"Mm," Poppy murmurs drowsily, stirring, as she feels the shuddering coolness of Branch's breath tickling against her skin, causing goosebumps to prickle all over. She smiles softly as she mussles her fingers through his disheveled mess of curls, "Good morning, handsome." The Pop Queen greets, prying her bleary eyes open in favor of looking at his face.
Though his eyes are still glossed with sleep, she could see the mirth gathering in his lidded pupils as he stared at her, his gaze smothering and adoring. The right corner of his mouth tuts upward sheepishly, in a smirk upon hearing her words of affection. "Handsome?" Branch posits coquettishly, raising an amused eyebrow up at her.
She feels the reverberations of his body as he chuckles softly, the bed shifts as he moves closer towards her.
His large hand smooths over the slenderness of her stomach, gliding upward until he reaches her waist. Branch's 's thumb caresses soft strokes against her pink skin. "I've barely touched you and you're already revved up," The teal troll teases, noticing the way her body lurched forward when his fingers sneakily prowled their way under the flimsy material of her nightgown.
Poppy chuckles breathlessly as her tongue swiped over the plumpness of her bottom lip, lubricating it.
"Yeah, well, you seem to have that affect on me." She mutters, sinking her teeth into the plush skin of her lip when she feels the padding of Branch's thumb teasing her erected nipple. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and a moan spills through her parted lips.
The teal troll nudges closer, pampering open mouthed kisses along her clavicle then sucking delicately on whatever exposed flesh his mouth could reach.
Poppy shivers at his coquettish onslaught, the seating of her underwear moistens in avidity as her libido increases with every raffish kiss and touch that he careens on her body. His scalp burns at the feeling of her fingers sinking and tugging at the hairs on his head, the gesture unmistakably lets him know that she's needy for his mouth against hers again.
Branch's lips travel in a salacious path against the slickness of Poppy's skin, kissing her shoulder, pecking a gentle kiss against her forehead, pampering a chaste kiss against her nose before eventually, making their way back down to her wanton mouth. The taste of her is still fresh on his lips from their sexual tryst last night, it makes her moan loudly at the memory.
Poppy's eyes flutter, she's looking down into his eyes with this recognizable look of lust and enamor a look that was always reserved for him. Her fingers were still sunk into his hair, now softly stroking his curls.
Branch hums under his breath at the gentle touch. Another lazy smile curls on his lips as he leans down and presses a kiss against her chest. His mouth migrated over to her breast where he can see her erected nipple prodding through her silk nightgown. Branch's hands slowly push the shirt upward, revealing the smoothness of her beautiful skin.
He continued to push the shirt up until he's met with the sight of her breast. He pecked a simple kiss in between the valley of her breasts before eventually cupping his puckered lips around one of her nipples. His tongue laps around the sensitized nub, teeth roughly nips and tugs at it as Poppy writhes helplessly beneath him.
"Branch!" The Pop Queen moans, in delight, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She always loved how deft his tongue was, how Branch was able to have her so plaint and wanton with just a simple swipe of his tongue.
"Yes, baby?" The teal troll murmurs, his tongue now retracting from around her nipple in favor of licking down her body. He's descending downward, moving towards the destination where Poppy desired and ached for him the most.
His soft, umber colored eyes flickered upward meeting her gaze as his hand teasingly hovered over the waistband of her shorts. Poppy lifted her hips, pressing herself against his face wanting him to proceed. Branch smirks again, coyly, at the affect he had on her and the way her body responded to his touch.
Branch nearly drowns in the saccharine smell of her arousal seeping through her underwear. He pulls her shorts down, absentmindedly tossing the fabric aside. The teal troll groans gutturally at the sight of her underwear; they were damp with her wetness, a big wet spot stained the front of the black lacy undergarments.
"Jeez, you're killing me Poppy " The teal troll mutters, fingers reaching down to tug the underwear down her curvaceous hips. He's careful as he pulls them down, not wanting to savagely rip them off of her like he's done in previous encounters. (The Pop Queen has scolded him for that, saying that her underwear were too cute for him to keep tearing up.)
"You keep ripping up my underwear, there's gonna be problems between us." Poppy had warned him, raising a challenging eyebrow and pointing a finger at his chest. So from that day onward, Branch had been careful and cautious about removing her underwear at Poppy's volition.
