The Edge of Forever

His body tensed, and he gripped her shoulders and pushed her gently back. He searched her face with his eyes. “You did?” He sounded surprised.

Poppy licked her lips, tasting his flavor. “Yeah.”

For a solid heartbeat, he didn’t show any reaction, and then he smiled and crushed her to him.

“I told her, and she’s happy for me, for us.”

He pulled her away, and tears shone in his eyes. He slanted his lips against hers and took her fast and passionately. Something snapped inside her, and she ripped her mouth away and started tearing off his jacket then went to the buttons of his shirt.

Hard, tan male flesh greeted her once the offensive material fell off his shoulders. Her panties became wet the instant she placed her palms flat against his chest. Poppy trailed just the tips of her fingers down the muscled hills of his abdomen and stopped at his belt.

A glance into his eyes showed all the lust she felt inside her. With quick, sure fingers, Poppy undid his belt, slipped it through the loops, and pushed his slacks down his muscular thighs.

A fire raced through her, burning her up internally until she couldn’t think of anything else but having Blake inside her. When he was void of clothing, he went to work on hers. When she was just as naked, he pulled her up and lifted her easily into his arms.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his hard shaft slip between her wet folds. Mouths fused together, with tongues dipping in and out of each other’s mouth. Poppy couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t stop running her hands over his flesh that was warmed by the heat of the fire.

Blake spun around and strode forward. The cool wood of the dining room table greeted her bare ass, and she gasped from the sharp shift in temperature. He pushed her down until her back met the flat surface, smoothed his hands over her hard nipples, down her belly, and dipped them between her thighs.

The first feel of his hands pushing her thighs apart and his fingers delving into her wet pussy had a cry leaving her. Feet flat on the table, Poppy closed her eyes and absorbed what Blake did to her. Thick fingers probed at her entrance, teased the slick opening, and pressed inside. Immediately, her inner muscles clenched around the intruders, trying to drag them in deeper instead of pushing them away.

He latched his warm, wet mouth onto her clit and sucked while he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. The climax that crashed through her had her vision wavering and flashes of light exploding behind her lids.

“So good, baby.” He flattened his tongue on her and dragged it down her slit to her opening. “You taste so fucking good.” Once at his destination, he speared the thick muscle into her, fucking her with a part of his body that was both satisfying and disappointing. She wanted his big cock in her and intended to get what she wanted.

Poppy pushed up then lowered herself to the floor until she was on her knees before him. His chest rose and fell quickly as he looked down at her. When his hands landed in her hair and he gripped the strands, a flash of pleasure/pain coursed through her.

“Go on, Poppy.” His voice was deceptively calm. The hard, thick length that sprouted from between his thighs was impressive and intimidating, but her mouth watered nonetheless.

She took hold of the base of his erection and leaned forward. The smell of him filled her nose: clean, sweet, musky, and masculine. The combination of scents had her closing her eyes and taking him into her mouth with excitement. His flavor burst forth and had her pussy creaming and her nipples hardening.

He was far too long for her to fit all of his length in her mouth, but what she couldn’t reach, she worked with her hand. Bursts of pre-cum coated her tongue, and she greedily swallowed all of him. She wanted more, a lot more.

“That’s it, love. God, that is so it.” Shards of pain lanced through her scalp, but that little bit of discomfort only added to her ecstasy. She sucked more and more into her until his cock filled every inch of her mouth and the tip of him hit the back of her throat.

Poppy swallowed around the head of him, felt another shot of his salty essence, and moaned loudly. Her clit throbbed in time with her pulse, and her juices made a slow, steady trail down her inner thighs.

“Are you ready for me, Poppy? Is that sweet pussy primed?”

God, his words were so erotically explicit that she knew she could have gotten off from just them alone.

“Mmmm.” She could have pulled away and answered him, but she didn’t want to lose the flavor of him or the feel of his cock in her mouth. Hollowing out her cheeks, she sucked harder until her lips became numb, but before she could get lost in everything that was Blake Ellis, he pulled her head back.