That was two months ago, and there had been a few more bumps in the road. Poppy had spent a full week helping to pack up her mom’s place. It had been sentimental at best. Her mom had wanted to fawn over every item pulled out of storage, but Poppy hadn't wanted to keep barely anything from her childhood.

As Ryan looked around her empty apartment, he was amazed at how far they’d come. “Hey,” he said lowly. “Last chance. One more tryst in this place? For old times' sake?”

She giggled and looked around. “There aren’t even any curtains left!” she said. “What if someone sees?”

“What if they do? What are they going to do? Kick us out?” He pulled her closer and kissed her deep. “And besides, since when do you care if anyone sees? You’ve been an exhibitionist from the start.” She blushed, but as always, she responded with her whole body.

Ryan unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. “Naughty girl,” he said as he looked down and saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were already hard. As he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her hips, he hoisted her onto the kitchen counter. “Remember the first time we did this here?” he asked. He nibbled from her full lips down to her chin and across her throat.

“Mmm,” she responded. Her shoes fell to the floor and he whipped the jeans off of her. “I want to watch you play with yourself,” he told her suddenly.

“What?” she asked. Her eyes shot open. “Ryan! Come on, it’s the middle of the day.”

“You come on,” he said. “Give me a show… show me how it’s done.” He stepped back until the fridge hit his back.

In nothing but knee-high socks, she pushed herself back onto the counter. Her legs were spread wide and feet perched on the edge. Poppy sucked briefly on two of her fingers and started to circle her clit. She never broke eye contact, even when her thighs began to quiver.

When she started to play and pull at her nipples with her other hand, he pulled his shirt off and unzipped his jeans. Ryan started to stroke himself as he took in her incredible beauty. She was completely shaved, her center bright pink and engorged. Even from steps away, he saw how wet she was. He’d give anything to lick her up and bury himself in her. Not yet. Not yet, he told himself.

Her eyes moved to his hand as he stroked himself a little faster. “I want to watch you come,” he said.

“I want you…”

“Come first,” he said. She dipped one of her fingers into herself. When she pulled it out, the stickiness left a string of wetness from her fingertip to her deepest crevice. She used it as lube and started to rub her clit even more furiously.

“Wait a minute,” he said.

“Ryan, please—”

She stopped, but clearly wasn’t happy about it. “Here,” he said, and reached into the drawer to pull out a pink dildo she’d never seen before.

“You planned this!” she said with a laugh.

He shrugged. “So what if I did? Go on,” he said. “I want to watch you use it.”

She chewed on her lip and started to rub herself again. Poppy sucked on the pink shaft first, and he imagined it was him she had her tongue curled around. She reached her hand under her thigh and held the toy at her opening. “Like this?” she asked him with a smile.

“Don’t be a tease,” he said. She laughed and slid it halfway into her. “Oh, God,” she said as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

“Look at me,” he said, and she locked eyes with him again. As he watched her fuck herself, his cock began to throb. She pushed her groin against his gift and circled her clit with fervor.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said. He could tell she was getting close, and her knees began to come together. “Spread your legs,” he told her, and she snapped them back open. “Let me help you with that,” he moved toward her and took the toy from her hands. He moved it expertly, and her whole body started to shake.

“Ryan,” she whispered, “I’m coming.” He pulled the toy out of her and she cried out. She squirted her orgasm and called out his name. Droplets sprayed his chest lightly, though he was several inches away.

“You’re incredible,” he said. He released his shaft to spread her wetness across his chest. She was limp and weak, but he knew her body. It would only be a few minutes before she was ready to go again.

“You didn’t come,” she said.

“I only come in you,” he replied, and lowered his face to lick the arousal from her thighs. Whenever he got close to her clit, she shivered and he backed off. He’d never get tired of seeing her come. Every time, it was like the first.

Ryan dipped his head even lower and brought his mouth to where her lips hung over the counter. Just a few flicks with his tongue, and he encouraged drops of her come to fall into his mouth.

He stood up and loosely draped her legs around his waist. As he kissed her deeply, she transitioned from sleepy kisses to ones steeped in passion. When the tip of his cock brushed against her folds, she responded and dug her heels into his backside to bring him closer. “That’s my girl,” he said.

They both looked down at the small distance between them, and he slid his tip across her clit. She groaned. “How badly do you want it?” he asked.

“More than anything.” She smiled up at him.

When he slid into her, it felt like home.