Page 84 of His Curvy Distraction

His eyes closed like he’d been worried about my answer. When they opened, the dark brown drew me in.

“You were worried.”

He nodded. “You’re not the only one who struggles to date, Natalie. All night I’ve been wondering if I’d wake up alone or hear you trying to sneak out or if you’d avoid eye contact in the morning and make up a reason you had to leave immediately.”

I shook my head and moved closer to kiss him. I poured all the thoughts I was having into my kiss. About how much I enjoyed our night and how worried I was that I was falling for him. I kissed him with every shred of passion I was feeling.

And he responded in kind.

I crawled on top of him, feeling bold and sexy. His erection flattened under my body, the hard ridge of his cock hitting my overly sensitive clit. I moaned, my hips shifting to increase the friction.

“Use me, Natalie,” he growled, his gaze trained between our bodies.

He pushed me up with his hands, holding on and supporting me while I rocked on his cock.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“Yes, Natalie.”

I kept going, letting the feel of his erection on my clit drive me forward. Closer and closer, faster and faster, I rode his erection, taking what my body needed from him.

“Omar,” I whispered, tipping from sane to not. My movements were frantic, demanding, taking everything from him.

“Fuck, Natalie. You’re beautiful. Keep coming for me.”

“Inside. I want to feel you inside.”

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand. I lifted myself off him, making a move to roll over. “Stay,” he commanded, that delicious shiver racing down my spine.

I watched as he rolled the condom on, then positioned myself over him. He held himself still while I sank onto him, my first orgasm making it easier for him to slide into me.

He thrust up as I sank deep, and we both moaned. “Fuck me,” he groaned.

“Yes,” I replied.

He grabbed my hands again, supporting me as I started to move. His gaze went back to where we were joined, watching himself slide in and out of my body.

“I wish I could see what you’re seeing.”

“I wish you could, too. I love seeing my dick disappear into you. Watching you stretch to let me in. Accepting me. Then watching my dick appear again, your body holding on like you don’t want to let me go.”

“I don’t.”

He looked up at me and smiled. “I’m not going anywhere, Natalie.”

“Good.”

He sat up, bringing me closer and kissing me hard.

The closeness made it harder for me to move, but I didn’t care. I had him. Right there, I had him. And he had me. Heart and body, I was his.

He fell back onto the mattress and thrust up into me. I gasped at the feel of him, and he did it again and again.

I met him with every stroke, matching his pace and losing my mind as our bodies slapped together and my heart traveled into his body. He owned it now. He owned me.

“Natalie,” he groaned.

My gaze snapped to him, and I saw the same feelings reflected back at me. Love. Desire. Lust.

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