Page 33 of Curveball

“Open them and really look at yourself. I need you to see the beauty I see in you. My stunning wife.”

I slowly peel them open and take in the scene before me.I’m standing naked with my legs spread ever so slightly. The most perfect, gorgeous man is equally naked, physically on his knees in front of me. Worshiping me and my body. The evidence of what my being naked does to him is as clear as day with his massive, engorged, leaking cock pointing at me.

I nod and barely whisper, “I’m…I’m beautiful.”

“Louder.”

I take a deep breath. In a regular voice, I confidently declare, “I’m beautiful.”

“And perfect.”

I let out another breath.

“Say it.”

“And perfect.”

A much bigger smile finds his lips before he buries his face between my legs and begins to lick up and down through me. When he did this to me over four years ago, it was the greatest pleasure I’d ever known. What I’ve learned since is that finding a man who does it well isn’t easy. I’ve never come harder than I did the one and only other time Quincy Abbott did this to me.

He grabs onto my ass and starts to go to town, eating me like a starved man. He moans like I’m doing this to him. I have to grip his sexy curls, as I’m barely able to remain upright.

My legs feel wobbly. I breathe, “I can’t stand anymore. It’s too good.”

Without removing his tongue from me, he crawls until I feel the backs of my legs brush against my bed. He places his hand on my stomach and pushes me down onto the bed.

Still without removing his tongue, he remains on the ground, spreads my legs as wide as they can go, and grabs my thighs for leverage as he drives me into a frenzy with his tongue magically working over my clit.

He moves one hand until I feel his fingers prod myentrance. Teasing me for a moment, he eventually slides two then three fingers into me.

His fingers start to fuck me hard. “Ah, Quincy, it’s too much.”

He mumbles, “You’ll take it.”

And I do. The combination of his thick, long fingers and his tongue has me screaming out. Fuck, he’s deep.

Before I know it, a tidal wave of an orgasm begins to build. Oh my god, it’s big. I’m climbing fast to reach its crest. As if sensing it, he simultaneously pushes in deeper, curls his fingers, and sucks on my clit.

That’s it for me. I have to grip the sheets as my back arches. The bright room goes temporarily dark as I come so fucking hard and long. There’s nothing in the world that could stifle my screams of ecstasy right now.

As I start to drift down off the high, I feel his hand move up my body until it reaches my throat. He only then breaks the contact of his mouth on me and licks up my body.

Now he’s got both hands on my throat as he gets situated between my legs. After applying a slight squeeze, he grits, “Can you take it a little harder than last time?”

I nod eagerly.

“Do you like my hands on your throat?”

I can’t believe I do; I’ve never contemplated it before, but I can’t deny that I get off on his dominance over me in the bedroom.

I nod again.

“Good girl. I knew you would. You like submitting to me.” I catch his crooked smirk just before he brings his lips to mine. Quincy Abbott kisses are my everything. My first, my best, the one I’ve never been able to erase from my mind. In every other aspect, he’s domineering, but his kisses are always so tender and sweet. Any woman who’s blessed with his lips must find it hardto ever kiss another man. I know I do. His slow tongue, his soft lips. There’s something emotional about it. I know he doesn’t love me or have some deep, meaningful affection for me, but he kisses me like he does.

I run my fingers through his curls and latch on, trying to mirror his movements and kiss him back as perfectly as he kisses me.

His thumbs gently massage my neck as his tongue sweeps through my mouth. I feel his cock rubbing through my wetness. Every hard ridge and vein causes tremors to vibrate through my body.

I want him so badly. I mumble, “Quincy, I need you.”

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