Page 44 of Glass
Poppy falls to the bed on her stomach and instead of waiting for her to turn over, I pounce. She laughs asking, “What are you doing?” as I grab the back of her thighs and lean over her to sink my teeth into the skin of her ass.
“I couldn’t resist,” I admit. I kiss the light teeth impressions I leave behind as I trail one hand up her thigh and in between her legs. I press at the apex of her thighs, reveling in the wetness awaiting me.
I can’t resist raising my fingers to my mouth and sucking the taste of her off my skin.
Poppy whimpers. “Please fuck me,” she mutters into the duvet, arching her back to put herself on display for me, the sweetest offering.
I want to tell her to be patient to give myself a chance to tease her more, but I know our time isn’t unlimited. Already, we’ve put off dealing with Frank longer than we should have. So even though I don’t know if I’ll ever get another chance to touch her again after this, I force myself to skip all the things I’d really like to do with her.
“There’s one thing that’s non-negotiable,” I grumble.
“What’s that?” She peeks back at me over her shoulder, and I swear I could come on her sweet ass right here and now with the affection that shines in her eyes. I squeeze myself quickly, almost painfully, to keep myself from ruining this before we’ve even properly started.
“I want to feel you come all over my hand first.” If I can’t have her every way I want her, I at least want to feel her tightening around my fingers as she orgasms.
She sucks in a ragged breath and drops her head on the bed, which I take to mean she’s not going to protest. I squeeze her thigh with one hand and let the other move between her legs again. I split her open with my thumb and caress the length of her slit.
I’ll remember the feel of her until I take my last damn breath. I’m determined to memorize every damn inch of her. She’ll be immortalized in my brain, even if all I have left of her in the end is memories.
She cries out when I slide a finger inside of her, letting her stretch around me before adding a second. She flexes around me as I work her with my fingers, alternating between watching the digits disappear inside of her and watching her hands fist the duvet.
I take it all in as I adjust my movements to her every whimper and twitch. I have no idea how much time passes, but by the time she gasps and arches into my touch, I’ve learned exactly how she likes to be played with.
She creams all over my fingers, her moisture running down my hand when I finally pull back. She lies exhausted on the bed for a moment, unmoving as I stare down at her with uninhibited appreciation.
“Felix,” she murmurs. “I want to return the favor.”
“There will be time for that later.” If I somehow turn out to be the luckiest bastard alive and get to have her even one more time after this. “Right now, I need you to turn over and let me inside you, baby.”
It takes her some effort but she manages to turn herself on the bed for me, lying invitingly exposed to my filthy need for her. She impatiently spreads her legs wider, curling her fingers to beckon me to her.
I cover her weight with mine and kiss her as I use her come to stroke my cock in between us. She reaches toward me, putting her hand above mine, though her fingers wrap only part way around my girth. We stroke in tandem, the act so damn sloppy and sexy that I’m thinking about Stockholm Syndrome again by the time I can’t take anymore and brush her hand away.
She breaks away from my mouth as I push the tip of my cock into her.
“I think I love you,” she blurts out, her eyes wide with a touch of panic. “I love the way you take care of everyone, and the way you stare at me like a precious gemstone instead of a damaged Glass girl. And I love the way you didn’t act like I emasculated you by being the one to take the gun yesterday.”
She might as well stick a knife in my fucking chest.
“Poppy, I love you for a million damn reasons already, and I’ll tell you every single one if you decide to stay.” She parts her lips with a protest. “Say it later,” I plead. My heart can’t fucking take hearing her talk about leaving right now or why it won’t work out between us.
She nods slightly and moves her hands to press into my back, urging me on. I thrust into her as if it’s the last time. I don’t take a single moment for granted as she clings to me while I fuck her with the kind of reckless abandon I’ve never experienced with anyone else.
The problem with being so close to the edge before I even made it inside of her is that it’s not nearly long enough before my balls are taut and so desperate to empty that I can’t hold on any longer.
Poppy sinks her teeth into the healing skin around my mate mark as I grind against her, my cock buried deep inside of her. Her body flexes around mine as if she’s trying to milk the come out of me. I give her every fucking drop, hoping like hell it will somehow help bind us together that I’ve marked her in this way now too.
She’s fucking mine. She has to always be mine.