Page 68 of Apex of the Curve

Chapter Seventeen

Aspen…

I smiled up at Fenris as he came around the corner from the stairwell. He smiled back at me and I edged down the couch to make room for him, the blanket clutched to me.

“Let me get this going. You alright with lying down so I can spoon you?” he asked.

“That actually sounds really great,” I murmured.

It took us a minute to get situated, but once we were? Pure and epic bliss. I can’t tell you how much I loved being cuddled by Fenris. How safe, warm, and appreciated I felt. How utterly and thoroughly I felt spoiled by his affections.

“This is nice,” I murmured, burrowed back into the warmth of his body, the warmth of mine reflected back at me from the cozy blanket over the top of us.

“Have to agree, babe. I have to agree,” he said and pressed a kiss to where my neck sloped into my shoulder. I sighed in contentment and he started the movie.

God, we were like a pair of teenagers. The movie played, but it was really just background noise when the light touching began – a soundtrack to my whimpering moans and desire for more as that light touching turned to heavy petting.

Fen gathered the skirt of my nightgown, rucking it up with one fist, pulling it away from my pussy before cupping it with his big hand, grinding fingertips against my clit as he used his other hand to tip my chin and claim my mouth with his.

I was stretched taut, arched back, as he played with my pussy and stroked his tongue against mine. I gripped a fistful of his pajama pant in one hand, the other forgotten and useless as I gave myself over completely to his touch.

He moaned appreciatively into my mouth and I groaned into his sweet surrender. I didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted to me; I would submit happily to whatever he wanted me to do so long as he kept on making me feel this way.

He broke our kiss and sucked in a breath between his teeth as I ground my ass back against his erection.

“Oh, baby girl,” he moaned coarsely. “You keep doing that and I’m going to take you right on this couch.”

“Mmm.” I moaned the imagery decadent, and with a slow sexy smile made my move.

“Not if I take you first,” I said, and he chuckled darkly and sat up as I got up. I gripped his waistband in both hands and he lifted his hips so I could free his waiting cock. A low thrum of excitement coursed through me and I already knew that I was more than wet enough to take him. He had that effect on me.

I rucked my nightgown up and mounted him, a knee to either side of his hips and he helped me, pushing his cock down so it jutted at the right angle between us.

His aim was perfect. The head of his cock sinking into my pussy like he was meant to fucking be there and I can’t tell you how much I loved that.

“Oh, fuck, Aspen,” he moaned, voice deep with wonder and that oh-so-sexy growl of his. “Just like that, baby.” He slapped my ass, the mark stinging and sweet. “Ride me, baby girl. Ride me and fucking touch yourself while you do it. I want to watch you.”

I would do anything for him, and what he asked of me was definitely no hardship. I held my nightgown out of my way with one hand and pressed fingertips from my other against my clit, rubbing delicious circles as I rose and fell along his shaft. God, I was so wet, he was so hard, and we were so perfect for one another.

He fit me as though it were meant to be, as if we were two halves of the same whole, and I never wanted anyone or anything different again with how good he felt.

I kissed him, holding his face between my hands as I rocked my hips and ground myself against him and oh, God, the delicious sensations that came from that! It was a wonderful, beautiful, sharing and I didn’t fight him when he whisked my nightgown off over the top of my head and tossed it aside. He did the same with his long-sleeved shirt that clung to his upper body showcasing just a hint of his fantastic physique. God, when that physique was revealed to my eyes, covered in his beautiful tattoos, I felt my pussy throb of its own accord in delight.

This man was so wonderful, so gorgeous to my eyes, I almost couldn’t stand it. He was that kind of man most women would stop mid-sentence and stare at from across the room. He had that bad boy appeal that drove most women nuts and had them seriously fantasizing inside three minutes, and here I was with him inside me, and I swear, he looked at me almost the same way.

I kissed him, not knowing or wanting to take anything for granted, but finding myself wishing anyway that this could and would last.

“Lean back, baby. I’ve got you.” I did as I was told, trusting him, and he did indeed, have me. His broad hands at my lower back arms at my hips, held me up as I arched back, and he adjusted his sitting position.

Oh, my God.

I’d never felt anything like it as he moved inside of me, his cock hitting that spot that sent shivers out from my center, the tingling energy building in such a way, I almost swore I could come from it and it alone.

I’d never been able to do that before. I always had to get my clit involved to orgasm, but in Fenris’ grasp, I was absolutely willing to believe anything was possible and it was as though he were a man possessed, determined to prove anything were possible.

He drove himself up inside me with these short little strokes, agitating that secret place inside of me that sent stardust through my veins and took me to such unearthly heights. Higher and higher we climbed, and I gasped in rhythmic splendor at the sensations he wrought throughout my body.

All the while he loved me like this, he whispered encouraging things, telling me I was beautiful, how good I felt, how sexy I was, all of these things that were almost impossible to believe, I mean, me? Surely, all of those things couldn’t be true about me. Yet with every thrust, every grunt, through every groan of pleasure he took in me? He edged me not only closer to my own orgasm, but closer and closer still toward believing, which was almost more pleasurable and wonderful than I could take.

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