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He blushes with embarrassment as he sets the glass down on the counter.
“Sorry,” he says, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. “I… was just super thirsty.” He gives me a cocky grin, and I feel my lips pull into a smile.
I take a sip of my own water, trying to bring some of that moisture back into my mouth. I toe the ground, leaning against the counter, before I feel Tyler’s fingers run down my arm.
He takes the water from me, and we walk backward to the glass window. My chest heaves, and I swallow hard as he bends down and runs his parted lips against mine. Our breath mingles as he teases me, almost kissing me, only to pull away.
My breath hitches as he places his hand on my hip and slowly slides up my sides. His fingers ghost my pert nipple before cupping my chin.
“Are you ready for your first lesson, Poppy?” he asks.
Butterflies take flight inside my stomach, and my pussy clenches.
“Yes.” I breathe. “I’m ready.”
Chapter 5
Tyler
Ipushsomeofher hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her tongue darts out, and she wets her lip, and I groan.
Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “Turn around.” I press Poppy against the wall and slide my hand into her panties.
“Lesson one. Foreplay is very important, especially before sex. It’s essential to be ready when your man sinks his cock inside you.” I rub her clit in small circles. Her moans are like music to my ears, her breath fogging up the glass door she’s next to.
Poppy’s hands slide up and down the wall as I work at her clit. I gather her arousal and rub it all over the little nub, and I’m rewarded by her rubbing her butt against me.
“Bloody hell,” I groan, rubbing my erection over her sweet arse.
“That’s it. Feel your pussy getting wetter every second.” I sink my hand in deeper and find her soaking entrance.
Then I reach around with my other hand and cup her breast. She covers my hand with hers as I massage her tit. She continues to moan and rubs up against me.
Fuck. If she continues to do that, I might come in my trousers.
I push one finger inside her and curse at how tight she is.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Poppy,” I growl in her ear.
“Is that good or bad?” she asks shyly, fixing her glasses as she turns to look at me.
“Neither. It isn’t a good thing or a bad thing. It’s just a thing. A fact. Like the colour of your hair.”
“Oh,” she breathes.
I add a second finger inside her, and she cries out softly. I nuzzle her hair and inhale her intoxicating scent. Everything about her is amazing. Her laugh, her smile, her intelligence. And this body. Fuck me, I can’t wait to get her naked. But that will have to wait until after she’s ready. Plus, we should keep it slow and savour each part of the process.
I pump my two digits into her, and she continues to rub herself against me. I feel my balls draw up as I get ready to come. It would be fucking embarrassing to come in my jeans, but I’m not sure I have a choice. I can’t stop. And as Poppy starts to pant with need and her pussy clenches around me, I can’t stop.
Faster and faster I go until she’s coming on my fingers. Her arousal soaks my hand, and I cling to her as I come in my trousers.
She cries out my name, and I growl out hers as we come together. Writhing against each other as we ride the high. When our orgasm inevitably ends, I look down at the wet spot in my trousers.
Damn.
Poppy continues to wiggle her butt against me and moans. My cock twitches as I spin her, then pick her up, placing her on the coffee table. Reaching under her, I pull her knickers down her legs and toss them away. Poppy looks down at me between her legs, her eyes wide and wanton.
“You want my mouth on your pussy, Poppy? Want me to make you come again?”
