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I lick him from root to tip.“You said that,” I tease.
“If you don’t get on my cock this instant, there will be spanking involved, too,” he growls.
I flatten my palms on his thighs, then blow cold air over his hard, aching cock. He snaps in the best way possible, grabbing for my hips and then guiding them over his sex; one quick thrust up, and he’s inside my swollen, tender sex again. My head falls back. Breaking like this is how shattering should be defined.
“You like that?” He lifts my hips and then grinds them down onto him.“You like playing? Teasing? I can play, Poppy,” another thrust.
Oh god, I’m so swollen it feels almost too tight.
“I’ll play, Pumpkin. I can play cardio all night long.”
And that’s exactly what we do.
Chapter 11
Julian
I did the impossible. I exhausted my dick. I’m sore, like honestly worn out from all the sex Poppy and I have had. For the first time in my life, my dick needs a break. It’s unlikely to happen because the more Poppy and I have sex, the more I want her again. It’s not slowing. The chemistry isn’t fading into something that other relationships turn into.
It just keeps getting better.
I know some of the times we simply fuck because Poppy just needs to forget. So I help her to do so. Maybe that’s wrong of me? Maybe it's the right thing to do?
Other times, we make love to help her remember, to show her what a man who truly loves and respects his woman should do.
Poppy’s been having highs and lows since finding out about the cameras. Sometimes, I catch her looking around the room as if she were going to find a hidden device. Poppy comes to me after that, and we have sex until she’s better. Other times, Poppy is carefree, and you’d never know she laid awake at night thinking. She’s made it her mission to label and reorganize all the cabinets. She said she was starting with my kitchen first, then she’d move on from there. She ordered a bunch of new baskets and containers for the pantry, too. She was really excited about that. If men knew women got excited over baskets for a pantry, our lives would be much easier.
With a twist of the knob, I crack open the bathroom door, releasing tendrils of steam into the room. My gaze sweeps over to the bed, where Poppy sits, her hands tucked beneath her legs. She's dressed and ready for work, completely lost in her thoughts. She’s having a bad moment again. My first thought is to spread her legs and allow my cock to chase away her fears.
Use words.I tell myself.
"I just need fifteen," I tell her. We're headed to work soon, and I'll be driving us. I don't mind that she took the bus; what bothered me was that she was walking alone to the bus stop. It infuriates me, especially knowing Andrew has been watching her. He could have just taken her.
Stop. Don't go there, not while Poppy is nearby.
"Okay," she says. Her eyes are up, watching me, but they are not looking at my body, which is draped in a towel. They're watching and worrying, as if she thinks I'm going to turn my back and walk out the door. I see the concern furrowing her forehead when she thinks I'm not watching.
I'm always watching.
I shake out my wet hair, then run my hand through it, smoothing it back. Looking ahead in the mirror, I hide my thoughts from Poppy. I want to show her how much I value her, and since we all know men are not the best with words, that leaves it all down to my actions. Getting her pumpkin lattes and pastries every day is a good start, but I have to up my game. I can’t just chase away her fears with my dick. I want to do more.
I want to keep her in awe of me. I want to surprise her.
I want to save her from her monsters.
I will.
I glance over, her eyes still surveying me. I've had enough. She's got to tell me what's going through her head so I can stop it.
"Why are you looking at me, Pumpkin?"
"Can't I look at my man?" she replies, her tone playful, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
"Hmm, say that again," I tell her. I want her to keep reiterating it so she knows I'm hers.
"My man," she grins.
I drop my towel. Finally, her eyes look down at my body with longing. I grin. I know she's checking out my ass as I walk into the closet and grab my pants and belt. When I come back out, she's got that worried look again.
