“Are you going to stand over me or would you like to reclinewhile you do it?” He folded his arms behind his head to give her completeaccess.
“Oh, well I guess I can lie down too. Yeah, I can do that.”Acting like this was something she’d done a millions times before, she lay downat his side. Hmmmmmm…where to start. Taking her hand and running it along hischest, she felt his stomach muscles tighten up.
“Did that tickle?” Poppy asked in a breathy voice she didn’trecognize as her own.
“No, it felt nice. Do it some more,” he whispered in a softvoice but didn’t move again. She felt he was trying not to scare her off. Heprobably knew her sexual experience was limited, with only having had twopartners in her past.
Stroking his chest and tracing his nipples rewarded her witha breath from his chest that expanded his torso. Taking her fingers and runningthem up and down his stomach muscles, she decided to count and discovered hissix-pack was more like an eight-pack. By the time she was happy with her explorationof his upper torso, she moved her way down with a shaking hand when it came tothe gorgeous vee of his hips. Those were something she had only seen in amagazine and she was drooling at the fantasy of tracing that area becoming areality. Pulling her hand back and making a fist so she wasn’t tempted, shemade a decision…one her lady parts wasn’t too happy about.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I may need tostop if I’m going to hold to the no-sex rule.” Biting her lip, Poppy could not believeshe was going to stop touching the superb manliness in front of her. She feltas if she were going to have to sneak off to the bathroom to masturbate.Clenching her thighs together, she realized, yep…definitely time to stop.
Wheaton could tell Poppy had been holding herself away alittle. And when she had leaned forward to trace his chest, it took all he hadin him to not take her hand and roughly drag it lower.
“Go ahead and rest then. I need to self-pleasure.” Unfoldinghis arms from behind his head, he lowered them to his waist, bumping her nowhard nipples that were close to his side. He started stroking his cock in arelaxed twist and pump of his hand. Watching her face as he did it, he wasaware that she could feel the rumble coming from his chest.
Dragging her gaze away from his strong hand, she noticed hisgaze on her breasts. Poppy’s nipples were already so painfully tight she couldfeel them start to tingle. As the rumble get louder and deeper, she scootedslightly closer so her breasts were touching the arm that was now moving fasterwith his stroking hand. The action was basically allowing him to rub hernipples without actually doing so with his hands. Poppy peeked back down at hishand as he came. She had never wanted to place her lips somewhere so badlybefore. In fact, she hadn’t really ever been a fan of oral sex but watching himstroke his cock made her want to lick every place his hand touched.
Trying to control his breathing and his movements, Wheatonknew he would be unable to hold back his climax. Her hard nipples bumping hisarm with every movement and the scent coming from the haven between her legswere enough to push him over the edge quickly.
Wheaton rumbled loudly as he felt himself come. Instead ofclosing his eyes, he watched her face. Her own gaze was glued to hisnow-softening erection and he was satisfied she seemed to still be on the edge.If watching him self-pleasure had that effect on her, then he would make sureto do it every night. She would not be able to hold out too long before shegave in, if her pink cheeks, rough breathing and red lips were anything to goby.
He rolled slightly away from her, reached into the bedsidecubby and pulled out a towel to wipe his hands and abs. Poppy felt as if shewere panting and one second away from saying “fuck it” when he tossed the toweldown onto the floor, waved his bracelet at the headboard and rolled to his sideaway from her.
“Good sleep, Poppy.”
She heard a sigh and then nothing.
Well holy shit. Poppy rolled onto her side facing the walland punched her pillow a couple times. Wanting to scream into it but figuringthat would scare Wheaton, she compromised with whipping the cover out fromunder her neglected body and kicked it a couple times for good measure. Shetucked the cover around her shoulders, her mind racing as she tried to calm herbreathing and her body. Why had she said no sex tonight? For the life of her,she couldn’t think of one damn reason.
As Poppy tried to get some sleep, she kept thinking ofeverything that had happened that day. It seemed like a whole week had passedsince she’d had her first cup of coffee that morning and she’d need to be onher game tomorrow. She willed her body to calm down and eventually drifted off,but not before she felt Wheaton’s arm slip around her waist and cuddle hercloser.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning came way too soon if the sleep in thecorners of her eyes was an indicator. After a cup of coffee from the generator,Wheaton had been all business when he’d laid out some plans for the day. Firstthing that was on the list was getting Poppy acclimated to life on the ship.Wheaton had taken her to get fitted for a bracelet, which Poppy still had yetto be able to figure out. Inspecting the device, she was unsure how to take iton and off. After she’d fiddled
