Page 49 of Lush Curves

“Thank you,” she said now. “It’s my favorite dress.”

“I can see why. It hugs you in all the right places, doesn’t it?”

"You think?" She slowly undid the buttons and he watched her avidly. "Shall I keep it on, then?"

"Hell, no," he rasped. "Get that goddamn dressoff, baby."

"Bossy," she murmured, as the dress dropped to the floor. "Is that better?"

"No." He turned her. "Bedroom.Now."

They made it as far as the sofa six feet away. He pushed her down, roughly, without any grace, and she felt her breath leave her as her back hit the cushions. Sam knelt beside her, running his hands over her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. He flicked her bra hook, yanked the bra off and threw it on the floor. Then his hands moved down her body, down her stomach, down between her legs. She gasped and opened her thighs to his touch. Even through her nylons and panties, he felt her heat and his cock hardened almost to the point of bursting. He moved to the elastic waistbands and moved his fingers inside.

Annie was almost dizzy with feeling. His touch burned against her skin, and she wanted nothing more than to be open and spread beneath his fingers, her sweet centre juicing and wet for him.

He grasped her black nylons now, pulled them down in one movement. She lifted her hips to help him, and he rolled them down her legs, tossed them in a ball at the end of the sofa. Sam stared at her black lace underwear; he could see her soft auburn curls through the wisp of material. Their eyes met.

“I want to touch you,” he said.

“I want you to.” She took his hand and placed it on her sex, pressed down on the top. “Please.”

His long fingers hooked under the waistband of her panties, paused. She stifled a gasp and waited, trembling now. He pulled them down, slowly, watching every inch being exposed. Her skin was soft and pale and perfect, more perfect than his memory of them. When he saw the trimmed hair of her pussy, he licked his lips. He wanted to be down there again. He wanted to taste her, suck her dry, lick her deep and long.

He lowered her underwear over her lush thighs, down her legs, over her delicate feet. She was naked and glowing, arching and trembling, and he’d never seen anything so beautiful. He wanted her. Fuck, heneededher.

Sam ran his hands up the inside of her legs, past her knees. He touched the soft inside of her thighs, pressed them open, and damned if Annie didn't spread her legs open to him, just open up like a dewy flower. He touched her sex with his palms, completely covering her hot, pulsing centre. She let out a strangled sound, deep in her throat.

He rose up now, kissed her. She twined her arms around his neck and opened her mouth against his as his fingers started to tease her. He ran them up and down her pussy, avoiding her clit, just skimming around it. Her honey was all over his fingers and he loved it, wanted to taste it.

“Annie, baby... I want you to feel good.”

“Idofeel good.”

He smiled and kissed her mouth, then her eyelids. “You can feel better.”

Her smile was radiant. “OK, then. Show me, handsome.”

Sam moved down her body, kissing her breasts, her stomach, the tops of her thighs. Gently, he turned her on the sofa. She sat up, her back pressed against the sofa behind her and her legs dangling on the floor. He knelt between her open thighs, lifted her legs on to his broad shoulders, wrapped them around his neck. She sobbed as his mouth moved closer to her hot sex, then closer.

Sam closed his eyes at the taste of her. Sweet, hot, pure. Perfect. He opened her lips and found the hard nub of her desire – he pressed his tongue against it, circled it, took it between his lips and gently pulled at it. Annie’s hips raised off the sofa and he grasped her under her generous ass. He lifted her closer, higher and sucked her clit without mercy.

Annie couldn’t believe how it felt: his hot mouth lapped her and licked her, his tongue penetrated her in the most amazing way. She was in the air, her hands holding on to the back of Sam’s neck, her whole body concentrated on what he was doing between her legs. She arched her back.

My God, I’m going to come already.

She felt the waves growing with his every thrust, every touch, and she shuddered. His head was moving between her legs, and she ran her fingers through his thick dark hair, directing him for her pleasure. She was shameless now, lifting her hips up, higher and higher, straining to be closer to his mouth, to his tongue. He burrowed deeper into her wet pussy, sucking her clit, loving her every moan and movement.

Annie closed her eyes as the spasms grew and strengthened; here it came, now. Her body lit up: the ripples of light started in her pulsating center and moved outwards, down her thighs and legs, all the way to her curling toes. Her chest caught fire and her fingertips tingled. And still, it built.

She was sobbing now. “I can’t – I can’t take it… Sam,please!”

He responded by pressing his tongue against her delicate pearl, wet and dripping against his lips, as hard as he could. It sent an electric current through Annie’s body and she exploded, completely. She jerked wildly on the sofa, fighting to keep her legs spread, and he coated his lips with her sweet essence; she knew he could feel every vibration, every shock-wave.

Her body went limp and she gasped for breath. Sam rose on his knees and kissed her, and his passion sparked hers again. She tugged at the towel, threw it to the floor next to her bra and panties. He almost growled when she ran her fingers over his hardness. He wasn’t interested in any more preliminaries: watching her come was more than enough to turn him on, almost to the point of pain.

He pulled her unresisting body to the carpetted floor, turned her on her stomach. She lay trembling, waiting for him to put on the condom and then take her. Sam ran his hands down her spine, around her waist, and then lifted her full hips up and back, raised her into the air. She leaned on her elbows, her forehead pressed to the carpet, barely breathing.

He lifted her more, ran his finger up and down her sex, opening her wider to receive him. Annie gave a small shriek and thrust her hips back, begging now for him to be inside of her.

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