Page 41 of Lush Curves

"Oh, Annie..." He groaned the words. "You're a mess again."

“Just for you, Sam. Do you like it?”

“You know I do.” His fingers were coated in her honey. “And I can feel that you do, too.”

He kissed her now, his tongue plunging in time to his fingers. He shoved her against the bedroom wall and she shuddered at his size and strength. His body trapped her in place and her hips moved back and forth on his hand, riding his fingers as he thrust deeper. He turned his hand palm-up and started making ‘come here’ motions inside of her. He was literally stroking her sweet spot and she sobbed.

“Sam… Sam, oh,God.”

With his other hand he lifted her leg and wrapped it around him. She clutched his shoulders and threw her head back, starting to lose control. The flickering started deep inside her, where his fingers were pressing and teasing, and she shook wildly as her whole body tensed for release. Then it started, the wave rolled over and over, and she gave a cry, amazed that it was happening so quickly, so easily, but loving every second of it.

He watched her face as her climax started to break over her. Seeing Annie come was better than coming himself, in some ways. Just knowing that he was doing this to her, that she was letting herself go with him, was touching and hot and beautiful.

Annie opened her eyes and saw him looking at her, his gaze full of heat and emotion.

He smiled at her. “You are so gorgeous… and you’re all mine.”

“I am,” she said, the words coming out on a gasp.

“I want you to come for me again, princess.Now.”

She gasped as her pussy did exactly what he told it to do: it clutched and tightened on his fingers, the sensations getting stronger and keener. She gave a strangled scream as her orgasm was ripped out of her and her whole body went limp; if he hadn’t put her leg around his hips, she’d have slid down the wall on to the floor.

They rested there for a minute, entwined together, and Sam started to gently move her back to the bed. But Annie surprised him: she raised her head, her amazing eyes searing him like blue flame, and she kissed him, wildly, deeply. He responded, fiercely, immediately, pushing her up against the wall again, grinding his erection against the curve of her thighs.

She ripped her mouth away from his. “Again… Sam, please. Take me again, right here.”

“You sure?” he rasped, already fumbling with the condom wrapper. “Totally sure?”

“Yes,” she panted, her own fingers busy stroking his cock. “I've never done it against the wall before. Please.”

Without another word, Sam lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his shoulders. Using his entire body and with his one hand braced on the door next to her, he leaned against this amazing, gorgeous creature, holding her securely in place. With his other hand, he rubbed his hardness against her softness. Annie moaned, arched, her fingers digging into his broad upper back.

“Sam…”

He didn’t respond with words: he responded with his body. Drawing back slightly, he lined up the head of his cock and gave a small, careful thrust. She stiffened and he paused.

“Honey?” He moved his hand under her curvy ass, supporting her. “You OK?”

She nodded, already breathless. “You feel so damn good.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” he groaned as she rotated her hips, taking him deeper. “You too, princess. You're perfect.”

That was the end of coherent conversation between them.

Sam drove himself inside her trembling, shaking body as deep as he could, and she clung to him, loving being trapped between his body and the wall, loving being so completely taken. She already knew that this man would always justtakeher, no apologies and no hesitation; and as she felt him pounding into her, moving faster and harder, claiming her with every inch of his muscular body, she knew that she never would.

Sam planted his hand more firmly on the wall, dug his fingers into soft curve of her hip. He was determined to not come until she was there again, so he did everything he already knew that she liked to make it happen for her.

As her body began to shake and his name fell from her lips, he knew he’d succeeded.

He lowered his lips to her ear. “So close, Annie… so fucking close.”

In response, she whimpered, grinding herself against him with sheer desperation. He changed his angle, just a bit, and he knew that he’d found that sweet spot when she clenched on him, released, clenched again.

“Fuck, yeah, baby.” He moved faster now, his own climax rushing up to meet him. “You need to come, Annie. You need to come for me.”

A strangled cry escaped her and Sam grinned, even as he thrust harder and faster.

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