“I want to watch you.”
I hesitate. “Watch me what?”
More silence.
Then.
“Watch you come.”
The air between us thickens, her words hanging there like a live wire, crackling with heat and want.
I swallow, my throat tight. “You want to watch me come?”
Her fingers reach over to trace my jawline. “Yes.”
Something hot and dark surges through me.
Something taboo.
I feel it everywhere—in the tightening of my muscles, the hard, aching length of me pressed against her hip, the way my pulse pounds so loud I can hear it echoing in my ears.
Before I can respond, the room floods with light.
Poppy’s hand flies up to shield her eyes, and I squint, blinking against the sudden brightness. The overhead lamp is on, blinding and too fucking real.
My gaze snaps to Poppy; she’s on her knees, crawling toward me now. Rests on her haunches to study me while I study her body.
The strap of her tank top has slipped down one shoulder, exposing more skin than I can handle right now—her rosy nipples I can see through the fabric.
Stomach.
Bare pussy.
Poppy nibbles her bottom lip, her chest heaving with every ragged breath, and her hand moves to my thigh, sliding up slowly, fingers grazing the tent in my boxers.
“I mean it,” she says. “I want to see you lose control.”
My cock throbs.
“I’ll suck on it, too…”
Suck on it too, suck on it too.
My dick strains, causing most of the blood to leave my brain.
Pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out everything but the sound of her voice and the rapid, uneven beat of my own heart.
She drags a finger up my thigh, nail grazing the sensitive skin there, and my cock twitches beneath the thin fabric of my boxers, desperate for relief.
For her.
“You want that?” she asks, fingers reaching for the hem of her sheer shirt. “Want me to touch you?”
I swear to fucking god, my legs tremor, body coiled so tight it’s a miracle I haven’t come already as she lifts her tank top slowly, inch by inch, the fabric catching on her tits, exposing more of her.
My mouth goes dry as she drags it over her head, tossing it aside without breaking eye contact.
She’s naked, now.