When the underwear's tangled around her ankles, the pink troll reaches down and mindlessly flicks them aside, tossing them somewhere in the forgotten mix with her shorts.
Branch eases her back down onto the mattress, steadying a hand against her stomach. Poppy feels her stomach flutter in an anxious avidity when she feels the huffs of his breath tickling against her skin. The stumble on his chin from where he'd freshly shaven yesterday is rough against her skin and scratches her thighs as he leaves a trail of wet open mouthed kissed along her inner thigh.
"So beautiful." Branch says, in between kisses. A hand reaches down and slides underneath her thigh, lifting it up so that it's wrapped around his shoulder.
The Pop Queen places the other leg atop of his shoulder, wiggling her hips and steadying herself in place. He's going so tantalizingly slow, wanting to savor this moment and enthrall her body in appreciation. She loves that about him, how he's always so gentle, caring and attentive with her. It makes her want him even more.
Poppy's hips lurch forward at the feeling of his lips lingering towards the center of her apex, he's so close to where she wants him. "Branchifer!," The Pop Queen whines, wanting him to do something, anything . She's throbbing in want so much that it's driving her insane. They'd just had sex last night and yet it still feels like she's been deprived of his body for so long. She was craving his touch, his tongue. His body.
A kiss is imprinted on her inner thigh, wet and soft.
His hands reach up, fingernails dig into the skin of her thighs. She'll have bruises tomorrow, but that caring, like anything else but the feeling of Branch, went out of the window. His mouth finally presses against her swollen cunt. His tongue raffishly licks at her slick arousal sheen folds.
The Pop Queen shudders, a content gasp falls from her parted lips.
Poppy smells and tastes so sweet that Branch's nearly drowning in her. Her hips thrust upward again, his tongue pleasures her clit again, licking, lapping all of her sweet juices. Poppy's laying atop of the bed, body shivering and trembling with desire and pleasure, fingers roughly gripping the sheets. She's got her lips pressed together tightly to suppress the loud moan that was threatening to leave her lips.
Branch furrows his face further into her center; now heeding at the sensitized nub. His mouth traces along her insides as he savored in her nectar.
The Pop Queen's so close; Branch can tell by the way she's twisting her fingers deeper around the bed sheets and the way she's throbbing against his tongue. The Pop Queen makes an incoherent noise and sinks her fingers into his hair again for better support.
Branch got her right where he wants her on the precipice of her orgasm. He continued to lick her, wanting to get her just at the edge of her arousal so that when he does finally bury himself inside her that he can milk her completely boneless and dry when she does cum.
"Branch, Ahh, m'gonna–" The Pop Queen stammers incoherently, averting her gaze down at him. Poppy can see her wetness sheening and dripping messily down his chin. He looked so hot and debaunched it was driving her insane.
She's shuddering again, goosebumps prickle up her arm as Branch seizes her to her orgasm. The Pop Queen closes her eyes, plopping her head back down onto the fluffy pillow. She's sitting back up, shooting a confused gaze down at him when his mouth suddenly retracts away from her. Sitting up on her elbows, Poppy watches as Branch wipes his mouth with the back of his hands.
"As much as I would love to have you cum in my mouth," He begins, reaching down and pulling at the hem of his shirt and tossing it somewhere on the floor. "I need to be inside of you right now or I'm gonna lose my mind."
His initial plan of teasing her of her orgasmic release had began to backfire. Hearing the noises that she was making, smelling her, tasting her, all of it was making Branch more horny than he already was. His cock, rigid and straining against his pajama bottoms leaked messily of precum at the delicious taste of Poppy. It was painfully throbbing and curled hotly against his thigh, needing to be free of its confines and buried deeply inside of her.
The teal troll rids himself out of his pajama pants in a haste, his plaid boxers follow in suit.
Poppy's mouth salivates at the sight of his cock; thick, tip wet and red with milky precum oozing from the head. It's curled against his thigh, some of the cum drips onto her stomach as Branch hovered over her.
His hand reaches out to cradled her face, he tilts her head upward so that he could meet her in a slow, passionate kiss. Poppy moans at the taste of herself as it passes back and forth between them on their tongues.
Branch fluctuated her with delicate kisses, his insistent mouth marring against hers in a languid fervor. Branch nudges her legs apart with his knee as he settles himself between her thighs. The Pop Queen wraps her legs tightly around his waist, the heels of her feet dig into his ass cheeks as Branch continues to move closer.
