Page 39 of Lush Curves

He pulled out, swirled around her clit, pushed back in. Out, swirl, in. Again.

Annie could feel her muscles tensing around his plunging finger. She clutched the sheets around her writhing body and whispered, “Sam.”

Hearing her say his name like that was the fucking sweetest thing that he'd ever heard in his life. His cock strained against his jeans in frustration, but he was determined that she was going to come against his mouth and hand first.

He shoved a second finger inside her now, pushing high and hard, reaching for that small, sweet spot hidden so deep. He knew he hit it when her whole body arched up off the bed and she froze.

OK, now she’s ready.

He moved down her body and put his mouth on her clit, sucking it into his heat. She gave a small scream and he fucked her harder with his fingers, lapping at her at the same time. Sam loved her response, and knew he could just stay where he was forever… he’d just lay down between her quivering thighs and plunge and lick and thrust and taste.

Annie didn’t want to come too fast, but he wasn’t giving her body much choice. Before she could fully process the thought of what was happening, she was shaking, crying out, coming. She gasped and let her body just react and wash her away. He held her in place as she jerked on the bed, out of control and helpless under him.

Her thighs relaxed and fell open again. Sam licked the full length of her once more, loving how wet and passionate she was. He wiped his mouth on the sheets and lifted himself on to her curves.

Annie was trying to catch her breath, trying to slow her wild heartbeat. Vaguely, she felt him take her in his arms and then his lips were in her hair.

“Talk to me, honey,” he said. “Are you with me?”

She opened her eyes, starting to regain control of her motor functions. “Yes. Ummm... kinda.”

He laughed, then held her face gently, his thumbs running over her cheekbone. She felt her body loosening, becoming boneless at his touch once more. He heard her breathing change and he pulled her to him slowly, pulled her in for a kiss. Their tongues met, retreated, met again. He was hard again, harder than before, and all he wanted was to get these damn jeans off.

As if she heard his thoughts, Annie ran her hands down his body and heard him groan low in his throat. Encouraged, she touched him lightly through his jeans, felt his heat and hardness. His hands fell to his sides and his eyes closed. Her fingers were stroking him now, delicate touches as soft as feathers. Sam turned his head, trying to stay calm.

“Can we take these off?” she said pertly. "Make you more comfortable?"

He opened his eyes and they were hazy and warm, like melted chocolate. “Are you sure you're ready? Maybe you need a break?”

“Oh, yes. I'm sure.” She practically licked her lips at the thought of him inside of her. “And oh, no. No break.”

He kicked off his socks, undid his jeans, lowered them down his powerful thighs. She watched as he emerged, his erection so huge that his boxers were tented out. He dropped his jeans on to the floor and she reached for him. He groaned again as her fingers curled around his hardness, moving up and down slowly, then faster.

God, theheatof him. She'd almost forgotten what male desire really looked and felt like: it was so strong, so unmistakable. Undeniable.

She eased her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. When he sprang free, her breath caught. He was perfect, long and thick and so hard.

Sam watched as she lowered her head. A part of him wanted to pull her up, to protest, but she looked so… eager. Wasthatthe word? Yes, it was. He could tell that she wanted to put her lips on him, and God knows,hewanted it too.

It’s been so long since I was with someone. I need her, too.

Annie licked up and down his cock, long strokes that made him shudder. Her hands were alive and she slowly gained confidence, teasing him as her tongue flicked out. He wanted to beg her to take him into her whole mouth but he lay still and trembled as she slowly worked her way down.

Finally,finally, she touched the tip of his cock. His hips lifted and he moaned as her thumb ran around and around, pressing and stroking. A bit of salty liquid spurted out of him and she spread it around his cock, heightening the sensations. He arched his back, trying not to come right away.

She moved down between his thighs and looked up at him. “I cannot wait to take you into my mouth.”

He gasped, fighting down the urge to climax just at her words. “Oh, God, Annie. Please.”

“Please what?” She was teasing him the way he had teased her earlier, her fingers stroking him, her hot breath on him, but not taking him fully, not yet.

“Please suck me. Please…”

She slid her mouth over his tip, just an inch. She pulled back.

“Like that?”

“More… deeper. Oh, God, princess.More.”

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