One Day Fiance

“What?” I ask, immediately worried. “Are you okay?”

“Pull over up there,” she says, pointing to a spot just off the road. I do, noticing that we’re in a pretty out of the way turn off. The reception was held up in the hills surrounding town, and right now, we’re practically alone with no headlights visible for miles.

I shift into park and turn to Poppy. “Poppy, I—”

My words are cut off as she practically lunges across the center console, kissing me hard. I kiss her back, running my hands through the thickness of her hair to hold her close so I can take her mouth even deeper.

She’s my air, my breath, my being, and I can’t get enough of her. It’ll never be enough.

I can’t explain it. It’s just . . . Poppy.

I’ve wanted her all night, maybe even longer. Maybe since I last left her heaven, but I’ve been trying to be good, waiting until we got back home at least. But the time for waiting is over. She wants me right here, right now, and I’m more than willing to give her what she wants.

“Wait,” I growl as she tries to crawl over the console between us and bangs her head on the roof. “Back seat.”

Poppy’s eyes cut to the back bench seat of my truck, and she grins wide, her teeth flashing in the dim light from the dash. “Meet you back there . . . naked.”

I laugh as she dives over the console, going ass over head as she climbs through the cab. I’ve got my pants undone before I get my door unlocked, yanking my shirt open Superman-style as my feet hit the dirt. Buttons go flying, but fuck it.

Poppy’s upright and waiting for me when I get the back door open, and through the miracle of a well-designed dress, she’s already nude except for a pair of blue see-through panties that frame her hips deliciously.

I climb in, closing and locking the door behind me, and the dome light dims. We don’t need it, anyway. I already know Poppy’s body by memory, and I don’t want to risk anyone else seeing us from the side of the road. Because she’s mine.

“Come here,” I tell her, shifting my body around. I don’t want to crush her underneath me, so I sit upright with my legs spread wide.

Poppy’s petite height comes into good use as she crawls into my lap and settles in on bent legs to press her core against my throbbing cock. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her down again and again, teasing us both with what we desperately want.

She moans loudly in my ear, and I squirm, trying to find leverage in the tight back seat to give her more of a stroke, even through the layers of our clothes.

We don’t say anything, but as our mouths find each other, the frantic pace grows softer, more tender. The kiss deepens, but there’s no need to rush. We can stay parked here all night if we have to, exploring each other’s mouth and body.

Her hand reaches down between us to take me in her hand, her breathy gasp when she finds me rock hard exciting me even more. “For you, Poppy.”

She arches her back, giving herself room to work me, and I slide my hands down her body, teasing and plucking her nipples, grabbing her ass roughly, and scratching down the backs of her thighs. Her hips buck instinctually, telling me where she wants my touch. Her panties are a thong, and when I pull them to the side and slip my hand down toward her cleft, I find her soaked.

“For you, Connor.”

A spasm of pleasure rocks through me, almost making me come instantly. But I hold off, not nearly ready to be done with her this quickly.

Her hand strokes me up and down, and I match her measured pace with my own finger, dipping into her entrance to feel her heat. She moves to kiss down my chest and rearrange herself in the seat beside me. Still on her knees, she bends forward, her tongue leaving a wet trail over my skin before she swallows me in the dark.

It’s heaven. I can barely see her head move in the moonlight that filters through the windows, but that only adds to the pleasure. All I can feel is the sensation of her tongue swirling around my head, her lips on my shaft, and the softness of her hair in my hand as I guide her up and down my aching cock.

“Fuck,” I groan.

I can’t say anything else, my brain so overwhelmed that I can barely make any conscious sound at all.

I just give myself to Poppy, relishing the pleasure she’s giving me until I’m on the edge and tightening my fingers in her hair, freezing her.