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Poppy glued her face to the car window, trying to see the road in the dark. The warm hand that was laying on her tight, lightly squeezed her, which made Poppy turn her head towards her boyfriend. Branch send her a side glance and smiled.
Poppy smiled right back at him. The previous two days were amazing, she had so much fun lazying around at their hotel room, watching sappy romcoms and soap operas. Their initial plans got ruined by the sudden rainstorm so they were forced to stay inside during their getaway. Not that she minded, she got to spend her time with Branch and that was all that mattered to her.
They pulled out on the road just on the outskirts of their town, with the intention of getting to Poppy’s apartment complex first.
“Your friend is still watching over Smidge?” Branch asked, looking at the road ahead.
Poppy nodded. “Yeah, Guy said he’ll drop her by tomorrow after I get home from work.” She sighed.
Branch turned to her with a concerned look on his face.
“You’re alright, love?”
“Yeah, just. I’m gonna miss you.” She pouted, which was silly of her, she knew that. It’s not like they live miles away, she could still see him anytime she wanted. But it wouldn’t be the same. She loved every single second they shared together during that weekend. She sneaked a glance at Branch. She had hoped they would have finally do it over the weekend. That she could finally be with him in every sense of that phrase. But they didn’t.
She chewed on her lower lip for a while, just observing his profile. His face, his shoulders, his hands. Everything about him just made her so…
“Pull over.” She suddenly said, which clearly surprised him. He obliged, pulling over on a nearest parking lot, situated in front of a closed convenient store. The light from a nearby streetlamp was dim, but she still could make up the worried expression on his face.
“Poppy, what’s going on?” Branch asked and extended his hand towards her. She took it and pressed it against her cheek, so that he was now cradling her face in it. She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. It was an awkward angle, but they tried to make it work, maneuvering their bodies in different positions, pressing against each other and only parting once for a quick gasp of air.
“Poppy-“ Branch whispered against her lips, trying to say something but got shushed immediately. Poppy grabbed his face in both of her hands, keeping him in place, as she pressed against him and before any of them knew it, she had slid over on his lap.
Then she got on her knees and straightened, so that she was a tad taller than him.
Poppy smirked and grabbed Branch by his neck tightly, urging him to look upwards at her. His lips were slightly parted, shallow breaths coming in and out, as he looked at her with half lidded eyes, completely dazed by what was happening.
She leaned in a bit and while still maintaining the eye contact, she licked a strip from his jaw over his parted lips all the way to the tip of nose. He let out a noise, similar to a strangled whine.
His lips moved but she couldn’t quite hear what he said. She arched an eyebrow at him. “Huh?”
“Nothin’.” Branch said breathlessly, his voice just slightly above whisper.
“Tell me.” Poppy insisted, staring intensively into his eyes.
He opened then closed his mouth, swallowing heavily. “Can I touch you?” he requested with a little uncertainty in his voice.
She blinked at him, a bit taken aback that he felt the need to ask for her permission. For some reason, this made her hot all over, fluttery feeling in her stomach and heat pooling between her legs.
“Please.” She whispered back, leaning in for another kiss.
Poppy closed her eyes, feeling how his hands clasped over her waist, clutching to her like a lifeline. Then they moved slightly upwards, making their way over to her back. “Can I take it off?” He whispered, looking straight at her.
She nodded quickly and watched as his eyes shined, flickering with pure lust and excitement. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her loose shirt and gently pulled it over her head. She shivered, certainly not from the cold.
The look of admiration on his face almost made her cry on the spot. Oh, how she loved him.
The realization struck her so suddenly it must’ve been evident on her face, since Branch looked at her with remorse.
“I’m sorry-“
“Don’t be. You did nothing wrong.” Poppy brought him closer for a small peck on the lips. “I want your shirt gone, now.” She whispered right in his ear, her warm breath grazing against his already heated up skin.
Branch obliged momentarily, without any additional words. Both of their tops were now laying on the passenger seat, forgotten.
Poppy noticed how he looked away, even more flushed as she took in the sight of his torso. His chest was hairy and not very muscular, much rather on the chubby side, but she couldn’t care less about the muscles. He looked absolutely perfect for her, just the way he was.
She reached out with her hands to trace her fingers along his chest, feeling the softness of it and his abdomen, pressed up against her. Branch’s breath hitched, he licked his lips once, his hands now resting on her sides, pulling her more against him.
She kissed him again, licking and tugging on his lip, chasing the sensation that made her head swim.
The need to breathe eventually drew Poppy’s mouth away, and then she was trailing wet kisses along his chin and neck.
Branch groaned in approval, fingers dragging eager lines up and down her back. Eventually they found the clasp of her bra and he pulled on it playfully. “Can I? Please.” She nodded, her heart rate fastening.
The bra fell to the backseat as one of Poppy’s hands lifted, spread on the roof and then pushed against it, pushed down, and for a second it was just all hard pressure and it was, oh so lovely.
Branch grunted raising his hips then rolling them, to get as much friction as he could. His hands found her breasts, softly kneading them between his fingers, which making her gasp.
He leaned down to press open mouthed kisses on her nipples, then he began sucking and chewing on them, until they’ve become all shiny with his spit and puffy. The noises that escaped her mouth, seemed to encourage him to do even more. He sucked and bit and chewed on her chest, her neck, her arms. Poppy let out a few giggles when he nibbled on a rather ticklish part of her arm and she could feel him smiling against her skin, blowing warm breath as he laughed lightly.
