Branch usually kept his face clean-shaven every day, and it suited him. But when he decided to grow his beard just to see how it look on him, it was a daily test for Poppy to not attack him like she were a predator and he was the prey. When it finally reached a respectable appearance and length, Poppy couldn't help but run her hands over it and her fingers through it. The beard was a black color despite his fawn-colored hair, but Poppy found it incredibly endearing. She also found it incredibly sexy. It wasn't too long, and Branch kept it trimmed into a neat style. Sometimes, Poppy would often daydream about how it'd feel against the skin of her thighs. It had been a while since Branch had gone down on her, which she didn't mind. Nowadays, they both don't have much time for intimacy, but when they do, it's immediately down to business.
One morning, Branch is getting out of the shower, and Poppy's lounging on the bed. Poppy had already taken her shower, so she was busy flipping through a book she's been reading. Poppy watched as her husband prepares to shave his neck where the stubble has grown noticeable. Getting up from the bed, The pop queen walked to the bathroom, where Branch stands at the sink. Watching as he delicately shaves himself, Poppy wrapping her arms around his torso, careful not to undo the towel around Branch's waist.
"Time for a little maintenance, hmm?" Poppy rested her head on his shoulder, watching his movements through the mirror.
"Yep," Branch says to his wife, leaning his head up to get underneath his chin.
"I think it looks sexy on you," Poppy runs her hands along Branch's stomach and chest, feeling him vibrate as he chuckles.
"I know you do," Branch glances at Poppy in the reflection of the mirror, "You can't keep your hands out of it."
Poppy combs her fingers through his damp hair, "So what? I can't admire my handsome husband?"
Branch laughs through his nose, finishing shaving. The teal blue troll shakes his head as he rinses off the razor in the sink filled with water, "Didn't say that, baby."
"Then what are you saying?"
"I can tell by how you look at me that you love it," Branch smirks.
"Is that so?" Poppy hummed, "You won't do anything about it." The Pop Queen pulls away from her husband and teasingly crossed her arms.
Branch drains the sink, resting his weight on his hands on either side of it, "Get on the bed."
"What?" Poppy blinked in confusion.
"I said for you to get on the bed, sweetheart. Don't make me repeat myself," Branch says, a playful warning look on his face.
Poppy immediately does as she's told, jumping onto the bed and laying against the pillows, legs crossed over one another and her hands intertwined across herr stomach. Poppy patiently waits for Branch to come to the bed, watching him drop his towel before stepping into a pair of underwear. For a moment, Poppy wished he'd just drop the towel and leave it at that.
Branch climbs onto the bed, crawling over to Poppy and sitting beside her legs. Branch places his hands on Poppy's thighs, running his palms up and down her soft pink skin there before pushing them apart. Branch immediately pulls down her lounge shorts, revealing this morning's choice of underwear. A lacy pair of black ones that leave only a little to the imagination. Branch traces the patterns in the lace on her mound, avoiding touching Poppy directly. Her hand reaches down and lovingly pets Branch's hair as his soft blue eyes meeting hers. Branch sneaks his fingers underneath the lace and pulls them down her legs, discarding them as Branch repositions himself back between them.
"Spread them further for me, babe," Branch says, and she immediately obeys his demands, letting her legs spread open wide.
Branch's eyes darken as he stares at Poppy's glistening pussy, all exposed and ready for him to devour. He delicately runs his thumb over her clit, pushing her hood up and back from it to fully expose it. Poppy moaned quietly at the feeling, and Branch used his other hand to open her lips even further before circling her clit with his tongue slowly. The Pop Queen can feel his beard tickling the sensitive skin of her thighs, much like how she figured it'd feel in her daydreams. Poppy's cunt is spread as open as it can go, her legs unable to clamp around Branch's head. He ensures she can't move her legs at all, hooking his arms around Poppy's upper thighs with his total weight on them. Branch begins to lap at the fully exposed bundle of nerves, swirling and flicking his tongue against it. She feel herself getting impossibly wet at the stimulation and the roughness of Branch's beard that is able to reach her inner thighs. He becomes more vigorous, shaking his head and moving it around as he licks, his facial hair scrubbing her skin.
