My Only Exception (gxg)

Part 13

"Please, just fuck me already."

"I think you deserve that," Poppy replied teasingly, and she then removed her fingers, and moved her body down, pulling down my underwear as she did so.

I closed my eyes, eager for Poppy's mouth to be on me. I desperately needed her, to the point where it was overwhelming.

Poppy's tongue flicked my clit, and I gasped at the sensation. She lightly flicked her tongue a few more times.

I lifted my hips against her tongue, indicating I needed more, now.

Poppy obliged, and a moan escaped me as she put her whole mouth on me and sucked my pleasure point.

"Oh, fuck, Poppy," I moaned.

Poppy was good at this. She was pulling me in closer by my inner thighs, and I practically saw stars as she relentlessly licked and lapped me up, and my head rocked back against her pillow.

Feeling my climax build between my legs in hot, needy pulses, I gripped Poppy's bed sheets, knowing that a wave of pleasure was about to rock over me.

"Fuck, I'm about to- "

"That's it, Delilah, come for me," Poppy said softly.

Moans escaped me as my climax peaked, and Poppy continued to expertly use her tongue, increasing all of the sensations of the orgasm.

"Oh my god, Poppy, fuck," I gasped as I finished.

My legs felt boneless as I lay on Poppy's bed, attempting to catch my breath.

Poppy's mouth was wet as she moved back up, and she said to me, "I take it you enjoyed that?"

I couldn't help but laugh, and I was surprised when Poppy laid down next to me on her bed and gave me a gentle kiss, running her thumb over my cheek.

I normally would have pulled away, but I let the kiss happen.

When Poppy and I pulled away, I could tell that she was blushing.

"Sorry, I just wanted to kiss you again," she said to me.

"No need to apologize, Poppy," I said back softly.

Poppy settled next to me, and I put my arm around her.

You don't normally do this, Delilah.

And you shouldn't be, especially not with Poppy.

To my surprise again, Poppy cuddled up against me, her face in the crook of my neck.

"I'm not usually a cuddler," I said to her.

"Neither am I."

However, the both of us stayed put.

"Can I ask you something?" Poppy inquired softly.

"Sure," I nodded.

"I've noticed you don't drink alcohol. May I ask why?"

I tensed up at the personal question, and Poppy said quickly, "You don't have to tell me."

"It's okay, I will. Two reasons. The first being that it mixes with medications I take, and that makes me not feel good. The second being, my mom is an alcoholic. A highly functioning one, but she's an alcoholic. I don't want to wind up like her."

"I'm sorry," Poppy said back to me, "That must be really tough."

"It's especially tough because she doesn't even acknowledge or admit it."

"Like a true addict."

"Exactly," I nodded.

I paused before asking Poppy, "Can I ask you something personal as well?"

"It's only fair."

"How is your dad doing? You said he's pretty sick with cancer."

"Not very good. He has brain cancer, he's been holding on for a long time, but his body is giving out."

"I'm so sorry, Poppy," I said, meaning it.

"Thank you, I appreciate that," Poppy said with a sad element to her tone, "If I'm being honest, I wasn't the closest with my dad growing up. My parents are divorced. But since he got diagnosed, I've tried to improve my relationship with him."

"I think that's really good," I said, lightly stroking Poppy's hair, "I'm just sorry your family is in this situation."

"I have three younger siblings, they're all taking it pretty hard. Especially my brother Chris who lives with me. Do you have any siblings?"

"I don't. It's just my mom and I."

"No dad in the picture?"

"Never has been. When my mom was 23 years old she had a one night stand, told the man that she was pregnant, and he wanted nothing to do with me. My mom told me his name when I was 16, and I looked him up. He has his own family now."

I cannot believe I am actually telling Poppy of all people about my dad.

What the fuck is happening?

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," Poppy said to me, "What a dickhead."

"That's a great way to describe him. There was no way in hell I was going to reach out to him, just to likely get rejected."

Poppy paused and then said, "It's crazy how for months we've hated each other. Yet we knew nothing about each other. All you knew was that I hurt your best friend."

"I'm learning that you're much more than that."

"I'm glad you think so. I'm learning that you're much more than her possessive best friend."

I chuckled, "Fuck you."

"I think you just did. And you enjoyed it."

"That's an understatement."

I felt Poppy smile against my shoulder, and she then said, "I assume Emily knows nothing about this."

"Nothing," I said, "I won't lie, I feel really fucking guilty."

"But not guilty enough to resist me?"

"I guess not," I said softly.

"I'd like to do this again, Delilah."

I hesitated before speaking my true feelings.

"So would I, Poppy."