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Let’s get one thing straight: Poppylan Wilkes is not a coward.
Though she may display hesitation on occasion—more often than not, actually—this hesitation does not come from fear but from the simple sensation of trusting her gut.
Poppylan Wilkes is not a dumb girl: she knows what she wants, and she knows how to get it…usually.
At the moment, Poppy truly felt as if her brain were stuck on stupid.
She knew that she wanted this, but…how exactly would she go about getting it?
The current objective in mind? Getting her ‘boyfriend’ to sleep with her.
Were she and Tora even dating? It was hard to say. He treated her like a princess, and she knew he would do anything to make sure that she was safe and happy. But at the same time, they never really spoke about making anything official— did you still have to do that in real relationships? Her experience with Julri had been lacking, in more ways than not, and her lack of experience is exactly what made her gut churn at the mere thought of…seducing Tora.
They had exchanged various kisses, some with tongue and some with his hands upon her breasts, but they never actually did anything beneath their clothes. She’d felt his large, warm palms squeezing her breasts as he kissed her throat and Poppy had nearly passed out.
She had very little experience in the ‘intimacy department’ and that night had been a lot for her, specifically because it was Tora of all people fondling her breasts. He was everything she’d ever wanted in a man, and she hadn’t even realized that until the two had begun to grow closer.
It’d been almost two months since that hot and sultry moment and their kisses had remained pretty tame. Unfortunately, after getting a taste of what being intimate with Tora could look like, Poppy hadn’t stopped thinking about it.
She craved to touch his bare chest beneath her delicate fingertips more than she craved a delicious Hershey’s bar during that time of the month. She’d spent countless, dark, and lonely nights dreaming of what they could do together, but she had no idea how to truly voice these thoughts to Tora. The mere thought of actually telling him that she wanted to have sex with him made her forget her daydreams within an instant.
This was all a very awful issue and Poppy really just wished that Tora would make the first move, but she knew he was leaving everything up to her. She really needed him to guide her, though. She’d had some pretty disappointing experiences in the intimacy department and because of that, she felt absolutely clueless. Would it be so bad to just tell Tora that? He wouldn’t dare make a single move that would make her feel unsafe or even slightly uncomfortable…
…but her current predicament was already quite uncomfortable. The drawer beside her bed was nearly overflowing with various strange vibrators she’d collected. In no time, she was going to have more vibrators than erotic novels—and that thought terrified her.
It terrified her more than the thought of finally asking Tora to finally go all the way with her.
Was she back in high school? It shouldn’t be this hard to communicate with a silly boy, but Tora was definitely not just some silly boy. Poppy didn’t doubt that Tora wanted this as bad as her, and if the rather large bulge in his jeans during their heavier make out sessions didn’t tell her that…well, she wasn’t sure what else would—other than verbal confirmation, of course.
He always told her how beautiful and cute—and sexy—he thought she was, and she knew there was something heavy and sensual in the low grunts he gave her when they kissed. There was truly no doubt that Tora wanted this as badly as she did, but he needed her to make the first move.
And the more Poppy went in circles about it all, the more she realized that she really was just going in circles and that she needed to just fricking do it! It was just like ripping a band aid…right?
That was how she ended up where she was now. Her thumbs quivered slightly with adrenaline as she stared at the text that she’d sent Tora the day before.
‘movie date tomorrow? my place at 6 sound ok? 😁’
Her gaze flickered to the tiny, digital clock at the top of her phone screen: 5:45pm.
Poppy promptly swallowed the thick lump of anxiety that had settled in her throat and tossed her phone onto her mattress. With a deep breath, she awkwardly brushed out the make-believe wrinkles on the front of her t-shirt and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She was an absolute mess of nerves, and there was absolutely no reason for her to be acting like this!
She knew Tora would arrive right on time, if not a few minutes early—both instances much different than the way he would begrudgingly stalk away after taking an obviously stressful phone call in the middle of the night. Many of their ‘sleepovers’ had been cut short due to the shrill sound of his ringtone going off, and a heavy and despairing cloud would darken his features. Poppy knew this was what she had signed up for, what came along with being involved with someone like Tora, but she still couldn’t pinpoint the specifics of his mafia-related job…even after several months of them growing so close.
As if right on cue, Poppy heard a solid knock on her front door and her body jolted at the noise. This was it: Project Poppy Gets Laid was now underway. She couldn’t back out now—she wouldn’t let herself. Tora could have just come over to watch a movie and cuddle, maybe kiss a little bit, but Poppy knew that she couldn’t let that happen.
Not if she wanted to remain sane.
She hurried over to the front door and with a shaky breath, opened it wide enough to reveal Tora completely. And there he stood, like gosh dang Adonis himself. He had his favorite baseball cap tilted forward, causing a shadow to be cast over his heavy brows, and his sweatshirt was pulled snug over his broad shoulders, having shielded him from the chilly, late autumn air he’d just walked through.