Poppy felt as if she was going insane from all that pleasure she was now experiencing, giggling and trying to squirm away from him when he showered her sides with those rough nibbling kisses, but his arms were wrapped around her in a iron grip.
Branch’s body was soft and hot to the touch, the scent of him intoxicating. Poppy was dizzy with it, barely able to keep up with the relentless glide of his lips and tongue against her sensitive skin. She needed more.
“Branch. I need it. I need you.” She panted, reaching for the belt of his pants.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Branch stopped her hands. “The glovebox.”
“What?” She looked at him confused.
“The glovebox. There’s the… You know.” He swallowed, staring at her pointedly. Her mouth parted, as the realization sinked in.
She reached behind her, trying very hard not to change her current position, stabilizing herself with a hand on Branch’s bicep and fished out the condom pack.
“I hope these are not expired.” She murmured, examining the wrapper.
Branch swatted her arm lightly as she laughed.
“They’re new.” He assured her.
“Oh?” Poppy arched an eyebrow at him. “Were you hoping to use them-“
“Just shut up.”
She giggled, ripping the package open. “Ever the prepared, eh? Should I do it or do you want to?”
“I…”
She didn’t wait for his full response, instead she reached to unbuckle his belt and pop the button at his waist.
Branch shifted in his seat, glancing down at her hands. The anticipation was hanging heavily in the air.
“Maybe I should- Oh, fuck.” His eyes snapped close, high pitched moan escaping his throat at the feeling of her hand wrapping itself around his hard and throbbing member. “Jesus, fuck.”
“How does that… Oh! Here we go.” Once she was finished there, she raised her hips to pull down her shorts, discarding them on the floor. All that was left on her were the pink satin panties.
“Poppy.” Branch said her name like his life’s depending on it. Needy, pleading and wanton.
And just like that, Poppy couldn’t wait any longer. She went in for another kiss, meanwhile working with her left hand to slid off her underwear. Her right hand was splayed out on his chest, nails gently scratching his skin.
“It’s okay.” She whispered against his lips. She raised to her knees again, brought up her hand to spit on it, then grabbed him by the shaft, slicking his whole length. She then guided his dick over her entrance and slowly, very slowly, sank down.
Branch groaned, his head falling to the seat backrest, mouth open and panting.
Poppy’s mouth fell open too, each of her breaths was laced with a needy whine of her own. It burned, he was so hot inside her, it was almost too much.
“What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me…” Branch’s head fell on to her collarbone, panting harshly against her skin, his arms circling her waist and clinging to her for dear life.
As the two of them adjusted to the feeling, Poppy wrapped her arms around his neck and locked their lips in another breathtaking kiss. Eventually she began moving up and down, straightening her back and bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders.
“You okay?” She asked, brushing away the sweat-stained hair from his forehead. He made a hum of agreement. “We continue?” she asked again.
Branch nodded. “Ah, fuck,” he whimpered, bucking his hips upwards as she fastened her pace, to meet her in the middle.
She could feel the dazzling sensations from his breath against her neck rushing along with her veins, giving her goosebumps all over.
Poppy moved her hands to Branch’s hair, gripping and pulling on it to bring him up close for more kisses. All messy and wet, mostly just them just licking into each other’s lips and sharing every breath.
“I’m- Love, I’m not gonna last. I’m so close.” Branch panted in her mouth.
She wasn't going to last long too, she was certain. It was all too fast and too intense to withstand, and she could already feel the fire in her belly as it began to lick blazing tongues of fire all the way to the ends of her nerves. Branch groaned, watching her bounce up and down in his lap, eyes partially closed with tiny, almost agonizing whines falling from his lips.
“I love you. I love you so much.”
Poppy sighed, her head falling back for a moment, floating in this feeling.
“I love you too.” She said as her lips found his again.
She could feel it’ll be all over in a second. By the way Branch’s eyes had fluttered shut and nothing but chocked pleads for release escaping his mouth, she knew he was just few thrusts away from toppling over the edge.
She slammed an open hand against the window to hold steady, as she rode him until she could see nothing but pure, bright pleasure, vision blacking out on the edges.
Poppy didn’t even realize that she had dropped on Branch motionless, face snuggled in the crook of his shoulder.
In the midst of all this flurry of experiences, she felt a light touch on her shoulder, fingers tracing soothing patterns across her skin. She looked up at Branch and was awarded by a lazy grin, eyes half lidded as he basked in the afterglow.
“Did you come?”
“What kind of question is that, of course.” He snorted, kissing her forhead. His eyes skimmed around. “We totally fogged up this place. Look at that,” he pointed at the window to his left, with Poppy’s handprint on it. “Like that one scene in Titanic.” He chuckled.
Poppy giggled. Oh, he was in a good mood. She leaned in to kiss him but Branch had other ideas and didn’t cooperate. First he opened his mouth widely, then made a ducky face, but when she tried to kiss him again he grinned with his teeth, before opening it widely again, his tongue hanging out over his chin.
Poppy laughed and slapped him lightly across the chest. “Branch! Let me kiss you!” She laughed some more when he rested his head against her, snuggling, his disheveled hair tickling her neck. “Stop it, you goof.”
The air inside the car was heavy with the sex scent and even though it was warm, Poppy shuddered. “Ugh, we have to get dressed. Do you think anyone saw us?” She looked cautiously over her shoulder.
“I didn’t see no one.”
“Hmm…” She tilted her head and stared at him for a second. “I’m hungry.”
Branch giggled. “You want food?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. We’ll get some food.”
“I also need to use the bathroom.”
“Okay. You want to go to my place instead?” The offer caught her off guard but in a pleasant way.
“Sure.”