"Feels so good baby," Poppy managed to whimper out loud, her fingers curled firmly in her husband's hair.
Branch hums in response, the vibrations hitting her clit perfectly as he sucks it into his mouth. He lets his teeth graze it as he releases it from his lips, letting his tongue slip downward toward Poppy's weeping entrance. Branch starts to lap at the gathered arousal, letting his tongue fuck into his wife. If she could move her hips right now, she would. But the way he is pressing his weight onto her thighs keeps Poppy from being able to move much. Branch's eyes meet Poppy's again, and she let his darkened irises bore into hers as he tongues at her spongy walls. Branch moves a hand out from around Poppy's thigh, shifting her leg onto his shoulder as he lightly pinches her bundle of nerves between his fingers. She cried out, wishing she could grind against his face.
Branch raises his eyebrows at Poppy, not letting his tongue leave her cunt.
"I wanna ride your face baby," Poppy begged, pushing his other arm off from around her thigh.
Branch then grabs her other leg and places it on his shoulder, sitting up as he motions for Poppy to slide him a pillow. He puts it under her back, letting her pelvis tilt upward at a different angle. Branch digs his fingers into her thighs, his beard now flush against them as Branch runs his tongue up Poppy's slit and around her clit again. He shakes his head as he flattens his tongue against her, his spit mingling with her endless arousal. The mixture is coating his facial hair, causing it to spread along Poppy's inner thighs. The delicious burn of his hair scraping against the queen turns Poppy on even more as she moves her body up and down on Branch's tongue. He reaches a hand out to prod at her entrance, letting two fingers easily slip inside her. She let out a high-pitched moan at the stretch, her hips stuttering as Poppy grinds on Branch's face and fingers.
"So good for me," Branch mutters, pulling away from Poppy to focus on fucking her with his fingers, "Thighs all red from my beard. Is this what you wanted?"
Poppy nodded, wordlessly slamming herself on Branch's fingers as he adds a third, letting them thrust into her simultaneously. Poppy couldn't focus on forming words as the growing warmth in her belly outweighed every other sense. Branch bites harshly at her thighs, where redness is already showing. The sound of Poppy's arousal and Branch's spit squelching around his fingers fills the room with his quiet pants and her wanton moans. Branch watches as Poppy's cunt leaks onto the sheets, and he adds a fourth finger, fucking her with his hand without any signs of stopping. The Pop Queen cried out, fucking herself onto Branch's hand as hard as she can, her orgasm creeping up on her. Branch sucks Poppy's clit between his lips, harshly suctioning the bud and flicking his tongue against its tip. Branch curls all four of his fingers inside her against her g spot, causing Poppy to quickly unravel. She let out a guttural moan, feeling herself gush around his fingers and onto his face. Poppy looked down at Branch, who isn't letting up on his thrusts, repeatedly brushing his fingertips along her spot inside, making her body quiver as another squirting orgasm comes over her. He graciously laps up her arousal, his beard and perfect lips glistening.
"God," Poppy gasped, letting her body relax into the bed as Branch pulls his hand out of her, his mouth still attached to Poppy's soaked pussy, licking up everything he can.
"I should eat you out with this beard all the time if you're gonna cum like that," Branch sucks off his fingers.
Poppy grabbed his wrist, stopping him before he can entirely clean off his fingers and take them into her mouth. The taste of herself and Branch's saliva coats her tongue as her eyes meet his. Branch groans, the bulge in his underwear becoming more painful at the sight of Poppy tasting her own squirt.
"Don't think we're done," The Pop Queen chuckled as she nibble at Branch's fingers, "It's your turn to lay down now." Branch immediately layed flat on his back as Poppy seductively took off his boxers that had a prize waiting for her