“Hi! Come in! It’s really getting cold out there, huh?” Poppy chirped up nervously, already beginning to ramble and Tora hadn’t even stepped into her apartment yet. As if reading her mind, the man’s eyes narrowed on her just slightly, but it was enough for Poppy to notice.
She stepped to the side and motioned for Tora to come in. She watched as he slowly stepped inside, tugging his baseball cap off and tossing it onto the tiny table beside the door while also stepping out of his boots. Had he always been this tall? Were his shoulders just a little wider today? His face was almost unreadable, his mouth stuck between a smirk and a firm line.
This began to worry Poppy. Yes, she was as easy to read as a children’s book, but she wasn’t ready to ruin the mood so early! Had she already destroyed her so perfectly well thought out plan…?
Poppy sucked in a small, motivational breath between her lips as she pushed the door shut with a soft ‘click.’ She then turned toward Tora to see him nearing her bed, a golden iris catching her own gaze for the briefest moment as he peered over his shoulder at her.
“What did ya have in mind for yer movie?” Tora suddenly spoke up and Poppy jumped at the dark rumble of his voice—the voice she’d only heard a million times before. She nearly rolled her eyes at herself for being obvious about her anxiety, but she refused to back down.
She squared her shoulders and with a grin, piped back, “Well, I know how you feel about romantic comedies, especially when you nearly fell asleep on me last time, but—”
She immediately paused when Tora’s eyebrows shot up in exasperation. Her grin grew just a bit wider, and some anxiety began to seep out and away from her body as she recognized the silly banter happening between the two—it was familiar and sweet, their usual routine.
“I’m kidding, Tora! I’m kidding, I promise. I’ll keep all the romantic comedies to myself, alright?”
“Don’t scare me like that, Bobby,” he grumbled back at her, and she couldn’t help but giggle under her breath. Poppy took a few steps toward Tora, reveling in the sensation of both their anxieties slowly melting away.
“It’s some new action thriller; it’s just like those video games you play…so I’m hoping you’ll like it! I don’t mind a good thriller every once in a while,” Poppy proceeded to explain and as she spoke, she caught the way Tora’s eyes trailed down from her face to run along the curve of her shoulder.
She tilted her head slightly as if to silently let him know she caught him, and their eyes immediately met.
“I can do action thrillers—ya got any snacks ready?” Tora questioned and Poppy’s eyes lit up as she responded with an eager nod. She urged them forward with a gentle hand upon his forearm and even though he still had his sweatshirt on, she swore she could feel the heat radiating off of his skin through the thick fabric.
She was going crazy, no doubt about it.
By the time they had gotten settled upon her bed, the Netflix home screen illuminating her dim apartment, Poppy had begun to remember what exactly her intentions were this evening.
Tora was close to her—oh so close that she could smell the faintest hint of thick cologne that always lingered upon his collarbone. The musky scent mixed with an ever-present scent of cigarettes, even though he’d mentioned several times that he was looking to quit said habit. Still, the two scents were so familiar to Poppy at this point that it brought a deep comfort to her, but it also caused something warm and heady to stir in the pit of her stomach.
This was a common activity between the two, watching movies in Poppy’s bed late at night. If there was anything in the world that she looked forward to more than seeing Tora, it was watching silly movies with him while tucked beneath her comforter with one of his huge arms wrapped around her shoulders.
Even if they weren’t officially dating, Poppy concluded that she didn’t really mind. They didn’t need a label for what they were—they both knew exactly what existed between them.
Poppy couldn’t help but glance out the corner of her eye at Tora and she suddenly found him staring right back down at her. She shifted slightly as she averted her gaze, feeling the heat of his arm against the back of her head as if it hadn’t been there for the last five minutes.
Without a word, Poppy clicked on the movie she’d had in mind, and she waited patiently for the beginning scene to start before she glanced at Tora again. This time, his eyes were settled upon the tiny television across the room and Poppy could finally just look at him, reminding herself how they got to this point.
To put it lightly, he was the most handsome man Poppy had ever seen in her life. He was objectively good-looking, of course, but over time, Poppy had discovered that what laid beneath his exterior made him all that much more perfect to her. Was he really perfect to her? Without a doubt. There was nothing about Tora that didn’t make Poppy melt inside.
How had she gotten so lucky?
The sound of a gunshot ripped Poppy out of her thoughts, and she stared at the television, wondering how far the movie had gotten while she was daydreaming. There was obviously some serious business being conducted and a stray glance toward Tora’s relaxed face told her that he was pretty involved in the movie. Had she found a movie that he actually enjoyed? His taste in movies was strange—he liked rough, violent things, despite his life already being filled with that stuff already.
Maybe that was why he enjoyed it? It was familiar to him—maybe it was even comforting. He had complete control when he watched movies or played video games; he could turn them off whenever he pleased. Poppy knew she couldn’t even imagine a sliver of what he went through everyday with his job, but the shadows that always darkened his gaze gave her a brief glimpse into it all.
