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CHAPTERFIFTEEN
POPPY
At first it feels like I'm dreaming until I feel the desperation in Tristan's touch. This isn't a dream; this is real life and Tristan is finally giving into what he feels for me. I've waited for so long to be with Tristan and now he's holding onto me like I'm his lift raft. I don't know what happened to him when he was kidnaped but I know now he needs comfort. I can do that for him. I can give him back a little piece of himself if he lets me.
He's forceful but not so much to hurt me instead it feels like he needs to be in control. When he grabs the back of my neck and pulls my hair, I let him kiss me as deep as he wants.
"How do you want me?' I mutter against his lips and he groans as the word brush over his skin.
"The bed, get in my room." he orders me, his hands touching and grabbing every part of my body as if he's trying to commit it to memory.
Turning away from him, I walk slowly in the direction of his bedroom. I entice him with the sway of my hips and as I get to his door way I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the ground.
"Fuck Poppy. Yes, let me see all of you." I hear him grunt out as he makes his way up behind me.
My heart flutters in my chest as I feel my arousal soak through my panties. This is everything I've ever wanted. but was sure that I would never have the chance to get. I thought any chance of Tristan and I being together as surely gone the minute he kicked me out of his room in the hospital. .
I turn over onto my back and slowly slide my bottoms off so he can see all of me. I don't hide an inch of my body from him.
His cock tents his sweatpants and I watch as he clenches his jaw trying to keep focused on me. He's sweating and shaking with tension.
"Tristan, it's okay. You're okay." I whisper and crook my finger so he can come to the bed. He grabs hold of his cock and squeezes it through the fabric.
"I don't know if... You won't..." He can't finish his sentence instead he lets out a harsh sigh as he unties the strings holding his pants up.
I gasp in shock and slight horror when he reaches down and pulls his pants down. I'd seen the scars and marks on his upper body so I was used to it but I didn't see the scars on his lower half. The whip marks, the lines of deep cuts left by god knows what all along his back side.
"Don't look at me like that." Tristan grits out and when I jerk my eyes back up to his face I see the anger and something that looks like shame on his features.
As his cock starts to deflate, I begin to put the clues together.
They hurt him ... sexually. That must be why he's so desperate to have me now, and why he's been acting like a complete jerk, why he's marked up so badly on his backside. They forced themselves on him and now my sweet Tristan must feel like he's less than the man.
How wrong he is.
For him to walk away from that experience still standing just proves to me just how strong he is. I'll take this opportunity to show him exactly how much I still want him.
"Don't look at you like what, Tristan?" I keep my voice light, doing my best to add an extra touch of femininity in everything I'm doing.
"Like I'm broken." he spits out.
"Where? I don't see anything broken on you. only see you, and I need you. I need you so bad right now." I move up to my knees and crawl my way to the edge of the bed where he's standing. His face is still tense as his eyes follow my motions. I'm determined to do what I can to relax him.
"I want you in my mouth, Tristan." Sitting back on my calves, I pull my shoulders back and, push my breast forward so I can play with my nipples in front of him. His eyes go down to my hands and they focus on what I'm doing. "Please, I've been dreaming about what you 'd taste like on my tongue. Can I?" "
With a tight nod he gives me his consent and I move closer over to him. Quickly, I sit in front of him so he can still reach my tits if he wants to. I leave my body open for his touches to help him have control over what I'm doing to him if he needs to take control back.
I grab hold of his half hard dick and slowly lick up the underside of his shaft.
A salty drop of precum drops on my tongue and I savor it. A deep grumbling moan pushes up into his chest and his thighs flex with every swipe of my tongue. After I pay equal attention to his entire cock, I softly grip his shaft and slide the head of his cock into my mouth. The moan that leaves his mouth is exhilarating and I move a little closer to take in more of him.
He pumps slowly into my mouth and I moan lightly as the head of his cock touches the back of my throat. I grab hold of his legs and when my hands get too close to his backside, I feel him go stiff, further letting me know that my suspicions are correct. Instead of dwelling on it I move my hands up to his waist and then run them up the front of his body up to his chest.
When I lightly scratch down the front where his abs are he hisses out and grabs the back of my head. Pulling me down further on his cock, deep enough for me to gag and fight for breath, his moans get louder.
"Poppy, oh fuck. That's perfect. It feels so good." He reaches down with his free hand and squeezes my nipple causing me to jump. My body is overflowing with sensations right now, but I don't want to give in to all of them without him. I want him to be the one to break me apart. I want his cock to be inside of me when I come.
I suck him off hard and follow his lead going in whatever direction he pushes me until he I'm nearly writhing on the bed in need.
