Like a siren, she holds her long hair on the top of her head and gently undulates on me. Her breasts sway, the nipples rock hard. From the position I have on her body with my hands, I help her move. The slow-motion drives me crazy, but I’m determined to make this last.
Poppy moans and reaches to steady herself with her hands on my chest. Her fingers slide over me until she’s rubbing and pinching my nipples. My dick jerks hard while my balls are so filled that I’m not going to be able to hold off for much longer.
Surprising the hell out of me, Poppy cups her breasts and starts tugging on her nipples. My concentration goes to hell and, I’m growling as her orgasm pulses and throbs around my penis, tugging my own release free. Jerk after jerk of come shoots from my body and into hers, and nothing has ever felt so fucking good.
Her hot little pussy continues to ripple, shooting hot pleasure from my balls to the tip of my cock.
Poppy collapses on me, which must be uncomfortable for her, so I roll us to our sides. I can’t bring myself to leave her body, so I lift her leg over my hip, which keeps me inside.
“Did being together feel more intense?” she asks quietly.
I think about what she says, and I have to agree. “Yes. We were made for each other, babe.” I tap her on the ass.
She moans and slowly wiggles her hips as Mr. Happy gets happier, going hard for round two.
She lets out a husky laugh, which turns into a moan. "I'm not sure I can move if I'm honest." Her fingers dig into my arm as her pussy tightens and throbs.
“You don’t have to move. I’m going to love you from behind.” I give her a soft kiss and find it hard to move my lips. I trail them over her shoulder and down to her breasts.
"They're extra sensitive now I'm pregnant," she admits, a slight blush on her cheeks.
“Good to know.” I pull my cock free and hiss at the feel of her trying to keep me inside. Climbing over her, I toss the covers and settle behind. Wrapping a hand around my cock, I stroke, letting the head bob against her bottom. It doesn’t help that she wiggles and presses against me.
Sliding a hand over her thigh, she lifts it up and over mine. I align our bodies and slide inside the welcoming heat. I can’t get as deep in this position, which I’m relieved about because any deeper and I’ll come in one stroke.
“Jaxon,” Poppy moans. “I don’t want you to move.”
I clench my jaw and breathe through the intense pleasure rushing through my body. My eyes trail down her back and land on the gorgeous twitching ass and, further still, to where half of my cock is shoved between her thighs. My pulse thuds hard as I slowly withdraw and watch myself slide right back in.
“Are you okay?” I whisper the question against her ear as I plaster myself against her warmth while slowly rocking into her tight body.
“More than okay. Are you?”
“Oh, yeah!” I hug her close and struggle for breath when I tweak one of her rosy nipples, and she squeezes down. Intense pleasure shoots down the length of my dick, and I try to fight not to come.
Poppy starts moaning and arching her back, taking all of my length. I hold still until she takes my hand and moves it down her body. My fingers trail lightly over her mound. In response, she grinds and rocks and pulses, and, the moment I slide my fingers between her wet pussy lips, lights explode behind my eyes. She moans, long and loud as her orgasm pulsed through her body, her sheath squeezing and massaging, dragging every last drop of semen from my dick.
Even when our breathing becomes normal, and I feel a slight chill in the room, I don’t leave her body. My dick will slip free soon, and until then, I’m going to enjoy having the woman I fell in love with, in my arms. I smile against her shoulder while my hands move to caress our baby.
“You and our baby mean everything to me, Poppy.” I breathe a kiss on her shoulder before reaching for the quilt. I pull it over us and continue to spoon against her curves with my hands on her belly. Her hands cover mine as I add, “I’m going to keep telling you until you believe me, and then I’m going to carry on telling you.” I kiss the nape of her neck and feel her shiver. “You’re my girl, Poppy.”
She turns over and snuggles back into my arms, our legs tangled together. “You mean everything to me, too, Jaxon.” She blinks the tears away. “I missed you.”
Kissing her sweetly on the lips, I cradle her closer and hold her while she falls into sleep.
I join her.
26
Poppy
I watch Jaxon stretch lazily as he climbs from the car. He spots me watching him from the passenger seat and winks. His eyes darken as he watches me in return. I know he sees the sated look on my face that he put there. He’s probably filled with masculine pride right about now, and so he should be. The man is too sexy for his own good. I notice the women looking at him—I always have. However, it’s me he’s always looked at.
“Hold that thought,” he grins, closing his door as he runs around the car.
Slipping my hand into his, he tugs me out and into his arms as I tease, “So, what thought would that be?”
He backs me up until I’m pressed against the car with his large body. He cups my face and whispers, “The dirty thoughts running through your mind.”