The low weak rays of the winter sun slip through a gap in the thick curtain. Poppy's eyes fluttering slowly open, she feels the cool of the bedroom air when she wake and pull the duvet up around her as she turns towards Branch's still sleeping form. His back is facing her and so Poppy slide her arm around him scootching closer to soak up the precious warmth that he's radiating. As Poppy gently runs her hand up and down over his warm stomach Branch stirs a little, giving a deep satisfying hum as Poppy cuddled him tightly. The Pop Queen keeps stroking her fingers slowly over his skin, curled around him like she's the big spoon, so glad it's finally the weekend and they can stay like this for as long as she could want.
Even so, Poppy can't help her fingers dipping a little lower with every pass, and it doesn't take long for Branch's cock to rise and Poppy's hand to bump against it. The Pop Queen smiled and kissed his shoulder as Branch shifts slightly, inhaling and exhaling deeply when her fingertips dance over the teal smooth skin of his thickening shaft.
"Well good morning to you." Poppy whisper, leaning over slightly so you can tug at his earlobe gently with her teeth. The teal troll groans softly, rolling on to his back as she closed her fingers around him and continue the slow lazy up and down motion of her hand.
His eyes are half open and sparkling with warmth as well as mischief and Branch smiles back at Poppy, "G'mornin' sweetheart."
The teal troll turns to face Poppy, propping himself up on one elbow and cupping his hand around the back of her head with his other hand, guiding her into a kiss, his lips slow and easy on her with just a touch of his tongue. Poppy slings her leg over his and his hand travels down the curve of her lower back to rest on her ass as her own trails over his broad chest.
"Mm, you wantin' something pretty girl?" Branch's fingers stroke back and forth over the softness of her ass, eventually very lightly moving to barely brush against the outer lips of her cunt. Poppy pushed back into his hand, openly letting him know she wanted more. Poppy's lips stretch into a lazy smile. "Just you."
"That so?" Branch asks. It has to be a rhetorical question as he's gotta know she's practically a mess of need after only a few tender touches.
The Pop Queen tugs him towards her by the shoulder and Branch carefully braces himself above as Poppy lets her thighs fall open so he can place himself between them. Branch's lips trace over Poppy's shoulder, along her collarbone and up the side of her neck as she bare it to him. Poppy reached down to take hold of him, guiding him inside so easily as his lips find hers, kissing her breath away.
Poppy's eyes almost roll back in her head as Branch sheathes his cock inside like he was made for her. When she goes to sigh out his name all she can manage is a blissful moan when he's seated as deep as he can be.
"Mm, that good huh?" The teal troll teases, kissing Poppy on the cheek as she wrapped her legs around his waist and snake her arms around his neck. One of Branch's hands holds onto her thigh, his fingers gently kneading her warm flesh.
Poppy nodded slowly, a shuddering sigh quivering her lower lip as Branch draws back and then rolls his hips forward, the sensation of the achingly slow drag of his cock intense and almost too much to bear. But she managed, somehow.
Branch nudges the side of Poppy's face with his nose, that low gravelly tone seeping right into her core as he keeps up the slow, rocking pace that prevents Poppy from forming any words. He voices them for her.
"Feel so good baby, you feel so damn good…"
Branch smiles as her teeth graze over his pulse point. "Branchifer…"
Poppy's melting into him, sleepiness still has a soft hold on her. Her fingers weave through his hair lightly scratching his scalp making him growl. He'll often call Poppy out as responsive when they're loving one another, but she also knows the small actions that make him respond in kind. There were multitudes, They could probably spend a lifetime exploring each other and still not find out every little secret there was to know. She wanted to though.
The Pop Queen's mouth is slightly open, feeling boneless as Branch loves her this sweet, sweet way. The pink girl haven't yet let the world in, it's still only the two of them for now, only Branch coaxing all those pretty sounds from her. It feels like he could go all morning long like this, ebbing and flowing like the tide washing over her, an unhurried gradual rising of sensation from deep within.
"Hey sweetheart," Branch brings her focus back to those blue, beautiful eyes of his. "you with me, you okay?"
Sometimes Poppy spaces out, he's used to it.