Tora wanted to protect Poppy from everything wrong in the world, and she could understand that to an extent, but Poppy found herself wanting to protect Tora as well. She didn’t know how to use a gun or how to fight like he did, but she could protect him in other aspects.
A soft voice, a warm hug, a moment of reassurance…she could offer him various little things. And she was okay with that; she knew that was the extent of her abilities, and as long as Tora could see the effort, she was happy.
The realization made Poppy’s brow furrow slightly as the anxiety that had been eating at her gut eased into something softer and less tense. She was happy, she repeated to herself in her head. Her churning stomach had calmed; the anxiety present there had dissipated into…butterflies? She was excited; she was ready.
Tora immediately glanced away from the television and met Poppy’s gaze when the young woman shifted below the comforter, her knees curling beneath her slight form. The new position only gave her an inch or so of height and she still had to crane her neck slightly to keep her gaze focused on those haunted, bright amber irises. They were slightly hooded, as if Tora had almost been close to drifting off. Knowing that Tora was comfortable enough in her apartment to fall asleep in her bed made her heart race; it urged her forward.
Poppy lifted her left hand, reaching it forward and gently curling it around Tora’s sharp jawbone as if to hold his face in place. She needed to keep this intense eye contact going. She was feeling this moment; she suddenly had the momentum that she’d so desperately been looking for. Her body felt electric, as if every inch of her skin was buzzing, desperate to be touched by Tora.
She couldn’t find what words she needed to say at the moment, so instead, Poppy leaned up and softly pressed her warm lips against Tora’s.
He didn’t waste a single second in accepting her offer and Poppy suddenly felt a large, strong hand cupping the back of her head. She could feel his fingers gently tangling in her thick, chestnut brown locks as his lips began to slowly move against her own. Her right hand quickly came up to cup the other side of Tora’s face and he seemed to almost melt into her touch.
No matter how many times they kissed, Poppy always felt like it was their very first time again. She knew exactly how his lips felt, how he tasted, how he touched her in order to pull her closer as the kiss dragged on, but the butterflies that blossomed inside of her stomach always returned. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest from simply being so close to the man she loved.
The hand not pressing into the back of her head finally came up to grab at Poppy’s waist. Tora’s hands were huge, at least compared to her. A sudden thrill shivered down her spine as she imagined all of the things those strong, roughly calloused hands could do to her—would be doing to her.
Poppy attempted to scoot closer to Tora, the hands cupping his face now curling into his wild, jet-black mane as her knees nudged against the side of his thigh. His lips suddenly parted against her own, causing a soft noise to escape the back of Poppy’s throat as she followed his movements and allowed their tongues to meet. This flowing, tender dance between their lips was eagerly growing into something deeper, something hotter…something rawer than Poppy had ever experienced in her life.
She felt Tora’s teeth digging into her tender bottom lip, nearly breaking the skin and she gasped. Tora was rough—that was his entire personality, but he had always been so sweet and gentle with her…she wanted to see more from this messier side of Tora.
“C’mere,” she heard him grunt against her mouth and Poppy sucked in a sharp breath as both of Tora’s hands grabbed at her soft waist. She was promptly lifted up and onto his broad lap, her legs shifting to spread wide enough to accommodate the size of Tora’s thighs between them.
This change in position forced them to pause for just a moment and Poppy’s eyelids fluttered open so that she could properly look at Tora. He was staring at her with heavy-lidded eyes and there was something absolutely wild—something hungry—in those deep, amber depths that caused her breath to stutter.
Something sinister and desperate churned in the pit of her stomach and suddenly, the warmth between their hips became extremely noticeable to Poppy.
This was her time to shine.
“Tora…I—I’ve been thinking…” she began in a breathy whisper and one of Tora’s eyebrows arched at the words beginning to tumble out of Poppy’s mouth, “I mean—not to sound like a high schooler or anything, but…” Even in the dark room, she knew he could see how red her face was growing, “I think I want to—”
“Yer the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen,” Tora suddenly spoke up, his voice that low, familiar rumble that caused goosebumps to rise all across Poppy’s body, “I mean it. I don’t know if ya noticed, but I can’t keep my hands of ya most of the time.”
Poppy felt like a deer in headlights, her eyes frantically flickering over Tora’s warm expression. He had a small smile playing on his lips, and it made Poppy feel anxious all over again. She really hadn’t thought about how exactly he would respond to her idea, but whatever she could have conjured up, he was going above and beyond that.
“Whatever ya want—I’m game. Ya wanna make this official?” Tora continued to voice his thought as Poppy remained silent, staring at him with the world’s widest eyes. Her heart felt like a jackhammer inside of her chest and she was having a heck of a time trying to come up with something—anything—to say.
Tora suddenly brought one of his hands on her waist up to her face, where he cupped her cheek and pressed a thick thumb to her warm, kiss-swollen lips.
