"Hm?" Poppy mumble, her eyes opening slightly.
They meet the pitch-blackness encasing the room; the only sensation taking over is that of touch, Branch's touch, specifically.
"Oh, babe. Did I wake you up?" Branch mumbles, kissing her shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"What's up, baby?" Poppy ask, turning her head back to face him.
Branch was holding her gently from behind, allowing Poppy to relax into his hold and rest back on his chest. One of his hands had been stroking her arm, lovingly caressing her skin before trailing down to her hip. They'd always slept naked, especially after being intimate, which this specific night had entailed.
"I just…" Branch starts, his voice hesitant behind the pink girl.
Branch presses a gentle kiss to Poppy's ear, the motion and the hair above his lip making her giggle as they rub across her.
"I don't know, just… want you." Branch eventually says, shrugging slightly and pressing another tender kiss to her pink skin, this time along her neck.
"Hm…" Poppy hummed, her heart beating at the tenderness of his lips along her neck. "Branch, I'm sore."
And it was true. Branch was such a soft, loving man, but when it was just the two of them, he let all of his inhibitions loose. He loved being intimate with Poppy, so much so that it often took up hours in the day. Branch delighted in her body, in her smooth skin and feminine curves. Whenever they were in bed, Branch made love to Poppy, over and over again until their bodies could take no more.
"You are? But I was so gentle." Branch says, his brow furrowing a bit in concern.
Poppy huff out a small giggle, turning around in his arms to face him. Gently, she cupped his cheek, smiling to him in the darkness.
"Baby," Poppy start, stroking his chin with her thumb. "It doesn't matter how gentle you are. When you fuck me for more than an hour, I'm always going to get sore."
"Oh," Branch quietly replies, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," the pop queen giggled, "I like it."
Branch grins at this, groaning slightly before leaning over to connect his lips to hers. Poppy welcomed it, guiding his face into her as she nuzzle against each other. The survivalist rolls over her slightly, his one hand moving up to her jawline as his kisses become more intense.
"Oh, babe…" Poppy sighed out, feeling his fully-hard erection rub up against her thigh.
Branch grunts at this, briefly pulling her bottom lip between his teeth.
"I told you I wanted you."
"Branch … I'm sorry." The Pop Queen sighed, still feeling that dull throb inside. "I can't."
The teal troll shuffles back behind her a bit, hugging Poppy tightly in his arms as he peppers her neck and shoulders with sweet, passionate kisses. Branch rubs his hips along her backside, and Poppy bucks back against him, smirking and humming playfully at the slight wetness leaking onto her thighs. Then, Branch reaches down, adjusting himself so he's not sitting up against her cheeks, but forcing himself downward between her thighs.
"What…" Poppy begin to ask, glancing back at him over her shoulder.
"Shh…" Branch coos, looking down at himself as he adjusts. "Let me, can I… can I try this?"
The pop queen wasn't quite sure what he's asking, not at first, anyways. But then he thrusts forward, and she feels it, the slow slide of his cock between her thighs. Branch moans at the sensation, nowhere near as good as her pussy or her throat, but still, it felt good to move against her.
"Mm… Branch." Poppy sighed out, closing her eyes as she feels him begin to rut against her. "Are you feeling needy, baby? Needy for me, hm?" Poppy teased, her voice so soft and sweet.
"Mhm," The survivalist responds, tightening his grip around her waist while pressing his lips to her back.
"Then go on, baby." She coo, reaching back to run her fingers through his hair. "Make yourself cum between my thighs."
Branch moans loudly at this, the vibrations running deliciously along her skin. When he moves a hand down to her stomach, his fingers fumbling with her folds to run along her clit, Poppy stopped him.
"Uh-uh," Poppy sigh out, shaking your head at him. "This is about you, baby, this is for you. I want you to cum."
"Oh, fuck." Branch grunts, his hips moving quicker and quicker as the seconds go by.
"That feel good?"
"Uh-huh, yeah… yes…" he moans, his eyes closing as the pleasure within his body continues to rise.
Poppy moves back against him, pressing her hips back in time with his thrusts. His precum litters the skin between her thighs, allowing him a smoother transition with each shove Branch gives. Poppy makes sure to keep her legs closed, applying more and more pressure to the length throbbing between them.
"Oh fuck," Branch gasps, his lips parting in awe.
"Feel good, honey? Better than my mouth or my pussy?"
"No, fuck no. But it'll do, until I can take you from behind again, it'll do."
"Hm," The Pop Queen purred, smirking in the dark. "Good baby."
Branch continues shoving himself between Poppy's closed thighs, the feeling of her soft flesh making his eyes roll back in bliss. Branch's small grunts and groans send small waves of pleasure down her spine and through her hips. He'd already came three times tonight, and she has absolutely no idea how he could be so worked up to cum a fourth. Suddenly, Branch releases his hold on her, one hand sliding down her stomach and over Poppy's hips, cupping her roughly in his palm.
"Oh…" Poppy moaned out, the gentle sting of his grip only exciting her further.
"Love your body," Branch huffs out, his high nearly there. "You always feel so good, baby, so fucking good…"
Poppy's about to say something, about to tell him how bad she want him to cum, how bad she want to feel it all over her thighs and lower stomach, when he beats her to it.
"Fuck," Branch chokes out. "I'm gonna cum, baby, gonna cum. Stay still, oh fuck, gonna cum between your pretty little thighs."
"Yeah, yeah baby." Poppy immediately replied, encouraging him endlessly as he breathes harshly against her ear.
Branch forces his face into the curve of her neck, moaning into her as Branch jerks against Poppy's naked form. His stubble scratches over her skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Poppy reached behind her, sliding her hands over his hip until she reached his ass. Branch moans boyishly when she scratched lightly over the delicate skin, finally releasing himself onto her body.
It's hot and thick , spurting out from his tip and washing over Poppy's thighs. His tip pulses as he cums, uncontrollably throbbing at the feeling of cumming onto her like this. It rocks through him, relentlessly shooting waves of pleasure through his body and all the way down to his toes.
"Oh gosh , honey." Branch gasps, working hard to catch his breath.
"Branch," The Pop Queen sighed out, smiling through her still-sleepy state. "You liked that baby?"
"Mhm, yes baby. I love you, can we do that more often?" Branch asks, his voice ragged as he comes down from his high.
"If you want, we can do that from now on whenever I'm sore." Grinning and the feel of his lips smiling against Poppy.
"That sounds like a great idea."