Poppy shows off one of her outfits to Branch.
Poppy looked at herself in the mirror making sure she looked good before taking a breath calming her nerves. She was wearing nothing but white lace because she wanted to show off her body to him to make it known that she was his forever.
She looked in the mirror one more time and finally walked out of the closet and made her way over to Branch who was waiting for her on the bed.
The more she walked over to him the more nervous she was, but she couldn't back down now could she? One he saw what she was wearing he froze upon seeing her, his mouth agape and whole face flushing a deep red.
“Do you like my outfit?” Poppy asked innocently and Branch could only nod slowly in response before pulling her onto the bed.“Very much.” Branch's words are a husky rumble against her mouth as he kisses her.
Poppy tugs on his shorts as she returns the kiss, her tongue hot and insistent as it slides along his. She moans softly into his mouth, and he feels it echo inside his chest.
The heel of her foot prods the back of his leg as she reclines onto the bed, pulling him with her.
Their mouths part clumsily as they shift toward the center of the mattress, but she surges up each time to recapture his lips as if she can’t go a single second without kissing him
Branch crawls over her, already straining against his slacks. The picture-perfect sight of Poppy in the lingerie she’d chosen for him and the needy, intense way she kisses him makes electricity spark through his veins, feeding the slow-burning fire in the pit of his stomach.
There’s a touch of desperation in her movements as she pulls at his shirt and shoves at his jacket. Poppy breaks from the kiss only to murmur a quick, “Off,” against his lips as her fingers work to undo the buttons down the front of his chest. He shrugs out of the clothing mindlessly, his focus entirely on her.
Poppy's hands roam over the expanse of his back, nails digging lightly into the sensitive skin above his shoulder blades before skirting down his spine. His nerve endings fire relentlessly under her touch and goosebumps spread down his arms as a thrill runs through him. He feels the press of her fingers on the small of his back urging his hips down to hers, but he resists.
Breaking from the kiss, he nips at her full bottom lip and tugs it with him as he pulls away. She chases him, whining at the loss of contact, but he moves to sit back on his knees, wanting to indulge in the sight of her.
“Poppy,” he whispers her name with reverence, like a prayer. “You look so beautiful.” The words tumble from his mouth without much thought, but it’s true. He hungrily maps the contours of her body with his eyes.
Blushing, Poppy writhes under his heated gaze, but doesn’t shy away.
“Touch me,” she whimpers, reaching for his arms and placing his hands on her stomach.
Branch bites his lip as her muscles ripple under his touch.
The lace is silky and rough at the same time, but Poppy is soft and warm beneath it. The contrast of texture under his fingertips is addicting, and he lets his hands glide up and down her sides.
Poppy moves deliciously, so responsive to his touch, and his erection throbs with want. When his thumb passes over her nipple, she arches off the bed and makes a sound that shoots through his belly straight to his cock.
The way she moves is mesmerizing and he can’t take his eyes off her, but her head has rolled back and her neck looks oh so appealing. He bows his head to press a kiss to her pulse, feeling the way it thrums hard and fast against his lips, before ghosting his teeth over the spot. Poppy's fingers slide into his hair, curling and tugging as he trails wet kisses down the long column of her throat.