“I…are you asking me to be your girlfriend or…?” she asked quietly, her gaze moving around his face as she tried to figure out what the heck was going on here. This wasn’t what she had originally meant, but…
It wouldn’t hurt to knock out two birds with one stone.
“I’ll ask ya whatever ya want…if ya let me see yer tits this time,” Tora blurted out and Poppy instinctively gasped at his brute words—as if she were surprised by the predicament the two of them were currently in.
She desperately wanted him to talk like that to her again.
“You…” Poppy stammered, struggling to keep her breathing under control. Her hesitation seemed to confuse Tora and the look on his face made her think he was going backpaddle on his statement.
She quickly grabbed the hand on her cheek and brought it down to cup one of her heavy breasts. Tora instantly brought his other hand to join it and he gave her breasts a generous squeeze, just like he had the first time he’d touched them. A soft whimper escaped from her lips before she managed to find a few words to pull together, “Please touch me, Tora.”
Obviously, she didn’t have to tell the man twice. He immediately craned his neck down to hungrily crash their mouths together again just as his rough hands began to squeeze again at her sensitive breasts. She could feel his thumbs drifting closer to her hardened nipples and as soon as the pads of his fingers made contact with them, Poppy made a small sound in the back of her throat.
She desperately attempted to roll her hips against Tora’s to ease the never-ending heat growing between her thighs and her breath flew out of her when felt the substantial bulge growing in the front of the man’s jeans.
Tora then cocked his head gently, dipping his face into the crook of Poppy’s neck where he inhaled deeply before letting out a large, husky breath that blew a few strands of her hair off the sensitive skin. The strange gesture caused even more goosebumps to rise on every inch of Poppy’s skin and she shivered lightly.
Her head was spinning at this point and Poppy was almost concerned that she was going to pass out, but the large hands upon her chest held her steady. Her own fingers twitched, unsure of where she should put them as Tora began to place incredibly hot, wet kisses along the flushed skin of her throat. His cheek kept brushing against the cotton-fabric covering her shoulder and Poppy quickly realized what she needed from Tora next.
“Tora…just take—take it off,” she suddenly demanded, nearly smacking Tora when she saw the shit-eating grin that pulled across his face. Poppy felt his hips shift beneath her after a moment and she bit the inside of her cheek as the bulge in his jeans just barely brushed against her own groin.
She was going to need more from him—and she was going to need it soon.
He swiftly followed her request, almost ripping her shirt in the process of tearing it over her head. She settled back slightly, watching Tora’s gaze follow her plump breasts as they bounced free of their confines.
Poppy could feel her nervous instincts yelling at her to cover herself—pull the blanket over her lap to hide her stomach or cross her arms over her chest to protect her breasts from Tora’s hungry gaze…
But she did neither.
Instead, she watched as Tora returned his hands to cupping her breasts. He slowly went back to rolling his thumbs over the hardened little nubs again—this time with no cotton barrier. Poppy’s eyes flew up to the ceiling as she tried to steady her breathing, but she was aching so terribly between her thighs. She could feel her stomach twitching and her hips rolling in reaction to his ministrations.
“Yer so fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart,” Tora suddenly bellowed in a rough whisper, and it forced Poppy to bring her unsteady gaze back to him, “Yer okay…?”
Did she not look okay? She sure felt okay! She’d never felt anything like this in her life, actually, so maybe she wasn’t okay. She was definitely overwhelmed, but she was also absolutely desperate for more.
“Y—Yes! I’m just…overwhelmed!” Poppy exclaimed back when she realized she hadn’t yet responded to Tora and was instead, just staring at him. Her arms twitched nervously in front of her, as if she still wanted to cover her breasts up, but she fought the urge, “I’ve never had anyone really…look at me like you are doing right now or—touch me like that!” She took a deep breath to try and calm herself, “You really think I’m gorgeous…?”
She knew the answer—of course she knew the answer, but maybe just a little bit of reaffirmation would help soothe her brain, which was moving at a million miles a minute right now.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Tora corrected with a cocky grin and Poppy nearly passed out right then and there, “Most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he added.
And that was more than enough encouragement for Poppy to continue on with her mission.
She tightly closed her eyes before her small hands reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt. She peered at him through squinted eyes, watching as he quickly decided to assist her and tugged his shirt over his head.
Poppy’s eyes promptly widened once more when Tora’s full, bare abdomen was exposed to her. Dear lord…
“Alright, that’s not fair, you don’t even look real,” she murmured with a slight pout, “You’re built like a literal god, Tora.”
Her right hand slowly reached out to hesitantly run along the various tattoos covering Tora’s right pectoral. Her gaze moved from the tattoo to Tora’s utterly famished gaze and then back down to the tattoo, her face growing even more flushed after seeing the look Tora was giving her. He looked like he wanted to just eat her up, like he was a predator, and she was the perfect little prey for him to make his dinner.
