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Authors: Alex Grayson

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I take one of the candles and place it on the other bedside table before turning back to face her.

Her nightie has parted, and I can see her panties, which are sheer enough to show a small patch of darkness, even in the low candlelight. Her flat stomach is on display and it’s currently moving up and down with her rapid, heavy breathing. Her lips are parted, and every few seconds her tongue darts out to lick them, tempting me beyond measure. Her hair fans out across her pillow. She is truly the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.

I feel like I can’t breathe, so I unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt.

I sit on the bed by her hip and lean slightly over to rest my hand by her other hip. Feeling like I’ve waited a lifetime to touch her, I lightly trace my fingers across the softness of her lips. Her breath hitches.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. “I want to both devour and cherish you.”

“I want to see you,” she whispers back.

“Soon, Poppy, I swear to you. Please, be patient with me.”

Noticing the vase of flowers on her bedside table, I pull one of the lavender roses from it. Starting with her lips, I slowly run it across them. She sucks in a shuddering breath and then releases it. With a moan, she lifts her head as I trail the rose down the column of her neck. The rose travels over her collarbone to the center of her chest, before I move it to play over one of her nipples. Her back arches off the bed. This woman amazes me with her beauty.

Needing my hands on her, I drop the rose on the bed beside her. My fingers take the same path as the rose as I glide them across the seam of her lips, and her tongue darts out to meet them. I groan in response, loving the feel of her tongue on my flesh, even if it is just my fingertips. I apply pressure on her bottom lip, opening her mouth a little wider, before I trail the digit slowly down the column of her neck. I feel her throat move when she swallows.

Instead of going the route that I know she wants me to, which is down her chest, I veer off to go across her collarbone to her shoulder. I leisurely make my way down her arm, causing goosebumps to break out across her skin, until I reach her hand. I pick it up and flip it over so her palm faces my lips. I place gentle kisses there, before taking little nibbles.

“I’ve waited so long to touch you,” I tell her, taking one of her fingers into my mouth and sucking. I remove it, place another kiss to her palm, then put her hand against my chest, right over my heart through the opening of my shirt. “And to feel you touch me.”

Her nails dig into my skin, eliciting another groan from me. Her hand is so warm and soft. I’ve never felt such pleasure from a single touch.

“Sterling,” she sighs. Hearing the nickname she gave me sends desire racing through me. I want her to shout the name in pleasure, but I want to hear her shout my
real
name more. I have to force back the words that will reveal who I am. It’s not time yet.

Panting, Poppy runs her hand down my chest until she reaches my abs and traces the tight muscles there. My stomach spasms with the feeling of her hands on me. It takes every single shred of control I have not to pounce on her. I want to make this good for her. Tonight isn’t about me, it’s about Poppy.

When she starts to roll to her side, reaching for me with her other hand, I pull her hand from my stomach.

“No.” My demand is soft.

“Please,” she pleads. “Let me touch you.”

I place a kiss on both her palms before placing them above her head with one hand.

“I will, later. But right now, this is for you.”

She whimpers, and I almost chuckle at the desperate sound.

“Keep your hands there.”

At her nod, I glide my hand back down her arm, then remove it when I reach the side of her breast. Standing, I remove my shoes and finish unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. I decide to leave my pants on for now, because the temptation to take her will be too great if they’re not in the way.

By the time I drop my shirt to the floor, Poppy’s legs are seesawing on the bed and she’s breathing heavily. Her face is still turned toward me. I know she can’t see me, but she can hear what I’m doing.

“Do you ache for me, baby?” I ask, taunting her.

“Yes. Please, Sterling.”

“Be patient for me, and I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

Without waiting for a reply, I get up on the bed and straddle her waist. Having her beneath me is something I’ve wanted and imagined for almost a year. Having it now is so much more than I fantasized.

I lean forward to rest my hands on either side of her raised arms and glide my tongue across her lips. I’m desperate to take them, but I need to know she wants it just as much. There’s been so many times she’s been in my office at work, or in meetings, or when I watch her sleep at night that I’ve imagined kissing her. I know without knowing that she’ll taste unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. Once I know that taste, nothing else will ever compare. I’m already addicted to it, and I haven’t even tasted her yet.

When she lifts her head to get closer to me, I have my answer. I drop my head the rest of the way and take what I’ve been dying to have. Her mouth opens immediately, and I dip my tongue inside. Just as I knew she would, she tastes like pure fucking heaven. We swirl our tongues together and mimic the act of sex with our mouths. I could kiss her all day and never in a million years get enough of it.

I pull back slightly, giving myself just enough room to tug on her bottom lip with my teeth. She whimpers and moans beneath me. I settle more of my weight on her and feel the lace of the bodice and the swell of her breasts against my chest. My cock presses painfully against my jeans, and I both curse and thank God I decided to leave them on.

Poppy becomes restless beneath me. Her stomach presses against my erection, and I growl into her mouth. She’s making it so goddamn hard to stay focused on what I want to do right now.

I feel her arms moving, and to prevent it, I pin them back down. Against her lips, I tell her, “No. My control is slipping, Poppy. Keep your hands there or I’ll lose it.”

“That’s exactly what I want you to do,” she breathes out and arches her back, pressing her gorgeous tits harder against my chest.

Shit.
I really need to pay them some attention next.

“Believe me, baby, you definitely want me to lose it, but I’m not ready yet. Right now is for you. Now, be a good girl and keep your hands above your head.”

Her arms relax once again, but her lips turn into a pout. I do the only thing I can do and drop mine back to hers for another searing kiss. I feel the satin of the scarf against my heated face. I want to rip it away and see the desire in her eyes, but I don’t.

