Page 20 of Cupid Loves Curves

Aaron moves his body over mine and I shudder as I feel him pressing against my core. I spread my legs even further, offering myself up to him. I never want to share myself with another man. He lowers his body over mine and presses into me, making me cry out because he’s so big.

“Is that too much?” His voice is rough, but he stops moving.

“It is, but don’t stop.” I wrap my arms around Aaron and hug him tightly as I push my hips up and take him deeper inside of me. Every stroke of his thick cock rubs my g-spot so perfectly and every nerve ending of my body feels ready to explode in perfect pleasure.

A wild look comes into Aaron’s eyes as we move our bodies and push each other closer and closer to orgasm. An unfamiliar sensation builds within me and I realize the orgasm gathering force is more powerful than I’ve ever experienced. My body bucks wildly against Aaron’s, desperately needing him deeper as he strokes my g-spot perfectly with his thick cock.

“Oh my God, yes! Right there!” I can’t help but scream as Aaron plunges deeply into me and I rock my body against his faster and faster, needing him deep filling me up as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. My body shakes as pleasure lights up every atom of my being and I scream his name. I wrap my legs around Aaron’s waist, holding him deep inside of me and he keeps pumping, andthen he’s calling out my name as his body shakes and he comes, too.

“I think this is my favorite Valentine’s Day, ever,” I say, smiling as Aaron pulls me closer to him as we lay side-to-side on the bed. He puts one of his legs over mine. I love how it feels like he’s being possessive of me, like he feels I’m worth giving everything to. He reaches out and takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together so that we’re holding hands.

“This is most certainly the best Valentine’s Day. I love you, Abby. You came out of nowhere and have upended everything I thought I wanted in life. We have a long, happy future in front of us.”

I kiss Aaron deeply, thankful that I was brave enough to accept the assignment from my agency. I thought it would be the worst gig ever, but it has gone so much better than I ever would have imagined. Not only have I regained the rights to my mom’s album, but I’ve found something so much more surprising and important – I found love.

“I love you, too!”

EPILOGUE

We did it, baby,” Aaron whispers in my ear as we take our place on stage, behind the podium.

Standing next to Aaron’s side, my body shakes with emotions as I fight back tears. It’s a miracle I didn’t trip as we came up the steps and then embarrass myself in front of an audience of millions worldwide. This award is the kind of thing I dreamed about, but never, ever thought might possibly happen. I thought I was lucky when Aaron and I found each other and found love, but this? This is just beyond.

“You’ll have to pardon my spectacular wife – it was her mother who loved being on a stage and the center of attention, not Abby here. The love of Ophelia’s Moore music brought us here on this stage, and we thank the producers who took a chance on a song from an unrecognized artist; and we thank every last fan moviegoer; and most especially, we thank the Academy for honoring Ophelia Moore’s songThe Love Mystery, from the movie of the same name.”

I squeeze Aaron’s hand, excitement surging in my body. I smile through the tears welling up in my eyes, so unbelievably proudof my mom’s song and so eternally in debt for Aaron and the work he and Ace Records did to promote her album after I regained the rights to my mom’s work.

Aaron looks at me, gesturing toward the microphone. I smile and nod, while he moves aside.

“I… Thank you all so much. The last three years have been truly unbelievable, which I have to thank my incredible husband here for. And a big thank you to everyone who listened to my mom’s music and who loved it. It should be her on this stage tonight, but I know she’s looking down and smiling. This is for you, mom. We miss you.”

Kissing the heavy statuette, I close my eyes and lift it up above my head, truly hoping that she is looking down on us and is celebrating this long overdue recognition of her work.

An usher comes over to guide us off the stage as music begins. If it wasn’t for the firm grip of Aaron’s arm around me, I’m not sure if I could walk straight, because my knees are so wobbly it feels like the earth is shifting beneath my feet. My fingers are already cramping because of how tightly I’m holding the award statue.

“I can’t believe we did it,” I finally say, when we have a moment before the obligatory interviews.

“I knew we would,” Aaron says, leaning over and giving me a big kiss. “The music is amazing. Your mother was truly a visionary.”

“I owe everything to you for returning my mom’s album to me. It means everything to me that you did that—”

“Even when you didn’t want me to?” Aaron teases, pulling me into a hug and giving me a kiss.

I melt from the comfort of his kiss, immediately forgiving him for the millionth time. It bothered me for a while that he did what he did, but I now recognize it as an act of caring and love, not as manipulation.

“Yes, even though you did what I said I needed to do on my own. I realize, now, that I could have never done it on my own, even if I could have raised the money. My mom loved music so much and she never wrote new music again, after this.”

“All I ever want to do is keep you happy, Abby. I love you with all my heart. I’ll always do anything to make sure you have anything and everything you want.”

My heart swells with love for my dear husband. Meeting and falling in love with him fundamentally changed my life. I went from struggling with everything and feeling like the world was stacked against me, to feeling secure and loved for the first time since I lost Mom.

“Are you ready for the parties? We have a big night ahead of us.”

Lacing my fingers through Aaron’s, I smile at him.

“With you by my side, I’m ready for everything.”

“Tonight was something else,”I say, collapsing into the back seat of the limo, the adrenaline high of the night just starting to wear off. Even though I haven’t been drinking tonight, because I wanted to remember every moment of the night, I know I’m going to feel hungover tomorrow because of how overwhelming this has been.

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