Page 79 of His Curvy Distraction

We moved together to the bed, falling onto the mattress with my jeans around my ankles and her bare breasts pressed to my chest. She slid up to rest her head on a pillow, and I groaned at the sight of her, dark hair a halo on my pillow.

I crawled off the bed and got rid of my jeans and boxer briefs, then hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties.

She lifted her hips to let me slide them off her, and I got my first look at all of her.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered.

She reached for me, nodding. “Same.”

My hand went to hers, and she tugged me onto the bed. I stretched out next to her, kissing her and teasing her stomach with one hand. My hand drifted to her breast, drawing faint circles around her nipples before tweaking them gently.

She moaned into my mouth, her hips rising.

I slid my hand down her body, barely touching her until I reached the apex of her thighs. She parted them for me, letting me feel through her curls to her soaked, slick skin.

She moaned again, tightening her fingers on the bedding.

I pressed one finger into her, groaning at the way her body sucked it in. I added a second on my next stroke and brushed my thumb over her clit.

“Omar,” she breathed, breaking our kiss. “Please.”

“Are you already going to come for me?”

“Don’t tease me. Please.”

I kissed her hard, letting her feel my erection against her hip, and wasted no time drawing pleasure out of her body. She writhed against my hand, her hips rocking with each stroke of my fingers into her.

Within seconds, she was moaning and whimpering and pulled away from me to cry out as an orgasm hit her. She clutched at my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin.

“More,” I whispered as she built toward another orgasm.

The second one hit her harder. She rocked with me, then wrapped her hand around my erection and stroked it as she came.

“Inside,” she demanded, trying to pull me into position with her hand on my dick.

“Condom,” I reminded her, rolling the other way to grab one.

“Let me,” she said, rolling with me and reaching for the packet when I took it out of the nightstand.

I handed the condom to her and stood next to the bed.

She looked up at me with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Before I could ask what she was thinking, she wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked hard.

“Fuck, Natalie,” I hissed, unable to stop myself from pumping into her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock, then released me and opened the condom as though she was never sucking my dick.

I counted to ten and thought about budgets while her hand smoothed the condom down my length. She pumped twice, and only stopped when I jerked in her palm.

She laid back down, spreading her thighs and watching me crawl over her.

I positioned myself between her legs, once more wondering how in the hell I got so lucky.

“I want you, Omar,” she whispered.

I locked eyes with her and pushed inside, both of us moaning at the feel of me sinking all the way into her.

“Wow, you feel good,” she breathed.

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