One of Poppy's favorite moments that she has with Branch.
Branch lays Poppy in their bed. His icy fingers are like frostbite on her warm pink skin. He peels Poppy's clothes off with tender care, leaving her bare before him. His hands are callused and tenderly settle on her thighs, pulling them apart to make room for him.
Poppy watches his face, disappear between her legs, pulled over the broad muscle of his back. Long strands of black hair fall, brushing her sensitive skin.
Branch's lips caress hers, kissing tufts of pale pink hair, his cool tongue poking out to circle her clit. Two fingers trace her wet entrance, sliding in with little resistance, knuckles buried deep inside her. Branch's mouth seals around her clit, licking and sucking in time with the motions of his fingers.
Poppy shivers at his touch, chest rising and falling rapidly. She arches her hips up, thighs squeezing around his head, the balls of her feet press into his spine. Before she can form so much as a coherent thought that doesn't end and begin with pleads for more. Branch rubs another digit along her slit. That finger joins the other two, stretching her so full it's almost overwhelming.
She reaches down, pulling his hair like a stress ball. It falls like a waterfall from his crown, touching her with the same softness of his hands and lips. Branch crooks all three of his fingers inside her at the same time, Poppy moans aloud, grabbing for either of his horns. Poppy rocks into his mouth, trying to pull Branch closer with her hands.
He treats her like she's fragile, building her up slowly with delicate movements. The roughest motions are the hard strokes of his fingertips against the soft spot in her cunt that has Poppy's eyes screwed shut, absentmindedly arching into him.
Branch uses his tongue to play with her clit, and his hands to fuck gently inside her. Branch pulls her to her orgasm quickly. He leaves Poppy drowning in the feeling of his hands, his mouth, his fingers, his lips. Poppy cries his name. She throws her head back, squeezing around his fingers, and shakes through it.
Branch doesn't stop there, doesn't even let her regain the breath she's lost. His fingers slide out of her cunt, replaced with his thumbs on either side. He pulls her open enough for his tongue to thrust in. His arms come around her thighs, hauling her further into his waiting mouth.
His tongue is just as cold as the rest of him, fucking into her so fast it leaves Poppy chanting a series of "Yes, yes, yes!" Grinding on his face, the rough bump of his nose rubs her clit; it's only enough to tease and not enough to make her come again. Poppy nearly cries when two of his fingers are back inside her, spreading her open for his tongue to work. Branch's thumb comes up to rub quick circles around her clit. Poppy returns the favor by pulling a handful of his hair. She feels the moan in his chest, his throat, the edge of his tongue Branch eats her out like it’s his last meal.
Heart hammering in the pop queen's chest, Branch brings her to a second orgasm. Quicker than the first, it strikes like lightning and leaves her trembling. Poppy falls into the feeling of just him, and the rest of the world fades out.
AN: Guys we're almost at 100 chapters on this story!!!
