So Caius was looking at the new adventurous Poppy. Whose breasts were encased in sheer silk and lace.
Caius gently pushed the shirt off her shoulders and it fell down, all the way to the floor. He put his hands on her bare waist and the feel of his warm palms touching her sent a shock wave through her body. She put her hands on his arms to steady herself. He was warm, muscles taut.
His gaze moved up to her face. Poppy bit her lip, her eyes fixed on his mouth. The strong sensual contours. Giving into an impulse too strong to ignore, she reached up and touched his mouth with her index finger. Tracing its shape. Caius opened his mouth and nipped at her finger, stroking it with his tongue. It was shockingly intimate and yet Poppy couldn’t pull away. She was mesmerised by the sensations moving through her body. Electricity. Liquid heat…a pulse between her legs.
She was swaying towards Caius and he tugged her closer, until her breasts were pressed against his chest and abdomen. He caught her wrist and brought her hand down from his mouth. Then he speared his other hand into her hair and undid it, letting it fall around her shoulders. ‘You have beautiful hair,’ he said thickly. Poppy felt her conscience twinge. Not her natural hair colour. Maybe if he saw that he’d recognise who he was with and be turned off?
Wanting to distract him, she said, ‘Kiss me?’
He looked down at her. His eyes were darker blue now. Like hard sapphires. It made Poppy shiver a little. Wondering what it would take to make this man lose his composure, and suddenly wanting to be the one to do that.
His head was lowering now, slowly, as if giving her time to be sure of what she wanted. Poppy hadn’t expected him to be so…considerate. When his mouth touched hers it was warm and firm, she opened a little on a sigh and any sense of consideration was gone.
Breaths mingling, Caius kissed her harder and Poppy’s blood leapt and her hands clutched at whatever she could find. Caius’s bulging muscles. She opened to him, instinctively, like a flower blooming under the rays of the sun. The kiss went deeper, tongues touching and dancing, stoking flames within Poppy that she’d never felt before.
She felt a delicious tightening sensation deep in her belly, a tension that Caius stoked with his masterful touch. He moved his free hand to her back, pressing her closer. She could feel the thrust of his erection against her belly. His hand moved up her back to the opening of her bra, toying with it.
He pulled back from the kiss and Poppy felt dizzy. She looked up at him, the rush of blood and desire pounding like waves through her body.
He asked, ‘Do you mind?’
She shook her head and he snapped open her bra and then pulled back a little to pull it away from her body. He looked at her, at her bare breasts. She felt her nipples puckering, hard.
He reached out and cupped her, feeling the weight of her flesh in his hands. They weren’t soft hands. They were hard. Like a working man’s. Poppy shoved that titbit aside. It was hard to focus when his thumbs were now teasing her nipples, making them harder.
And then he stopped for a second. ‘You have a birthmark.’
Poppy nodded. She did, a little heart-shaped strawberry birthmark under her breast. She tensed, thinking that maybe this would put him off, but he touched her there, moved his thumb over and back, like a kind of benediction. For someone who had never felt enough, the gesture made her feel a spike of emotion.
Caius looked at her. ‘You are…a fantasy I never knew I had.’
The emotion swelled. Her legs almost buckled at the reverence in his voice. As if sensing her weakness he tugged her with him as he sat on the couch behind her and she came down with him, landing into his lap.
He held her easily, arms strong around her. She wanted to taste him again so she pressed her mouth against his and he met her, stroke for stroke, finding her breast and squeezing the plump, firm flesh. He broke the kiss so that he could kiss his way across her jaw, down her neck and lower, to her breast where he found one hard, tingling peak and sucked it into his mouth, hot tongue swirling and teeth nipping.
Poppy was clutching Caius, helpless against the waves of pleasure that undulated through her body from her core. As if sensing her need for more, Caius pulled his mouth away and looked at her. His hair was messy. Had she done that?
He put her away from him for a moment and then he stood up. Poppy was splayed on the couch. Naked from the waist up. Caius said, ‘I want to see you. All of you.’
‘You first,’ Poppy said.
He smiled and it was wicked and sexy as he put his hands to his trousers and undid them, opening them and then pulling them down, along with his underwear.
Poppy’s eyes widened in silent and very feminine appreciation as she took in his unashamedly virile response. He was…big. And flatteringly hard. His thighs were thickly muscled. Hips narrow.
‘Now you.’
Poppy stood up on shaky legs. She undid her trousers and pulled them down but left on her underwear. Caius looked her over. Poppy had never been so studied She was in her head so much that it was liberating to be so aware of her body for once. She felt very primal in that moment, forgetting who Caius was. He was a man and she was a woman and they wanted each other.
‘Lie down on the couch,’ Caius said.
Poppy obeyed. Lying back into the cushions and watching as Caius grabbed something from his trouser pocket. Protection. He put it to one side. Not even that reminder of his profligacy could take her out of this heady moment. The clamour of her body to be joined with his.
He came down on his knees by the couch and put his hands on her legs, smoothing them up all the way to her underwear, hooking his fingers into the sides and then pulling it down. Poppy felt a moment of panic when she realised that her hair colour wouldn’t match the hair between her legs but the light was dim in the room and maybe Caius wouldn’t notice too much…
She held her breath as he exposed her to his gaze, throwing her underwear to one side. He pushed her legs apart. Poppy had never been so exposed before a man. Before anyone. He didn’t seem to notice anything awry and Poppy soon forgot about being worried about small details like matching hair colour as he came down between her legs and pressed his mouth to her inner thighs, working his way up to the juncture between her legs where every nerve-ending in her body seemed to be throbbing with need.
Her whole body seized as his tongue touched the folds of her sex. It was so intimate, so shocking and like nothing she’d ever experienced. With the flat of his tongue he licked his way into her, spreading her for him and then he explored deeper, and then with his fingers…he breathed against her skin, ‘You’re so ready for me…’
