Page 10 of Cupid Loves Curves

“Oh my God!” I say, my orgasm rising up in me, gaining momentum as it electrifies every nerve-ending in my body. Every stroke, every touch, every kiss from Lance makes me feel more and more, and I’m about to explode.

Lance’s muscular body towers over me as he grinds into me, his cock pushing deeper and filling me up perfectly. His dark eyes blaze with a furious intensity as my body rocks up into his, demanding the release that only he can give me.

“Come for me, Bernadette, come!” He places his arms on either side of me and raises himself up, groaning and gasping for breath as his body slams against mine. “Look me in the eyes!”

I force my eyes to focus on him. Everything else is a blur as pleasure explodes inside of me and my body contracts and releases the tension that’s been building up in me since I first laid eyes on Lance. A whimper comes out of me as my body pushes against his, hugging his cock inside of me.

“Lance,” I call out, my arms wrapping around him tightly and pulling him close to me so that I can kiss him. Our tongues wrestle and I suck at him, relishing my taste on his lips and on his tongue.

Lance pounds into me fast and hard, then cries out my name as his body stills, then shakes hard again as he comes. I kiss him again, my hands never leaving his body.

“You are incredible,” he finally says, his breathing even as he lay beside me. Lance’s arms are wrapped around me and he kisses me gently on my lips.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, kissing his jaw and up to his eyes. He closes his eyes and I softly kiss his eyelids.

“I love you, Bernadette,” Lance says, looking deep into my eyes. “My grandfather always said that when I found the right woman, I would know. Since the moment I opened the door and saw you standing there in the cold, I knew it was you. When you bravely tried my cooking, I knew it was you. Cupid shot me right in the heart that day. You are everything I ever imagined in a woman I’d call my wife. You’re smart, creative, and you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m never letting you go.”

My heart expands and overflows with love as I listen to Lance. Who knew that returning a bundle of old letters could have resulted in this? In returning old love letters, I found love for myself. It was fate that I found the letters and found Lance when I returned them to their rightful home. Lance is my home.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Lance.” I lean up and kiss him slowly, feeling his cock stir against my stomach. “I love you, too. Now that I’ve met you, I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, my love. Are you ready for more?”

“For you, I’m ready for anything.”

“Good. Because this time, we’re taking it slow. Hold on, because we’re in for a long ride. It’s going to be wild.”

“And it’s going to be forever,” I say, finishing his thought. “Now let’s start on forever.”

EPILOGUE

Now, Bernadette, my dear, I don’t know how you did it, getting Lance to be a proper cook, but thank you. When he made lasagna for me when I came home earlier this year, I nearly cried from the gesture. I never imagined he would actually ever prepare me something,” she looks toward the kitchen, to make sure Lance is out of earshot, then lowers her voice to a whisper, “edible, but you made such an impression on him. It was a fabulous meal.”

I blush as I listen to Lance’s grandmother. Even though we’ve become fast friends, I’m still always a little nervous when I’m around her.

“Oh, it’s not that hard, Mrs. Paine.”

“Please, call me Eunice. You don’t need to be so formal. Lance is quite taken with you. You’re part of the family.”

“I’m quite taken with him, too,” I smile, looking toward the kitchen. Lance turned out to be an attentive and quick student, once I started teaching him how to cook. He likes to say it was my instruction, but I think he just needed toseesomeonemaking it, first, instead of working from a cookbook. I’m confident he would have figured it out…eventually. “He’s an amazing man. It was lucky meeting him. I’m sad that your letters were misdelivered and tucked away in my house, but I’m so glad that returning them led me to Lance.”

“I cannot properly tell you how deeply thankful I am to you for finding and, most importantly, returning those letters to me. I remember when those letters didn’t arrive. It was terrifying to think that my love was gone, because he wrote to me every single day. It was such a blessed gift to read those letters. You are a gem for returning them.”

Mrs. Paine reaches out her hand and places it over mine. Being with her reminds me of how my grandmother was kind and supportive. A pang of regret goes through me that I didn’t have the chance to know my grandparents as well as Lance has known his.He’s so lucky to still have his grandmother.

“Do you need help in there, sweetheart?” I call out to Lance. As much as I love him cooking for us, it’s alwaysweirdwhen he’s the one doing the cooking and then loading the dishwasher, too. Though he’s made me swear not to tell his Army buddies that he willingly does dishes.

“No, Bernadette. I’ve got this,” Lance says. He looks so unexpected, this tall, muscular vet, wiping his hands on a towel. As he enters the dining room, he gives me a big smile. “I just have something to do after this, then I’ll join you two lovely ladies.”

I smile as he goes back to the kitchen, my mind filled with lustful thoughts as I see his muscles moving underneath his clothes. It’s been six months, but every night is a fever pitch of love and sexfor us. We just can’t get enough of each other. I’ve discovered muscles on my body that I never knew I had!

“Do you have him fixing something, Mrs. Paine?” I ask, returning my attention to Lance’s grandmother.

For the first time, she looks startled. She glances toward the kitchen, then takes her time responding.

“Something like that, dear. He does have a task tonight, yes.”

“O-kay,” I say, confused by her cryptic answer. She’s always been forthright with questions, but good manners means not pressing her on this, so I don’t.

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