Her slightly trembling hand continued to trail downwards, her fingers lightly brushing over his sharply muscled stomach until she reached his waistband. She noticed the neat line of dark hair starting at his belly button until it dipped beneath his waistband, begging her to follow along.
“I think that might be a little bit of a stretch,” he grumbled under his breath after a moment and Poppy’s gaze flickered back up to his own, meeting his golden irises with her own chocolate brown ones for the briefest moment. She gave him a small, reassuring smile…and that seemed to be enough for him.
At that moment, it was as if something dark—something lustful, ravenous, and dangerous—snapped inside of Tora. He snatched up slight wrists, encircling them with one of his large, warm hands. In one swift movement, he had her hands pinned above her head and her back against the bed as he hovered over her.
“What do ya want from me, ya little vixen?” he asked huskily, his hot breath blowing over her cheeks and making her eyelashes flutter in utter bewilderment. His eyes were the wildest Poppy had ever seen them and she stared up at him in both shock and excitement.
“I want…to have sex with you, Tora” came her breathy, needy reply. She watched his face carefully, her lips parting slightly as she panted beneath him. His hungry eyes raked over her heaving breasts and down to the soft expanse of her slightly squishy stomach—he was looking at her like she was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen.
Her heart swelled and she struggled to swallow her next breath.
“Fuck,” Poppy barely heard him grumble at the same moment that he leaned down and buried his face against her breasts. He began pressing featherlight kisses against the silky, porcelain skin and she couldn’t help the soft noises that escaped her. Both of his huge, slightly clammy hands came up and cupped her breasts again, giving them a tender squeeze before he captured one of her pert nubs between his lips and began to suckle on it.
“Oh!” she squeaked in surprise as she threw her head back against the mattress, her eyes nearly rolling back as well.
It was as if Poppy could no longer muster a single thought as various, high-pitched noises poured out of her mouth. Every single one of her nerves felt on fire and she dug her blunt fingernails into Tora’s scalp in attempt to urge him on.
Her breath was coming in labored pants and her thighs squeezed at the sides of Tora’s hip, his tongue dancing and twirling around the sensitive nub between his lips.
“Oh my,” she gasped lightly under her breath just before Tora began to switch his ministrations. His sweaty palm cupped her previously suckled breast as he ran his teeth lightly over the other nipple, pulling more and more delectable noises from the woman writhing beneath him.
Poppy had never experienced anything quite like this in her entire life and she could feel the heat between her thighs growing with every lap of Tora’s tongue and roll of his finger. He had only touched her breasts so far and this was more pleasure than she had ever experienced on her own.
She mewled and squirmed beneath Tora, ever so sensitive to every suckle and caress he gifted her. She was absolutely lost in a fit of pleasure and she was growing more and more desperate for release.
“Ah, Tora,” Poppy suddenly moaned his name, catching his attention. He peered up at her, his mouth still attached to one of her breasts, “Please…touch me more.” As if to emphasize her words, she shifted her body slightly so that she could just barely rub the heat between her legs against Tora’s knees.
That small movement seemed to be more than enough for Tora, and he instantly disconnected himself from her breasts.
“Ya got it, sweetheart,” he grunted as he crawled up her body to capture her parted lips in a desperate kiss.
Poppy felt him swipe his tongue across her plump lower lip just before he leaned himself back. She stared at him, almost gawking at him as he sat there on his knees…ogling at her. She couldn’t help but bite her lip in anticipation as she impatiently waited for what he was going to do next.
One of his hands suddenly grabbed her right ankle and she jumped, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as his fingers crawled up the length of her leg. He was staring at his hand, as if trying to memorize every dip and swell of her leg at the same time that his palm mapped out the soft skin. She was entranced by his delicate action and her lower lip trembled slightly as she saw nothing but adoration in those dark, haunted eyes.
And then both of his hands were upon her hips, grabbing at the waistband of her shorts. She felt the tips of his fingers curling beneath the waistband of her lacey panties as well—the ones she specifically wore for him to see—so that he could take everything off in one tug.
Poppy stared at him as he swiftly pulled the rest of her clothing off her smooth, supple legs and tossed them in the same direction their shirts had gone.
“Fuck, Poppy,” he immediately rumbled as he gazed down at her, running those hungry, golden eyes over every inch of her naked body. She gently settled her legs on either side of his knees again as she peered up at him, still waiting—still desperate—for whatever he had in store for her.
Poppy had perfect sight of his groin in this position, and she had to blink a few times to make sure that she was actually seeing it right. The bulge looked a bit…large, much larger than how it felt beneath her thighs. She almost sat up and began undoing his pants just so she could finally see his cock, but she still had an ounce of self-control left, somehow. One step at a time, Poppylan…
She grasped at the comforter beneath her, blunt fingernails desperately curling into the fabric as she tried her very best to keep herself together.
Tora slowly leaned down to press a few light kisses to her soft stomach and Poppy dug her teeth deeper into her bottom lip. She was going to combust tonight, no doubt about it. The pace Tora was going at was perfect, don’t get her wrong, but the heat in the pit of her stomach was unbearable at this point.