A breathy moan emanates from both of them at the friction of Branch's cock teasingly brushing against her slit. The Pop Queen bites down on his bottom lip, desperately wanting more of the contact.
Reaching between both of their sweat slicked bodies, he grabs ahold of his throbbing cock and smears the precum with the padding of his thumb. He pecks Poppy's kiss-swollen lips with another kiss as Branch slowly began to prod himself inside of her.
"ohmygod," The Pop Queen shivers, feeling his thick cock filling inside of her, stretching her as he shifted his hips and prodded further until she bottomed him whole.
"Poppy," He groans, his forehead falls to her shoulder. Poppy feels so good, tight and warm around him. His breath is hot against her skin as he whispers her name.
Branch, after giving her and himself time to adjust incites the first with a fluid thrust. His pelvic bone grazes against hers as he thrust his hips; extracting and burrowing back inside of her seeping warmth. Poppy reciprocated with a thrust of her own, lifting her hips slightly off of the bed as she rolls her hips against his.
"Hnn," The teal troll grunts, his balance nearly staggering at the feeling of her squeezing her inner thigh muscles together. Branch swallows, thickly, emphasizing the rotation of his hips. "Y-You're amazing, you know that?"
Poppy snorts, playfully rolling her eyes at the sentiment though her heart swells in enamor.
Her hand reaches up, brushing a loose strand of hair that matted against his forehead as she hummed. She pulls his face down, kissing him deeply. "We've been married for two years now and I still get you all flustered. The Pop Queen teases, whispering against his mouth.
Branch chuckles, "Won't matter how long we're together, I'm still gonna be amazed by your beauty." He comments and she feels her heart flutter.
The Pop Queen's retracted from her reverie by the shallow cant of Branch's hip and his cock pistoning deeper inside of her, nestling against her hilt. He leans down, kissing her chin.
Poppy feels content, loved in this moment. She can tell the way he's feeling by the way he expressed each thrust with fervor.
Sweat gathers on his forehead, dripping down his face. Poppy can taste the bittered saltiness of it in between their kisses.
"I love you," Poppy declares, pulling away from the kiss so that she could look in his eyes.
"I love you," The teal troll repeats the sentiment instantly, slotting his mouth over hers again. "So much."
Branch whimpers when he feels her clenching around his cock, nearly engulfing him whole. She's almost there. So is he.
Deciding to switch the position, Branch grabbed Poppy's hip, holding her in place as he sat upright on the bed making it so that she was straddling his lap. She's sitting on top His large hands grip her waist. Poppy lifts up and slowly sinks back down onto him. It's perfect, the way his cock curls deeply inside of her like it was made to fit just for her. Branch pulls her closer so that their chests are pressed flush up against each other's.
Their chests heaved as they continued to make slow, sweet love.
Kisses decorate her shoulder as Branch murmurs words of appraisals to her. His hips lift as he meets her thrust for thrust.
Her curls are curtaning messily over her face, Branch pushes her hair out of her face and gives her a sheepish smile. Poppy rolls her hips, grinding down harder on him causing another groan to fall from his lips.
Her inner thigh muscles are sore from stretching so widely.
The sound of their slicked skin along with the his balls smacking against her ass and their soft moans ricocheted in the room.
"I'm–"
"Me too," The teal troll breathes ruggedly, his grip on Poppy's hips loosening as he feels his stomach clenching.
Poppy's toes curl, her cunt throbs, head lolls back in pleasure as she feels it creeping up on her. "Yes! Right there!" Branch steadies his pace, thrusting up into her, as he now inserted his finger along in the mix.
She's almost there–The teal troll emphasizes each thrust, fucking into her with complete abandon.
Then, finally, finally , she cums, falling completely apart, shuddering and shivering as it spills out of her. Poppy's head falls onto Branch's shoulder as he continued, grunting, and fucking. He murmurs a profanity under his breath as his orgasm is sought. His cum spewing messily over both of their thighs.
Branch's face is flushed, sweat drenches his face. His chest is still heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
The Pop Queen's body tremble against him. She turns her head and looks up at him, smiling softly. "That was a good way to start off the morning."
The teal troll hums in agreement, a smile wide across his face. "Mm." Branch brushes a thumb against her his cock, this angle gives them both better access.