Page 42 of Lush Curves

“Oh, honey. You’re gonna scream, aren’t you? I can tell.” He gave a deep thrust, held it, then moved deeper. “I can already tell you love to scream.”

“Sam!” Her head went back to rest against the wall, her eyes shut, her mouth opened. “Oh, damn…”

Right away, he moved the hand on the wall to the back of her neck. Tender-rough, he forced her face down again.

“Eyes open,” he growled. “You look at me the first time you come while being fucked up against a wall. Here, princess… fuckingright here.”

She did as he ordered, knowing that she had no choice in the matter. Her blue eyes held his brown ones, and the intensity that she saw in those depths jolted her, pushed her closer to the edge.

Then it was on her, washing over her, washing her away, and Sam dragged her lips up to his. He swallowed her screams of release, took them in to his mouth, and then his grunts and groans sounded back into hers.

It was over now, and they were a shuddering, heaving messy mass against the wall. They shared open-mouthed kisses, sweet murmurs, panting breaths, while all wrapped around each other, while still joined together.

Annie sobbed and gasped, desperately trying to catch her breath. Never in her life had she known that sex could be like that, and she found it both overwhelming and instantly addictive. She gave a low moan when Sam gently eased out of her shaking body and wrapped her other leg around him. As if she weighed nothing at all, he carried her to the bed, then he sat with Annie in his lap, her legs around him, her face buried in his shoulder. They stayed like that until she was almost asleep, then Sam carefully lay her down. She curled up against his solid, strong body, took a single deep breath – and drifted away into a blissful, dreamless sleep.

Chapter Eight

Annie turned over, wondering if her cheap, crappy bed had sprouted an extra few layers of mattresses and blankets overnight; she felt like she was enveloped in a warm, perfect cocoon. And when had her pilloweverbeen this deep and soft?

She stretched, noticed that her back didn’t do its usual ‘pull and ache’ thing, all because of her sagging mattress, and finally pried her eyes open. She stared around the large, pristine, tasteful bedroom. That was when the penny finally dropped.

“Oh, dear Lord.” She flew to a sitting position, already flushed with awkward desire and memory. “Oh, myGod.”

“Yeah, you saidthata lot last night, honey, and I loved hearing it every single time. Especially when you moaned it in my ear.” Sam was standing there holding a loaded breakfast tray and contemplating her naked breasts. She flushed deeper, snatched the sheet up to cover herself. “Actually… no. I take that back. My favorite was when you screamed it. You’ve got quite the set of lungs, baby.”

“Oh, my God,” she repeated, sure that she was now purple. “Do you think your neighbors heard me?”

Sam approached the bed, deposited the tray on the side table, shrugged. “First of all, who the hell cares? Second, I doubt it. This house has pretty thick outer walls, so you just express yourself however and whenever you see fit.” His eyes gleamed and he ran a large hand under the bedclothes, found her smooth leg. “The louder and more often, the better.”

“Sam…” She squirmed as his hand inched up her calf, past her knee, across her thigh. “Sam…”

“What, honey?”

But his hand was between her legs now, stroking her aching heat, her soaked petals, and she suddenly lost the power of speech.God, those fingers… maybe it was all those years wielding a scalpel in the operating room, maybe it was the thousands of hours spent gently examining seriously-injured people, maybe it was just because his touch had to be both delicate and confident to do his job – whatever it was, though, it turned Annie to a quivering, mindless pool of pure want and need.

She was a begging, shaking, incoherent puddle of lust for a few hours that morning, and she didn’t mind at all. In fact, Annie held on to Sam as tightly as she could, begging incoherently, over and over, as he thrust into her slowly, then faster, then so shallow that he barely had the tip of his cock inside her, then so deep that she gasped in an intoxicating combination of pleasure-pain.

And when he plunged deeper and harder than any man ever had, Annie truly, honestly, lost her breath. She went dizzy and the room went black, and all she could do was hang on to Sam, trusting that he’d be solid and strong enough to pull her through the riotous storm of emotions and sensations – because she was drowning and couldn’t evenbeginto save herself.

He did, of course. He held her as she came hard and long, her curvy inner thighs twitching and shaking with the intensity of her orgasm, watching her beautiful face as she chased and then claimed her pleasure, the pleasure that he so freely, happily, gave her. Then, when she’d calmed and quieted, when he’d kissed her over and over, bringing back her breath and her ability to think, that was when he flipped her over, covered her body with his own, wrapped his strong arm around her neck, and savagely took his own pleasure.

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They were finally getting to breakfast – Sam had to go make a fresh pot of coffee and warm the bacon and omelettes in the pan, but the fruit and yogurt were fine, of course. They’d certainly worked up an appetite; Annie had barely survived the third round before begging off, claiming an intense need for nourishment.

“Wow,” she said in utter admiration. “I can’t get over what a good cook you are.”

“Aw, thanks, honey,” Sam said. “It was either learn when I was growing up, or Vic and I would have lived off Kraft Dinner and frozen pizza. The dangers of two young guys living alone, I suppose.”

“Did you ever…” She paused. “Actually… that’s none of my business. Sorry.”

“Ask.”

“No… it’s personal.”

Sam paused with a loaded fork halfway to his mouth and stared at her. “Youdoknow that I just had my tongue deep inside your body as you came on my mouth, right? That I just made love to you in seven different positions, two of which I think we invented this morning? You thinkanythingis too personal to ask me? Really?”

She laughed and blushed wildly at the same time. “OK, yeah. Point taken.”

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