She could feel her entire body trembling as Tora began to move his lips lower, one of his hands hooking under a plush thigh while the other came up to where his face would end up, exactly where Poppy wanted him—exactly where she needed him.
Poppy couldn’t watch him any longer and rolled her head back, feeling his gaze trailing over her smooth pubic bone and down to her slick, soft pink folds. She knew he could see the moisture that had already gathered there; she couldn’t remember the last time she had been so absolutely soaked. Her knees twitched when he brought his thumb up to press against the sensitive bundle of nerves sitting at the very top of her folds.
Oh, that was quick.
The soft noise Poppy made in response to the light pressure on her clit seemed to be enough to push Tora forward. He rubbed a slow circle over the sensitive nub before bringing that hand up to hook under her other thigh.
She swallowed heavily, feeling him firmly keeping her legs spread apart until he dipped his head down and licked a thick line from her clit down to between her damp folds. If that wasn’t enough to make her scream, she heard the ruthless man inhale deeply and she couldn’t help the shameless moan that parted her lips.
She felt his tongue disappear for a moment and peeked down at him, only to find those depraved, golden irises peering up at her from between her quivering legs. Her gaze briefly caught the crooked grin playing on his lip and her knee jerked as if it nudge that grin right off his face, but the huge hand on the inside of her thigh kept her both legs still.
His mouth then eagerly reconnected with her soaked folds, and he buried his face in her, his tongue sweeping over every inch he could find. Poppy threw her head back as a storm of gasps and mewls fell from her lips. He delicately trailed his tongue upwards, back to her sensitive nub before repeating the same affection he’d shown her nipples on her clit.
Poppy cried out in a high-pitched keen, her hands coming up to tangle in his thick mess of hair and holding his face against her body. She could almost taste her climax nearing and she was utterly shocked by how fast it had appeared. He’d only put his mouth on her at this point and she was about to orgasm—how terrible.
Well, maybe it wasn’t so terrible.
Poppy felt his mouth move away from her drenched folds and she made a small noise of protest, her climax quickly slipping away from her. Tora suddenly brought the pad of his thumb up to gingerly roll it over her clit and Poppy nearly screamed at the new friction he’d brought her. Okay, that was definitely worth it…
Poppy couldn’t even begin to wrap her head around the fact that Tora had yet to even put a finger inside of her. That had always been the root of her fantasies, being finger-fucked by him before he slammed his cock inside of her. She was an incredibly bright and creative woman, but she had simple needs.
One of which was being filled to the brim with Tora’s cock, and now she knew that cock was much bigger than anything she could have imagined.
Poppy was pulled out of her thoughts when Tora promptly dipped his head back down, burying his face between her thighs once again to fuck her delicate folds with his frantic, eager tongue. She couldn’t help but squirm and try rut her hips against his face, and he groaned against her pussy in response. Oh, was he getting off on this? Poppy’s eyelids fluttered open at the thought, wondering if after this, they should have a talk about kinks.
That was only natural in a relationship, right?
Before she could even continue that thought process, Tora moved his lips back to suckling on her clit and his thick middle finger slipped between her drenched folds.
He slid the finger inside of her at a torturous pace as if waiting for any sign of discomfort on her end. Poppy simply threw her head back further and let out a muffled cry, her hips twitching as he swirled his tongue around the precious little pearl above her folds with fervor.
One of her hands flew up to her mouth as she cried out at the feeling of Tora mercilessly pumping a single finger in and out of her. She was responding so shamelessly to that one finger; she could only moan softly when Tora added a second finger.
She was so incredibly close now; her climax was on the tip of her tongue. She cried out in between her frantic, unrestrained moans, her hips stuttering against Tora’s face and hand as she felt it happening. Her body suddenly seized its squirming and the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had smacked her right across the face.
“Tora!” she shrieked as her nails dug into his skull and she yanked at a handful of his dark locks, her knees twitching, and her legs instinctively curling around his head. Her plush thighs nearly squished his head, but his strong hands immediately clenched around them again, his fingers kneading into the soft, doughy flesh
As Poppy slowly began to unclench her body and relax, she lazily watched Tora slip his fingers out of her and shift back onto his knees. Her gaze fell upon his glistening fingers, and she followed them as he brought them to his lips and licked them clean.
Oh goodness gracious, Poppy was in it deep now. What had she done to deserve an absolute masterpiece like Tora? She’d done her fair share of good deeds, but this…
Tora slowly pushed himself to his feet beside the bed and began to undo his jeans. Poppy’s heavy-lidded stare widened as she trailed it along his bare abdomen. Her big, hungry eyes followed his thick pectorals down to the defined V-shape of his hips where he was unfastening his jeans at an incredibly slow pace.
