Page 24 of In Your Dreams

Using my thumb, I press harder against her clit this time, rubbing circles over her most sensitive spot.

She lets out the sweetest moan, throwing her head back as her fingers hands grip the sheets.

“Fuck,” she whispers.

She sinks into the sensation my touch is creating, her hips swiveling to push against me. Her knees begin to squeeze against me, drawing inward on their own, like they want to close. But that’s not going to happen. We’ve only just started.

I hook my finger into the edge of her panties, pulling them to the side to reveal her sweet, wet pussy. It’s glistening and I find my mouth watering again.

I press a single digit against her opening, careful not to enter. My finger will not be the first thing inside of her.

“Oh my god,” she says, her back arching as she tries to press into me.

I know this to be an especially torturous sensation, a whisper away from what you’re craving. But I figure Poppy needs a little torture.

“Poppy,” I say, my voice low and gentle.

“Yes?” She says, breath slightly erratic.

“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come in my mouth,” I say.

Whether it’s the anticipation or the shock of what I’ve said, she doesn’t respond with her words. But she does spread her legs wider for me, toes curled into the edge of the mattress to keep herself in place.

Leaning up, I position my mouth over her and press my lips together, blowing on her most sensitive skin. Poppy lets out another delicious moan in response. As a reward, I press my tongue flat against her clit, lapping at it gently. God, she tastes so fucking good. Never in all my dreams could I have imagined she tasted this good.

I make my way down to her opening, sliding only the tips of my tongue inside. She bucks toward me, arching and stretching for more as she moans again but I withdraw. Before she can protest, I press just the tip in, then out again. I repeat this motion several times, until she’s dripping wet. Then, I plunge my tongue all the way in, my gentle touch gone. I push into her over and over again. As she starts to arch again, I grip her hips tightly, ensuring she can’t get away.

“Oh my god, Parker,” she yells.

The sound of her voice screaming my name is music to my ears. I replace my tongue with two fingers, sucking her clit into my mouth as I pump into her. I push in and lick in tandem, her legs beginning to grow rigid.

“I’m going to come, oh my god,” she screams out.

I focus on keeping the same rhythm as her pussy tightens around my fingers. I suck and lap my tongue as her entire body shudders, her legs squeezing against me.

A full thirty seconds later, her body begins to relax, her muscles twitching as they grow limp. Her breathing is fast and shallow as she basks in the post-orgasm euphoria.

I get up from the floor and lay down next to her, propping myself onto my elbow so I can look at her. She has her eyes closed but there’s a hint of a smirk on her lips.

“Wow,” she says. “You’re like, really good at that.”

“Thank you,” I say. And for the record, yes—that is the other thing I’m good at.

Poppy rolls toward me, her fingers trailing light touches down my sternum and lower. She drags her nails against the softskin between my belly button edge of my boxer briefs, causing my skin to turn gooseflesh as I lose my breath for a moment.

“Everything you do is so goddamn delicious,” I say, my eyes rolling back as my head hits the mattress.

“I haven’t done hardly anything,” she says, giggling.

“You don’t have to,” I say.

“Oh but I want to,” she says.

“Well, I do want you to do what you want to do,” I say, smirking.

She slips her hand beneath the elastic band of my underwear, her fingertips grazing the head of my dick as she reaches lower until she’s grabbing my shaft.

“Fuck,” I say, inhaling sharply. Her hand against me is warm and soft, her grip just the right amount of firm. My grasp on the sheet tightens as she slides her hand up and down over me. If I was hard before, I’m now painfully so.

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