Pulling back from her addicting lips, I leave wet kisses down her neck. When I stop between her breasts, I look up to find pure rapture on Poppy’s face. Her lips are parted and her face is flushed. It sends my blood to boiling and my need skyrockets. I keep my eyes on her as I trace my fingers along the edge of the cups covering her tits. I pull the material down a centimeter by slow centimeter, until it’s tucked below her breasts. I’ve watched from the window as she’s undressed numerous times, so seeing her tits is nothing new to me, but holy fucking hell. Seeing them up close and having them inches from my mouth and hands has my body locking up tight.

Unable to hold back any longer, I run the tip of my tongue around one dark nipple before tugging it between my teeth. It instantly tightens up into a hard nub. Her body withers and she cries out.

Spurred on by her cries of pleasure, I yank down the other cup and palm that breast. I pinch the tip between my finger and thumb, making her gasp and jerk. I release that nipple and plump up her other breast and bring it to my mouth.

I lift my head and shift the loose material that’s below her tits, so it falls to her sides.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmur huskily.

I drop my head again and lay kisses on her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button along the way. I make my way down until I reach the top of her skimpy panties. Kneeing her legs apart, I settle between them, my eyes landing on her satin-covered center. Her arousal has soaked the material. I blow gently and her hips jerk up.

“Oh, my, God! Sterling, please!”

A rush of satisfaction hits my gut with her plea. Giving into both our needs, I settle my mouth over her clit and suck her hard through the material. I moan, not only because the vibration will add to her pleasure, but because she tastes so fucking amazing, even through a layer of satin.

Getting on my knees, I tug her panties down her legs, impatient to taste her bare. I settle back down and swipe my tongue through her folds. She bends her knees, and using her feet, she jerks her pelvis up for me. I hold her in place by putting my hands on her stomach. I alternate between sucking and tugging her clit between my teeth. When I look up at her, her hands are fisting the headboard above her head so tight, her knuckles are white. Her head thrashes back and forth and her moans become louder.

I fucking love that I can bring her such pleasure. It makes me feel like I’m ten feet tall and untouchable.

Reaching around her thighs, I bring my hands to her pussy and spread her wide open. She’s dripping, her wetness sliding from her pussy down the crack of her ass, soaking the cover beneath her. I swipe my tongue through her wetness, basking in the deliciousness that is her essence.

Using my tongue, I fuck her pussy until she’s bucking and jerking in my grasp. Each move she makes has my tongue going in deeper. I move back to her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue.

The pressure building behind my jeans is almost unbearable. I grind down on the bed to try to help relieve it. It doesn’t help.

She whimpers when I get up on my knees.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I soothe, cursing the blindfold for hiding my view of her eyes.

I use two fingers and slide them into her tight pussy. My thumb goes to her clit and applies pressure. I lean over and crush my lips to her, absorbing her cries of rapture. We both drink greedily at each other’s mouths. Adding a third finger, I curl them up and flick them back and forth once I feel the spongy flesh inside her. Her knees draw up and wrap around my waist.

Her walls grip my fingers so tight I can barely move them inside her. Her cries become louder and her breathing heavier. I lick my way down her neck and suck a piece of the sweet smelling skin into my mouth, something primitive in me making me want to leave my mark on her.

She begins to spasm against me, and I move back to her mouth, needing to swallow her pleasure-filled moans. There’s no better feeling than her clamping down on my fingers and hearing her shout the name she gave me.

“Sterling!”

I damn near lose it in my jeans, barely managing to keep it together.

I nip and lick at Poppy’s mouth as she gets her breathing and body under control. I remove my fingers from her pussy and lick my ring and middle finger. I trace my pointer finger across her lips, coating them with her juices. I lean down and lick it away before putting my finger back to her lips.

“Lick and see for yourself why your taste drives me insane.”

Hesitantly, she darts her tongue out, and I slide my finger inside. She sucks the finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it like she’s trying to get every last drop.

“How do you taste?” I ask, pulling my finger from between her lips.

Her face flushes a beautiful pink before she replies. “Sweet and bitter.”

“Pure fucking heaven,” I correct her.

“I want to touch you.” She rocks her hips up to meet my cock.

My body demands I give into her request, so I remove her hands from the still tight grip on the headboard and place them on my chest. I suck in a sharp breath and hold myself still as she explores the contours of every muscle she comes across. Her fingers glide across my pecs and up over my shoulder to the column of my neck. I swallow when she runs a light finger across my Adam’s apple, making it bob up and down. When she makes it to my cheeks, she scrapes her nails gently over the scruff that’s grown since this morning. Leaving the rough skin behind, she next moves to feather her fingers across my lips, nose, and eyes. I’m glad I thought to remove my eyebrow ring earlier.

I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to see me through her fingertips. The act has my heart pounding and my blood pumping. I can’t wait to have this woman look at me as I take her in all the ways I’ve imagined.

She sits up, the extra length of the scarf falling down her back along with her hair. Her skin is shiny from a fine sheen of sweat. She takes her hands from my face and moves them back to my abs before going to my waist. She pushes me back until I’m on my knees, still between her legs. When she leans forward and puts her lips to the center of my chest, I have to fist my hands to keep them from shoving her back and plowing into her body. I’m giving this exploration to her by sheer force of will, when I want nothing more than to fuck her body into the mattress.

“Ah fuck,” I groan deeply.

“Mmm...” she moans against my nipple, before taking the little nub between her teeth and tugging gently. I almost jump out of my skin.

Her lips move down my torso and lick along the dips of my stomach muscles. Each lick sends sparks of desire shooting through me. My poor cock doesn’t know what to do. It’s straining against my jeans to be let out to play. Poppy rubs her cheek against my denim-clad cock, and I jerk against the offending material.

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