He gave his jeans a quick shove down his hips and Poppy couldn’t tell whether he wasn’t wearing underwear or if he had just yanked them down at the same time. Either way…
Her eyes were glued to the thick length of Tora’s cock as he stepped out of his jeans and began digging through one of the pockets. Her brows furrowed slightly when she watched him pull a single condom out of his wallet. She had an unopened box inside her nightstand, but she’d only bought the most basic version: some kind of variety pack. From the golden color of the wrapper Tora had between his fingers, Poppy quickly realized that she had bought the wrong kind of condoms; of course, Tora knew what kind would fit him best.
Thank goodness he was more prepared than her.
Poppy was pulled out of her thoughts when she noticed him moving towards the bed. The lengthy, latex-covered member bobbed at the slight motions, and Poppy hesitantly licked her lips, enthralled by the simple piece of male anatomy. She had only imagined his cock would reflect his huge form, but this…this was a lot to take in.
Literally.
Tora crawled onto the comforter beside her, settling himself down at the head of her bed with his back resting comfortably against the fortress of pillows Poppy always had gathered there.
“Get over here,” he grumbled in a low, husky tone and she wasted no time straddling his thighs, doing exactly as she was told.
She glanced down at the large member standing erect between them, comparing it to her own body, and then the two peered at each other with just a bit of hesitation.
“Take it at whatever pace ya need, alright?” he reassured her, and she gave him a curt nod. One of his hands found the small of her back and she leaned into his touch, her soft gaze meeting his own, “Yer in control.”
Her lips parted as she realized that this position really did give her complete control. This was nice—this was okay for her. She could feel the hand on her back sliding lower until it was cupping her yielding, delicate bottom. It jiggled softly at the sudden grip Tora had on it and he let out a sharp breath, his gaze meeting her own once again as they simply just took in the moment.
Tora gave her bottom half a gentle tug forward and her drenched folds lightly rubbed against his throbbing cock, causing Poppy to moan softly in response. Poppy found herself trying to rotate her hips on her own to gain just a little bit of friction once more. Tora pulled her closer and the bottom side of his cock rubbed between her folds again, making contact with that swollen little bud without any challenge.
Tora suddenly seemed to have had enough of that little game and she watched with wide eyes as he gripped the base of his thick shaft and gave her bottom a light pat. She took that as a suggestion to raise herself up on her hands and knees so that they could angle his cock inside her.
Her thighs trembled a little as she hesitantly lowered herself, barely rubbing the tip between her folds. She pushed her hips down against it, urging him to help her begin driving it inside of her. She was able to take in one inch…then two…and then she paused, and her small hands gripped at his strong shoulders.
This was a lot—there was a lot happening. This was probably the best position for her to be in at the moment, but it was still strange. Tora was inside of her—barely inside, but still inside—and her head was beginning to spin.
“Y’alright?” he asked her in a hushed voice, and she bit her lip, staring down at him. He cared about her so much; everything he did was keeping her first in mind.
Instead of speaking, though, she rolled her hips a little, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion. She saw Tora clench his jaw in response to her small movement and she gathered her breath, inhaling deeply before squirming backwards and taking in another two inches.
She dug her teeth deeper into her bottom lip again as the strange feeling of being stretched overwhelmed her body. It wasn’t all that uncomfortable, she’d used dildos before and she was still absolutely drenched from her orgasm, but this was a very new sensation.
Her lips parted and she took in another soft breath as she met Tora’s warm gaze. She was focused, and she knew he would wait for her as long as she needed him to. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she leaned backwards as she began to sink down onto the entirety of his cock.
Poppy tensed slightly when her sensitive clit brushed against his pelvis. She’d taken it all; he was balls deep in her at this point and her head was absolutely spinning now. This was almost unbelievable. Her fingers curled tighter against his shoulders as she tried to calm her breathing.
Tora simply grunted roughly as he buried his face into her neck and Poppy released his poor shoulders, bringing her hands up to gently smooth his hair down against the back of his head. She held his head for a moment, letting him breathe against her throat as he too collected himself. His hands lingered upon the tops of her thighs, rubbing them in an almost calming manner.
“Yer so…fuckin’ tight,” he suddenly murmured into her neck, and she made a small, desperate noise in the back of her throat in response to his compliment, “…feel so fuckin’ good…” he nearly growled, his fingers now digging into the pliant flesh of her thick hips.
In response to the grip that he had on her, Poppy rolled her hips just so and felt his cock go just a bit deeper inside her tiny body. Tora thrusted his hips up against her as if on instinct and she let out high-pitched whine.
“Ah—Tora,” she gasped his name breathlessly as he began thrusting up into her at a slow rhythm, just as he had been doing with his fingers earlier.
Poppy couldn’t help but rut and writhe against him, her plump breasts bouncing lightly each time the two connected in rhythm. She felt Tora shift as he planted his feet against the bed and began thrusting quicker, heavier, and deeper. She squealed his name in pleasure and melted into a mess of moans and whines.
Unfortunately, despite her own enthusiasm, she was struggling to match his rhythm.
