Poppy pulled James against her using her firm yet demure force, causing his body to cement her between his own physique and the cold wall that supported them both. The soft breeze that brushed upon them both had managed to soothe the way their skin yearned for each other in a blissful burning. James desired more, as did she-but his body had betrayed him as he developed a large bulge that rose from between his lower thigh; a rather distracting and arousing extension from his body. Her hand lowered to access this growth and instead of allowing himself the immediate pleasure, he longed to continue with this kiss. His tongue grazed her bottom lip, requesting for a dual interlock of a French kiss. When granted this connection, James grew painfully aroused, yet distracted by her fingers pulling
