Poppy
Slow down? I want his dick in me now. But he pushes my hands away from the fastenings on his jeans and then picks me up again. He keeps doing this as if I weigh nothing. It makes me feel light and feminine.
“I’m going to peel those pants off you and then explore your curves. Poppy, your body drives me wild.”
His words manage to melt any self-conscious thought loitering in my brain and I just lay back and let him remove the rest of my clothes. I watch the play of the muscles in his torso as he works.
He’s not an overly bulky man, doesn’t look like a weight lifter. Instead he looks like someone who knows how to do actual labor with his body. I want to memorize every defined line in his flesh, every delineated sinew. He’s beautiful.
My yoga pants are tossed onto the floor and with a swipe of his thumb I realize he removed my panties at the same time. I’m thrilled by that notion for two reasons. One, it puts his hands on my skin much faster and two, I was wearing dreadful granny panties designed for full-coverage and comfort.
“Is all this sweet nectar for me?” his slow, southern drawl is nearly intoxicating. And combined with the way he’s gently swiping through my wet folds I don’t think it would take much for me to become addicted to this man.
“Look at me, darlin’,” he says. He lifts his thumb, right as our eyes meet, and he slips it between his lips, licking me off of him. “Honeysuckle. I’m gonna eat you up.” He lowers himself onto his belly, positioning his broad shoulders between my thighs.
“Noah,” I breathe. “You don’t need to—”
His hand covering my mouth silences my protest. I’ve never had a man go down on me though I’ve written about it plenty of times. But I’ve never experienced it first-hand. Nice to know there are some real live men eager to eat a woman the way my alien heroes are always ready to do.
He moves his hand from my mouth, and brings it down to join his other. Then he spreads my labia open.
“So wet,” he says. He’s not really speaking to me, instead it’s like he’s as caught up in the spell as I am and he’s committing this moment to memory.
“I’ve never been this wet,” I admit. “And I’ve never…” I let my words trail off.
“Are you telling me that no man has ever licked your pussy?”
“No.”
“England must be full of idiots.” And with that he swipes his tongue up the center of my sex. It is unlike any sensation I’ve ever felt. He licks and kisses all over my pussy, sucking on my lips, then the hood of my clit.
I grip my fingers into the sheets and squeeze my eyes shut. I want to remember every sensation.
“You taste so good, darlin’.” He slides two fingers inside me and the invasion is just what I need. His mouth and digits work together and I’m bucking against his face. I’m pretty sure my hands are in his hair and I might be holding his perfect, beautiful face to my core.
“Bugger me, that’s so fucking good.” I’m loud and I don’t even care. “Noah, Noah, oh yes, right there, don’t stop.”
He hums against me and that simple vibration is enough to shove me over the edge. My climax rocks though me and I feel a burst of liquid gush out. I’m still shaking and panting when he gives me one last lick and then nibbles his way up my body.
His tongue dips into my navel and it’s so sexy. It’s my least favorite part of my body and he’s looking at me with nothing short of adoration and lust. I never would have thought those emotions could go together, but it’s all there in the heat of Noah’s striking blue eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Poppy.”
It’s the simplicity and the sincerity in his words that steal my breath and pull tears to my eyes.
“I’m ready for you to be naked,” I say, trying to shake off the heavy emotion. The last thing this young cowboy needs is me losing my heart to him.
He gives me that crooked grin that makes my heart tighten.
“I’m shy,” he says.
I laugh. “You are not.”
He stands from the bed and begins a dramatic strip tease of the rest of his clothes. Slowly unbuttoning his jeans, then unzipping and re-zipping. He’s humming some silly song you’d see someone strip to in a movie.
I’m giggling as I realize I’ve never once laughed during sex. And it is magical.
He turns his back to me as he peels off his jeans to reveal the sexiest back and arse I have ever seen.
His tight boxer briefs are molded to the rounded globes of his ass. Then there are his thighs. Thickly muscled and smattered with dark curls. Then he slowly spins to face me and gives me a cocky grin.
“That what you had in mind?”
I’m not fully prepared for a frontal view of Noah even with underwear on. The tight black line of hair that arrows down to his cock which his boxers are doing nothing to hide his size or the fact that he is so hard. I grab onto the waistband and pull him to me.
“Oh, did you need something?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” I reach my hand into his boxers and run my palm along his thick rigid staff. He’s veiny and hot and I’m dying to get my mouth on him. I slide the underwear down his muscular thighs and his dick springs free.
Then I just lean forward and lick him from root to tip.
“Fuck, darlin’.”
“I’m not going to let you come in my mouth,” I say.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I want you to come inside me. I want you to fuck me.”
“You are a filthy girl, aren’t you?”
I don’t answer, instead I just suck his cock into my mouth and bob my head up and down a few strokes.
“Poppy,” he whispers. His hands are in my hair, but he’s not guiding my movements, he’s just cradling me.
Gentle, funny, romantic and skilled. Finding a man like him is about as likely as finding one of my alien heroes.
He growls, a deep lusty sound and he pulls my mouth off him with a pop. Then he kicks off his boxers and sits on the edge of the bed. There’s a condom sitting next to him on the bed that I never even saw him procure. I grab it and tear the wrapper open with my teeth.
I feel so sexy in a way I’ve never experienced. Like a sex goddess. I roll the rubber down his dick, then I straddle his lap and impale myself on him. We both groan as I sink down.
“I like this position,” he says, his voice husky. “I can kiss you and see your tits and watch you ride me.” He grips my ass.
And ride him I do. I rock against him, moving up and down and everything I do feels amazing.
“Fuck, darlin’, you feel so good. So tight and wet. It’s a perfect fit. Do you feel that?”
I brace my hands on his shoulders and speed up my movements. “I do feel it. I think I’m going to come again.”
His thumb slides against my clit and that’s all it takes and I’m coming all over his cock. As soon as I’m done he mysteriously turns us so that I’m on my back and he’s still inside me.
Then he’s pumping into me with such perfect rhythm, such strength that I understand cougars in a way I never have. Younger men have amazing stamina and virility.
“So fucking good,” he says as he pounds into me.
I’m pretty sure I blackout when I climax again probably because I have no more blood in my brain. And then he’s roaring above me and chanting my name and his “o” face is everything.