“So fucking wet, did you wake up like this baby?”
“Yes,” she rasps. “I wanted you.”
“You fell asleep less than two hours ago with me inside you.”
“Wanted more…”
I gather her hair, pulling lightly to hold her head back and run my lips up her chest and the column of her neck, then back down the other side to suck her nipple back in my mouth. “You woke up wanting my dick in your mouth?”
She whimpers her answer, grinding down.
“Did you taste us?”
“Harder.”
I ram up, driving into her harder and faster, tugging her hair tighter.
“All day today and tonight, until I can get you back to our room, I want you to feel me inside you.”
“God, yes.” She pivots her hips, shoving forward.
“Swear to God, baby, got you deeper than ever right now. You feel it.”
She clenches, her muscles tightening like a vice, and I hiss, unable to stop the knot from uncoiling. “Get there, Poppy. Come for me.”
Her head shakes back and forth. “More.”
I pummel her from below, losing my mind. The pressure builds inside with each stroke. My limits are snapping, the little brainpower telling me it’s time. I flick her clit at the same time pulling her nipple through my teeth.
She thrashes and screams out, her cries echoing around the room. My cock swells and I join her, feeling the walls of her pussy convulsing and taking everything I have.
Her heart races against my lips, her chest heaving and body going limp. I release her hair, urging her face to mine, and kiss her.
“You good?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Never going that long again without seeing you.”
“Does that mean you like my idea of a morning wake-up?”
“Baby, your mouth around my cock as the first thing my eyes land on? Fucking brilliant. But with you, it’s always brilliant.”
“I almost made you lose control.”
“It was a choice between tossing you on your back and pounding into you or having you ride me. That was the extent of my brain capacity. I’d say that was losing control.”
“You had the capacity to decide; that’s not a total win. I’ll try harder tonight to awaken my savage beast.”
She smiles and my blood burns for a different reason. “How bad is my chest?”
I drop my eyes and smile wide. “Looks perfect to me.”
“Meaning my breast are completely covered with hickeys, bites, and scratches?”
“Like I said, perfect.”
She laughs, placing her forehead to mine. My cock twitches with her vibrations. “Seriously? Are you taking something? You can’t be ready to go again.”
“It’s you. That smile, the way you’re looking at me right now, the feeling of being inside you. Shit, baby, you fucking own me. My dick has a mind of its own.”
“I’ve waited a long time to break in my bed. There were a lot of things to cover and memories to make.”
“While we’re at making memories, let’s make a rule. Anytime I come to you after being apart, you greet me like last night. Naked.”
“I got creative knowing you were holding back.”
“I’m not complaining, but I’m also not apologizing for wanting to make sure you’re ready for me.”
“Sweetie, stop worrying I’m going to break. I’m athletic and my muscle memory is strong. It may have been a few weeks, but my body is used to you. You’re big, but I can handle it.”
“You saying I have a big dick?”
Her face goes blank and she shrugs. “I have little to compare it to, but guess I could have done worse. Maybe Dante can tell me about sizes.”
“You are not talking to Dante about my dick. Or any other dick, ever.”
She presses her lips together until she loses it, bursting into giggles.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I! Dante does not need to know how lucky I am.”
Pride surges in my chest, and I swing my legs off the bed, carrying her with me. “We’re done discussing my cock and Dante unless you want to lose me for a while.”
“That would be a shame.”
“After we shower, you’re making me those cinnamon rolls I spotted in the fridge last night, then we’re looking at apartments so I can put the deposit down and get your binders back.”
She sifts her hands through my hair. “I missed you. Bossiness and all.”
“Glad to hear that, baby, because when we get checked into the hotel, we’re back in bed until you have to work and I go to the airport.”
Her eyes flare before growing soft and she bends in to kiss me.
“Uncle Evin, please hurry. I don’t want to miss a thing,” Maya pleads for the umpteenth time.
“Know that, sweet girl. That’s why I got us the best seats in the theatre. But we also have a lot of time. The first show is still going, and they have to clean the theatre when it’s done. Go shopping. I’ll meet you all after I drop Poppy off backstage.”
Maya throws her arms around Poppy’s shoulders, muttering something that sounds like ‘best trip ever’ before she lets go. Mom, Jill, and Lynda pull her with them, everyone giving their good luck wishes to Poppy on their way to the theatre.