Without a word, Tora pulled her up off his cock and placed her down on her back, switching positions with her so she could lay her head on a fluffy pillow. She laid there in a daze, watching as he hooked his arms under her knees and entered her again. He gazed down at her, and she could feel her breasts continuing to bounce as he picked up the speed and intensity of his thrusts.
Poppy hadn’t realized there was any way this man could have gone deeper inside her, but low and behold, he was pounding into her as if his life depended on it and she was delirious with pleasure.
“Ah—oh…Tora!” she squealed and threw her head back against the pillow. Tora seemed to take that as an opportunity to dip his head against her neck again and drag his mouth along her throat. He began to suck at the warm skin and Poppy instinctively tangled her hands in his mess of hair, holding him to her.
She could hear him grunting and moaning into her shoulder, and those deep, husky noises were bringing her that much closer to another orgasm. She could feel it building again in the pit of her stomach and she just wanted so badly to succumb to it. Her soaked pussy was clenching tighter around his cock each time he bottomed out and frantically reentered her; she could only imagine he was getting close as well.
“Fuck, Poppy…ya feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned against her throat and Poppy suddenly seized up, yanking at Tora’s hair as her hips stuttered. She was clenching around him, her breath catching in her throat as her entire world stopped for just a moment.
“Tora,” she whined as she pressed her face against the top of his head, feeling his pace growing desperate until he also reached his own climax. His hips jerked unsteadily against her own and she could feel him pressing his damp forehead to her shoulder, murmuring her name into it, and telling her how good she did.
As he released the burning grip he had on her knees, Tora lulled his head to the side and planted an open-mouthed kiss against her throat. Poppy could tell she was covered in a thick sheen of sweat as well and her eyes shot open when she felt Tora roll his tongue over the salty moisture that had collected along her collarbone.
She could feel Tora beginning to pull himself out of her and she almost wrapped her legs around him to keep him there, but her legs were absolutely aching now, so she let him collapse beside her on the bed.
Poppy promptly rolled onto her side to curl her arms around one of his own, not wanting to miss out on the skin-to-skin contact.
“Tora,” came the soft whisper and said man blearily peered down at the tiny woman clinging to his side, “I love you so much.” Poppy stared back up at Tora and she could feel the tears beginning to prickle at the corners of her eyelashes.
“Love ya, too,” he quietly murmured back before wrapping his strong arms around her and holding her tightly to his chest, “Really glad I met ya, Bobby.”
There was a moment of silence before the tears at the edge of Poppy’s eyes began to pour down her cheeks and her breath hitched as she stifled a sob. Tora watched her with concern, probably unsure of how to help with this sudden flurry of emotions.
“I’m really glad I met you, too, Tora—you mean…you mean so much to me! I was in such an awful place before I met you…” she suddenly shot up into a sitting position as she stumbled over her words, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I can’t believe it’s…you! You’re so perfect—”
“Hey, sweetheart…take a breath, alright?” Tora interrupted her hectic speech by sitting up as well and taking one of her small hands with one of his own, “Yer my entire world, got it? If the world was burnin’ to the ground…as long as I’m with ya, I’d be happy.”
Poppy felt him give her trembling hand a firm squeeze and his dark, amber eyes steadily held her own. Oh god, if she could have fallen any deeper in love with this man…
“Yer the perfect one—most god damn beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Never met anyone so sweet, like a piece of fuckin’ candy or some shit…” Poppy stared at him with wide eyes as he reached his free hand out and cupped her flushed cheek, “Love ya so god damn much, Bobby,” he grumbled, before he leaned forward and caught her lips in a gentle kiss.
She could taste each of his heavy breaths as he pressed his forehead to hers and held her face in his large palm. She squeezed her eyes tightly together, trying to hold back more tears, but they were somehow still escaping. Her eyelids fluttered open when she felt Tora swipe the rough tip of his thumb over a damp cheekbone.
“I think we missed most of the movie,” Poppy murmured softly, and the grin that Tora shot at her made her heart almost swell out of her chest.
“Guess we’ll just have to watch it again,” he countered back, reaching around Poppy to grab the television remote off her nightstand, “Fuck, hold on.”
Poppy watched as he got off the bed, standing at his full height and towering over nearly everything in her tiny bedroom. He reached down and pulled the condom off of himself before slipping out of the room. On his way out, Poppy glanced down the length of his broad back, taking in all the details of his intimidating tattoos.
She knew he’d been through a lot in his life; there was still a lot going on, too. There were various scars mixed in with the colorful ink of his tattoos, and she wondered which ones happened first. He’d been afraid to love her because…had he ever really known love?
Poppy paused as she stared at the empty doorway, watching for Tora to come back into the room.
She would show him love; she would show him happiness, too. She would show him everything in the world that he’d ever missed out on. She wouldn’t stop until he realized that he deserved it all.
She wouldn’t stop until he realized that he deserved happiness.