Running From Love by Maggie Marr

He wouldn’t hold back much longer. She stroked her mouth down him with faster movements that took all of him. Every muscle in his body tightened. She gently pulled and flipped onto her back. He kneeled above her. She adjusted him so each of his knees was on either side of her.
    Jesus. Sweet Jesus. His whole cock was in her mouth. Her hair a wave around that beautiful face. Those full lips took all of him deep into her throat. She widened her mouth for more. The vision of this beautiful woman whom he loved with her mouth wide and his cock deep in her throat. The vulnerability of the position. The surrender. The heat. Fuck.
    Her hands held his hips. She pulled him and he leaned forward, slowly pressing deeper into her throat. The liquid heat. His balls tingled. Not long. Not long.
    “Fuck, Poppy, this is …” He couldn’t speak. He slid his cock from her mouth. A shiver pulled down his spine. Her hands held him tight and he stroked back into the wet suction of her mouth. “Fuck, this is amazing!”
    Her hands clasped him and her nails dug into the flesh of his ass. Her mouth closed around him again. Her eyes widened and he pulled back, fear that he might hurt her clutching his belly, but her hands urged him on. She pulled him closer, his cock going even deeper into her throat. Her tongue wrapping around his shaft. She gently squeezed his balls and the heat tore through his body. Control was lost.
    “Oh Poppy, baby, baby, I’m going to come.” He leaned back to pull his cock from her mouth, but she grasped him tight. Her tongue licking and stroking the side of his cock. Every muscle in his body hardened. The hot come thrashed through him and shot deep into her throat. She licked and swallowed around his cock. A hard shiver pulsed through his body. He pulled his sex from her mouth. He leaned forward and kissed her. Pulled her into his arms.
    “Baby, oh, my God, Poppy, that felt so good.”
    She turned onto her side and stretched out beside him. His fingers ran over her long curly hair. Her flesh hot against his. How impossibly beautiful she was. He pressed his lips to the tip of her nose. A sigh claimed him and warmth flooded his chest. This. Moments like this with Poppy in his arms were how he wanted to spend his entire life. Nothing mattered. Money, no money, job, no job—as long as she lay alongside him for every night of his life, he would be content.
    His hand pressed down her side, to the curve of her waist. Her lips kissed his and soon his sex sprang upward, ready again to claim this woman. He would never grow tired of Poppy. Couldn’t tire of her. This heat, a sultry sort of confidence, came off of her always, plus an ungraspable presence, as though she were quicksilver at her essence and would slip through his fingers should he grasp her too tightly. He scooped her breast into his hand and leaned forward. He pulled that taut bud of a nipple deep into his mouth.
    “Oh, Trevor.” Her moan nearly unraveled him. To hear her voice ripe with pleasure.
    She rolled onto her back and he moved above her. His forearm pressed to the mattress beside her head as he suckled her breast. He released her nipple and moved to her other breast. His hand drifted down her skin to her curls and again his fingertips found her clit. Soft, wet, still engorged with desire. He circled and her hips thrust up.
    “Trevor, please, oh my God, Trevor, I want you in me.”
    He positioned himself over her and spread her thighs. The head of his cock nudged the tight ring of her entrance, smooth and warm and wet. He pressed forward. Heat gathered in the base of his spine. Desire to thrust in hard and fast, and to sheath his cock to its root, nearly overcame him. He pushed forward slowly into the smooth tightness of her sex.
    “Yes, oh my God, yes.” She wrapped her legs around him, her feet pressing against the tight muscles of his ass. Her fingers clawing into the muscles of his back.
    “Please, harder, oh my God, harder!”
    He couldn’t