Page 96 of Don't Go Breaking My Heart
“Better?” I ask, voice low, rough.
Poppy steps closer, her bare feet barely making sound against the hardwood floor. She’s so close I can feel the heat radiating off her skin; her breath mingling with mine.
“So much better,” she whispers.
Her fingers begin tracing a delicate line down my chest, palms skimming over my pec muscle, dipping down to the curve of my abs. My breath shudders out, and when her hands flatten against my stomach, my entire body tightens beneath her touch.
“Kiss me.”
My hands go to her face, and I look at her several long seconds before my lips touch hers; the way her lashes flutter, the way her mouth parts.
Juicy, kissable lips.
Dick sucking lips.
The first brush of our lips is soft, a gentle tease, a barely-there taste that sends a shiver racing down my spine. But when she presses up on her toes, angling her face to deepen the kiss, it’s game over.
I slide one hand down to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, and kiss herharder.
Heat. Desperation.
Our mouths move together in a slow, filthy rhythm that makes my blood throb beneath my skin. So much tongue. Sloppy.
Blood races through my cock until I can feel the tip throbbing agonizingly against my shorts.
It strains toward her through the mesh, and she moans, hands sliding up my chest, nails scraping lightly over my pecs before dipping lower, fingers splaying against my abs.
My muscles tense beneath her touch, and when her tongue flicks out to taste my bottom lip, a low moan rumbles in my chest.
I run my palms down her spine.
Down, over her ass.
Grip her butt, pulling her up, into my erection.
It aches.
This is the best first kiss I’ve ever fucking had in my entire life.She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever had my hands on, I swear it.
I drag my mouth away from hers, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, over her neck, licking and sucking until she’s panting, her hips rocking against mine in a way that’s driving me fucking insane.
Can’t get naked yet…
Maintain control.
I want to see her.
Feel her.
Get naked with her.
I force myself to step away, legs like jelly, so I can look at her—really look at heras she stands in the sheerest excuse for lingerie I’ve ever seen.
The lace bra cups barely cover her nipples, the delicate pattern of flowers strategically placed but see-through enough to make my pulse hammer. And the panties?
Fuck. Me.Thin as a whisper, showing me the perfect dip of her hips, the curve of her thighs, the shadow of dark hair on her pussy.
I reach out, unable to help myself, and trail a thumb along the curve of her breast, my touch featherlight. Her skin is warm, soft, and pebbling with goosebumps beneath my fingertips. Her chest rises and falls, breaths coming fast, and her eyes lock onto mine, wide and dark and full of something that feels a lot like surrender.
