Page 40 of Lush Curves

Holding his eyes, she moved her mouth on to him. She slid down his cock, her tongue alive, and she took more and more of him in to her sweet mouth. He gasped and shook with the effort of staying in control, but he was losing it fast.

Annie slid up again, torturously slowly, making him wait for it, totally in control now, and loving it. She swirled around the tip, moved down. Faster now, more pressure. His hands were in her hair lightly, his thighs open and spread to her, his head thrown back. He shook, tensed, shook again.

He knew he couldn’t take it much longer and he hauled her up on his body, ignoring her gasp of surprise. He plunged his tongue in her mouth, ground his sex against her belly.

“I want to be inside of you, baby,” he whispered. “Do you want that too?”

She nodded, her pussy wet and primed. He reached for a condom in the nightstand and she watched with breathless anticipation as he slid it down his length. He lay down and reached for her.

“Up here.” He pulled her on to his body, spreading her thighs on either side of him, and she rose above him like a goddess. In this moment, she forgot about her caesarian scars, her floppy breasts, her jiggly tummy, her too-soft thighs. Sam wanted her –thatmuch was clear – and here with him, she felt desirable, sexy, beautiful. He rubbed himself against her heat and she responded immediately, her hips thrusting forward, searching for him. Needing him.

In one move, he lifted her and lowered her on to him, driving into her body all the way. She sobbed as he stretched her lips over his cock, taking him in, fluttering as her pussy welcomed him. His hands ran over her neck, her breasts, her ass. He grasped her hips and started to move her on him, rolling her back and forth. She rode him, her back arching, her breath coming faster and harder as he plunged as hard as he could.

Sam wanted it to go on forever, but her pussy had different ideas. It contracted, tensed, milked a response from him. In a matter of seconds, her whole body was quaking above him and he knew she was there again.

“Come for me,” he said. He pressed his thumb on her clit, stroked it, circled it. “Come for me, Annie.”

She stared down at him, at his gorgeous face, and felt her orgasm begin. She gave a cry and let herself break apart; this one was deeper and stronger than her first orgasm, and she shut her eyes as the waves shook her. Her climax and frantic movements set him off, and he pushed in to her harder and faster, reaching for the very heart of her.

Sam let out a shout as he came, holding her in place as he ground in to her trembling body. When she collapsed on to his chest, he pulled her as close as he could, his hands on her back, stroking gently. They stayed like that for a minute, calming, their bodies relaxing. After a few deep breaths, Sam spoke.

"Annie?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"Would you like a glass of water?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, please. But let me get it, OK?"

"You sure?"

"Mmm-hmmm." She slid her legs off the bed, carefully got to her feet, making sure that her legs could hold her up. "I need to go the bathroom for a minute, anyway. I'm... uh... a bit messy."

"You don't say?"

She flashed him a saucy look. "You didn't notice?"

"Maybe a bit."

She laughed, wrapped a sheet around her lush curves, then disappeared. Sam took advantage of these few minutes to get rid of the condom – always such an awkward little moment – and he was still standing there when Annie returned carrying two glasses of cool water.

He took one from her, took a few deep gulps. "Thanks."

"Sure. It's my job."

"So." Sam set his glass on the bedside table, took hers too. "Did you clean up the mess?"

"Yes."

"Did you really?"

"Yes." She grinned. "You want to check?"

"Hmmm. I think that's agreatidea, honey."

"Me too."

He unwrapped the sheet from around her, and she raised her hands above her head to help him. When she was naked and warm and lovely, he slid his hand between her thighs, found her a sweet and sodden already.

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