He slid his free hand into her hair, tugging her down for a kiss. She moaned at the mix of tiramisu and masculinity that seemed to define Sam. Wiggling her hips, she moved closer until her knees were pressing into the back of the couch and she was pressed tight to the bulge in his jeans.
The kiss went on for so long that Poppy wondered if she was getting dizzy from lack of air or from how good Sam was at taking her breath away. She decided it had to be the latter since she could still breathe fine out of her nose, after all. He gently tightened his grip on her hair, tilting her head a little as his other hand slipped under her dress to caress her hip. She could get lost in this moment forever. Simply let herself go and never bother coming up for air again.
It took Poppy a moment to figure out what was happening when strong hands shoved her dress up over her hips, but once she did, she did whatever was necessary to help. She so seriously wanted to be naked right then. She couldn’t remember ever being this hot for a guy. Then again, Sam wasn’t like any of the guys she’d ever been with.
Her bra disappeared at some point—or at least she assumed it had—since Sam’s fire warm mouth was around one of her nipples with nothing getting in the way. The sensation of being nearly naked on this man’s lap while he was fully dressed was beyond exhilarating.
Poppy arched her back, pushing her breasts forward, both of her hands coming up to latch onto the back of his head and holding him right where she wanted. “Oh, yes. Keep doing that,” she murmured as he nipped her tender nipple. “Harder.”
It was like Sam could read her mind, biting down just enough to ride that fantastic border between pleasure and pain. At the same time, one of his hands came up to squeeze and tease her other nipple, like he didn’t want it to feel left out. Poppy was all for that.
She was so busy enjoying the attention he was showing to her breasts that she didn’t realize she was grinding on his lap like he was a life-sized sex toy. At least not until she felt that familiar tingle building up between her legs. If she didn’t stop, she’d orgasm right here on his lap.
Poppy pulled back slightly, trying to break contact between her throbbing clit and his jean-covered cock. But Sam grasped her hips, trapping her right where she was as he leaned back on the couch.
“Don’t stop,” he said, his gaze locking with hers, the heat there bringing a rush of warmth to her face. But even if it was a bit out of character to do anything this forward, she couldn’t imagine stopping now, not with the way he was urging her on.
She spread her knees a little wider, pressing against his hard-on. What she wouldn’t give to have him naked right then.
Unfortunately, Sam wasn’t naked, so she’d just have to make do. Not that it was a problem, since the tingles between her thighs were already building up to dangerous levels.
Gyrating on Sam’s lap while she held onto his shoulders to keep her steady, getting herself off while he watched was positively sublime. It was light years beyond anything she’d ever dreamed of doing, but the thought of stopping never entered her mind.
The orgasm hit Poppy hard, going from tingles to body-shaking spasms in the space of a few heartbeats. It was Sam’s firm hands on her hips that kept her going, pulling her against him as her vision whited out and her throat ran raw from keening out her pleasure.
When she came back to the realm of rational thought, Poppy was a little surprised to find that she’d collapsed onto Sam’s broad chest, his arms around her and her face buried in the curve of his neck. Yummy shoulder muscles had somehow found themselves between her lightly clenched teeth. Sam didn’t complain. Instead, he sat there letting her regain control. When she finally pulled back to look down at him, there was something indescribable in his eyes. Something that did crazy things to her insides. Even more crazy than her recent orgasm.
“Do you know how beautiful you are right now?” he asked huskily. “Or how spectacular you looked as you came on my lap?”
There was a thud that was probably audible only to Poppy. And yeah, she was pretty sure it was her heart. It wasn’t supposed to happen this fast. It probably shouldn’t. Yet, there it was.
Poppy slithered off his lap, partly because she thought it would be sexy, and partly because she was still limp and boneless after riding the bus to orgasm town. On the way down, she grabbed his belt, popping the buckle and the buttons underneath with no problem. Getting his jeans and underwear down over his hard-on took a bit more effort, but she was determined, and Sam lifted his hips to make it easier. He laughed when she tossed them across the living room.
It wasn’t like Poppy had mountains of experience when it came to the male form, but something told her that he was worthy of worship. All lean muscle, his shaft was long, thick, and slightly curved. She was pretty sure Sam was going to ruin her for all other men.
Dropping to her knees on the floor between his legs, she leaned forward to swipe her tongue across that perfect tip. The taste of him made her groan, and she wrapped her hand around him, squeezing gently. She scratched the nails of her free hand down his bare thigh, reveling in the feel of him tensing under her touch.
“Yes,” Sam groaned.
The sound drove a spike of pure pleasure through Poppy’s midsection, making it difficult to think about anything but getting him to come as hard as she had. Taking that as a challenge, she brought both hands up to wrap around the lower part of his erection, her mouth moving down to meet them, her tongue flicking at the sensitive underside of the head at the same time. The intoxicating feeling it gave her was hard to explain, but if she had her way, she’d do this for the rest of the night.
Sam’s hand found its way into her hair, not trying to control her movements, but simply so he could tease his fingers along her scalp and neck, encouraging her to keep going. He seemed ready to come any second.
But just when she felt him stiffen under her tongue, the hand in her hair tightened, and Sam gently tugged her up and off his cock. She started to complain, but he dragged her upright, silencing her with a kiss.
“Not that I wasn’t enjoying what you were doing,” he murmured against her lips. “But the first time I come with you, I want to be buried deep inside.”
Poppy considered making a crack about him having been buried pretty deep inside her mouth, but when he scooped her off her feet, she decided it could wait. Truthfully, she was looking forward to having him between her thighs, too.
The walk to her bedroom took seconds and then she was flying through the air, bouncing at least a foot off the mattress of her big comfy bed when she landed, laughing harder than she could ever remember laughing.
“Condom?” Sam asked, his voice a little desperate, like he thought he might have to run across the hallway naked to get a box from his place. She was tempted to let him just so she could see that muscular butt bounce when he ran.
“Nightstand. Top drawer,” she said, pointing. “I picked up a few when I went food shopping. I wanted to be prepared.”
He opened the drawer and pulled out an economy sized box, then lifted a brow in her direction. “I’m not sure if I should be thrilled that you think we need so many or terrified at the unrealistic expectations you apparently have when it comes to the stamina of a human male.”
Poppy slid off her barely-there panties with a little butt wiggle. “Don’t worry. I promise to keep my expectations firmly under control. I like to buy in bulk for the savings. Math—remember?”