The fireplace can really set a mood on Branch and Poppy.
Warm breaths mingled in the heat not only created by the flames of the open fire in their living room but by the radiating warmth from their skin.
It was a perfect conclusion to a romantic and cozy evening; eventually they had ended up cuddling on the small fluffy carpet and when clothes after clothes the couple had found their way off their bodies, passionate love was all there was left between them.
Branch's thrusts were slow and rhythmical and every time he pressed in deep into her heat he educed a lovely moan from the troll beneath him. Branch loved the sound of every single noise Poppy made but he kept his pace steady, enjoying just how intense the feeling was in this session of slow and considerate love making.
There would be days and nights where passion took over the lovetrolls completely, rough and needy sex evolving and leaving them both breathless and in awe each time. They both had their own preferences, their special likes, though one thing had been certain right from the start; the burning fervor that sparked between them was difficult to tame but they had proven that they were capable of such a thing at evenings like this one exactly.
Poppy held onto the teal troll, everything else but him forgotten, and pressed her nose against his neck while Branch sneaked a kiss on hers. The Pop Queen wrapped her legs around him tightly, keeping him as close as possible and her back would arch up in sheer pleasure every once in a while, the heat building up and leading her to her brilliant peak. Poppy felt how Branch's lips brushed over to her shoulder and from there to one of her breasts where he successfully elicited a soft gasp from the pink girl he loved and afterwards he would glance at her.
Poppy's magenta eyes were clouded from the lust, and used to Branch's hair falling in front of his face very easily she detached one hand from his back so she could brush black strands behind his ear wanting to return the look Branch was giving her. It was a look only Poppy would ever be allowed to see. Nobody else.
“Poppy..” Branch uttered a deep groan, one he muffled with a kiss pressed against Poppy's rosy lips and after he pulled away again, never ceasing in his motions, Branch rested his forehead against hers suppressing a low growl as he whispered, the tension in his voice clearly telling how close to his release Branch was himself. “I love you Poppy.”
“I love you too, Branch … ahh…”