"Uhuh," The Pop Queen murmured, sliding her hand round to the side of his face. "more than okay…"
The teal troll dips down and kisses Poppy again, slow and languid matching his strokes. He hitches one of her legs higher and shifts up the bed, his cock hitting a new delicious angle that has Poppy grasping at his back. The Pop Queen squeezes him tighter with her thighs and just like a mount Branch speeds up a little. Her moans melt together, filling the room."Goodness, baby, is that what you want, just like that yeah?"
Poppy's quickly back to being nonverbal, almost overwhelmed by the way he's looking into her eyes as she nodded and repeatedly moaned out the utter bliss that words won't do justice to. The Pop Queen plants her palm down on his ass cheek and squeeze, smacking it feeling the vibrations go through her when he grunts approvingly, rolling into her.
"This okay? You wanna switch?"
Poppy shakes her head. "Nuh-uh, need you like this…"
"You got me, baby." Branch says before he mouths along the swell of her breasts as Poppy arched up underneath him, the path of his soft lips and the brush of his chin over her peaked nipples further building her pleasure. Every time Branch thrusts in, more of Poppy's slick wetness is forced out, she thinks she can't get any more aroused but then Branch starts with the praise.
"You're so perfect f'me ain't you? So fuckin' goddamn beautiful darlin'..."
Poppy whimpered, she can't help it.
"yeah, you need some more sweetheart? Wanna give you whatever you need… "
The Pop Queen meet the motion of his hips, looking up almost in a state of awe as he's covering her, always taking such good care of her and reading what herr body is telling him. Branch's fingers slide down to above where they're joined making those sure movements over her sensitive clit that makes her gasp and shake as she cums much more quickly than she expected. Poppy can't hold off, she doesn't want to.
The teal troll has to focus so hard not to follow her with the way Poppy's clenching around him. Branch keeps on going, drawing out her orgasm like it's warm molasses spreading thick and slow over her whole body, kissing every inch of Poppy he can reach, his eyes flitting over her features as Branch gets to witness the purity of Poppy's reaction without the clouding of his own. The Pop Queen's head is tilted back into the soft cradle of the pillow as she vocalise just how good Branch makes her feel, still rock hard and hot inside her, groaning as her legs tighten around him again. There's no telling where they begin and end, he's curled around her, over her, in her, just the way she craves. A closeness for which there is no match.
Branch keeps Poppy high, enfolded in this rapturous pleasure as he moves faster, driving her to another peak. It won't take long, he's hitting Poppy exactly in that spot that makes her crumble to pieces, and his movements are quickly becoming less measured and shallower, kisses with less accuracy but no less passion as they both draw closer.
The Pop Queen curses softly and moaning his name, grabbing his ass and urging him on, hungry to feel him let go so she can watch him too, watch his face begin to contort in the pleasure Branch finds with her. He holds Poppy as if she were made of sand that would just slip right through his fingers. That's what does it for her this time, and she falls apart underneath him again, shuddering and clinging to him and this time Branch follows Poppy, groaning as he thrusts deep, filling her with his spend.
The Pop Queen holds his face in her hands and kiss him as they both come down, breathing hot on each other's glowing skin, puffs of breath turning into soft laughter. Poppy turns onto her side after Branch gently pulls out, propping her head up on her hand as she gazes adoringly at him.
"What?" It's almost a grumble as Branch was stretching out alongside her.
The pink troll can't help the smile that splits her face at his defensive response after he's been so open. It's something that's built into his very being, just another part of him.
"Branch …" she singsong his name as Poppy run her fingers along his bicep.
"Yeah?" The teal troll's face is all gentle confusion as she called his name again, crawling over him to straddle his thighs, running her fingers through the dark curls of his hair.
"Just love you." It's simple, and the words light up his face in a way that Poppy's never tired of.
"Just love you too." Branch responds, shaking his head incredulously at her sweetness as he strokes up her arms. "You wanna go out for some breakfast, sweetheart?"
Poppy can no longer feel the cold of the room, basking in the warmth of this easy love that burned so brightly between them.
"Yeah Branch, I'd really like that."