses.
"Feel that?" she asked.
"Every fucking bit of it."
"Good. I want you remembering exactly who did this to you."
I caught her mouth and kissed her until the swagger in her voice dissolved into a moan. She answered by pulling my lower lip between her teeth and riding harder, her breasts sliding over my chest, her curls sticking to both our faces.
"You feel so fucking good," she said. "I wanted this all day. Wanted you trapped under me with nothing else to do."
"I'm not trapped."
"No?"
I thrust up deep enough to break her next word.
Poppy's eyes widened. Her pussy tightened.
"I'm exactly where I want to be," I said.
She kissed me hard and started riding faster.
I let her keep control until her thighs began to tremble.
Then I planted my feet and met her on the way down, driving up while she dropped.
The first joined thrust made her nails bite into my shoulders.
The second pulled my nickname from her in a broken gasp.
By the third, she was bouncing on my cock with her forehead pressed to mine, laughing between moans because she had all of me and nobody could call us away.
The wet sound of her pussy taking my cock filled the cabin. My balls slapped lightly against her ass. Sweat gathered between our bodies and made her breasts slide against my chest.
Poppy ground at the bottom of every stroke, chasing friction across her clit. Her moans turned higher. Her rhythm started to slip.
I put my mouth on one nipple and sucked.
"Fuck, Brew."
I moved to the other. She clutched my head to her chest and kept riding, feeding me her tits while my cock drove in and out of her.
"I'm getting close again," she said. "But I want you on top of me."
I lifted my head. "Want me to turn us?"
"Do it. Keep your cock inside me."
I wrapped both arms around her waist. Poppy locked her legs and arms tighter, holding herself to me while I rolled us across the bed.
Her back met the sheets. I stayed buried inside her.
I braced on my forearms beside her head. Poppy's legs loosened from around my waist just long enough to settle higher along my hips, then locked behind me again. Her hands slid from my shoulders into my hair.
"There," she said. "Now fuck me."
I pulled back until only the head remained inside her, then drove deep.
Poppy cried out and met me with her hips.
I did it again.
The third time, I slowed at the deepest point and watched her face. Her mouth opened. Her legs tightened around me, but she didn't pull away.
"That depth?" I asked.
"That depth," she said. "Again, but don't rush it."
I drew out slowly enough that her pussy clung to every inch, then pressed back into her with the same controlled force. Poppy's eyes fluttered. Her heels dug into my back and pulled me through the final inch.
"Perfect," she breathed. "Now build it."
The new angle took me deeper. Her pussy opened for every thrust, hot and swollen from her first orgasm and the long ride. I set a steady pace, letting her feel the full length of my cock leave and return.
"Harder," she said.
I increased the force.
The bed answered with a soft knock against the wall. Poppy's tits bounced between us. Her nails scored my shoulders while she pulled me down for messy kisses that broke every time I drove into her.
"That's it," she gasped. "Fuck me like you missed me."
"I had you in my arms last night."
"Too long."
I laughed against her mouth, then gave her the deeper thrust she'd been asking for.
Poppy's laugh became a moan.
Her legs climbed higher around my waist. She used them to pull me into each stroke, keeping herself active beneath me. When I slowed, she rolled her hips. When I went deep, her pussy clenched hard enough to threaten my control.
I slid one hand between us and found her clit.
Poppy jerked at the first circle of my thumb.
"Yes. Don't stop fucking me. Keep touching me."
I kept the rhythm steady and rubbed her clit in time with it. Her body started to shake. Her kisses lost aim and landed on my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.
"Look at me, Sugar Pop."
Her eyes found mine.
I watched the next thrust move through her. Watched her lips part, her throat work, her pupils widen when my thumb pressed harder.
"I love you," she said.
"Love you too."
"Then make me come on your cock."
I drove deeper and worked her clit faster.
Poppy's pussy tightened in warning. Her legs locked around me. She held my gaze for another second, then pleasure took it away.
She came hard beneath me, crying my name as her pussy clenched around my cock in rapid, wet pulses. Her back arched. Her nails dug in. The tight rhythm of her orgasm dragged me to the edge I'd been fighting since her mouth was on me.
I felt every pulse travel through her. Her clit jumped beneath my thumb.
Her pussy gripped, released, then gripped harder while she pulled me down and kissed me with no rhythm at all.
I kept the same deep stroke through it, giving her something solid to come against as the orgasm rolled from her hips through the rest of her body.
I kept thrusting through her climax.
"Poppy," I gasped. "I'm going to come."
She caught my face in both hands.
"Inside me. Come inside your Sugar Girl."
I buried my cock as deep as I could.
My orgasm hit with my hips pressed tight to hers. Cum pulsed out of me in hard, hot bursts, filling her pussy while it kept clenching around me. I groaned into her mouth and thrust again, smaller now, helpless, each movement pushing another spurt deep inside her.
Poppy moaned and held me there. Her aftershocks squeezed my cock through every pulse. Cum slipped around the base where our bodies met and spread hot between us.
"Yes," she whispered. "Give me all of it."
I did.
My arms shook. My cock kept pulsing even after I thought I was empty. Poppy wrapped herself around me and kissed whatever part of my face she could reach.
When the last hard wave passed, I stayed buried inside her.
Neither of us had enough breath for speech.
Sweat cooled along my spine. Poppy's fingers moved lazily through my hair. Her pussy gave one last weak clench that pulled a groan from both of us.
"I wore you out," she said eventually.
"You seem proud."
"I'm putting it on my resume."
I laughed, still pressed deep inside her. "Give me a minute before you start applying elsewhere."
"Closed position. Internal hire only."
That laugh hurt in the best way.
Poppy rested her forehead against mine. Her smile softened while her fingers traced the damp hair at my temple.
"Still no phone?" she asked.
"Still dark in the drawer."
"Still no emergency knock?"
"Just you."
Her pussy clenched weakly around my softening cock. She closed her eyes and held me tighter, as if that answer had reached someplace the sex hadn't.
"I like still having you inside me," she whispered.
"Then keep me there."
Poppy kissed my cheek and shifted beneath me. Cum moved warm around my softening cock.
"Don't pull out yet," she said.
"Wasn't planning to."
We stayed joined until my arms stopped trembling. Then I eased back carefully. Poppy's legs loosened. My cock slipped free, and a thick line of cum followed, running from her swollen pussy onto the damp sheet beneath her.
Poppy watched it happen and gave me a sleepy, wicked smile.
I ran both hands down her thighs, feeling the small tremors that hadn't stopped. Her skin was slick with sweat, and the muscles beneath it tightened when I brushed too close to her swollen pussy.
"Sore?" I asked.
"A little." She stretched one leg, testing it, then let it fall open again. "The good kind. The kind where I'm going to feel smug every time I sit down tomorrow."
I bent and kissed the inside of her knee.
"Worth it?"