Page 19 of Curvy Hostage Mate
My fingers ran along his cock gently, and I grinned when his own eyes grew hazy with lust. And I felt him twitch eagerly in response. I grasped the shaft and began moving slowly up and down, then faster, watching his expression, grinning as he let out a soft, “Fuck.”
I could have teased him a bit longer, drawn it out, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I slid him inside me, letting out a soft gasp of pleasure as he filled me. I glided up and down his cock in a grinding motion, grinning as he couldn’t hold back his own inarticulate sounds of pleasure. Every one of them only fueled my own need, my deep longing for him.
I moaned as I continued riding him, savoring the sensation as every thrust sent him deeper inside me, enjoying the look of bliss and enjoyment on his face. His fingers grippedme tighter, holding onto me as he stared up at me with undisguised longing.
With incredible strength, he rolled me over, pinning my arms over my head as I fell into the grass. His lips pressed against mine, not missing a single thrust as he took control. Fire burned through me, shivers of need and longing building inside me, growing more intense every moment. My body craved release even as I wanted the delicious sensations to linger. I could have stayed like this forever.
He continued pumping in and out of me, waves of pleasure and ecstasy continuing to swell and build inside me with every thrust. My fingers dug into the dirt as my back arched, my breathing growing shallow as I felt myself going closer and closer to oblivion. He kept going, moving faster and faster, every thrust becoming more and more unbearable as I squirmed in delight. My breathing went ragged, my mind going blank as the longing continued to swell and consume me.
Without warning, one hand slipped between us. Not missing a stroke, his thumb pressed against my clit, flicking back and forth. I groaned, breath growing ragged. All that mattered right now was him and his hands, his thrusts.
I knew I was on the edge. I tried to hold onto it, every breath growing higher-pitched as my back continued to arch. I wanted it to last for as long as possible, not wanting to relinquish that high.
He seemed to read my mind, because he gave a wicked grin and intensified his assault, as if wanting to test how long I could actually hold on. I gasped as I neared the precipice.
But then he slowed. I shot him a glower as that wicked grin intensified, and he laughed, continuing to tease me just enough to dull that edge before resuming his assault.
One final thrust, and I shattered. I screamed as bliss and ecstasy washed over me, release shivering through my body. His mouth covered mine, smothering the scream of pleasure as he continued to thrust inside me, his motions growing more frantic, more urgent, as if he needed me as much as I needed him. His grip on me tightened, his mouth not leaving mine as his tongue parted my lips. I shattered again, the scream louder this time, still muffled.
His movements grew even more erratic as his breathing became ragged. I could tell he was close even as I continued to ride my second orgasm. As my hips bucked and my own sounds of need continued to press against his mouth, his cock spasmed inside me. His thrusts slowed as he finished, his cock still pulsing as he got his own relief.
He hovered over me, looking almost as surprised as I was as he stared down at me, the moon directly behind his head, like a crown.
We stayed like that for I didn’t know how long, neither of us willing to move as the sounds of the woods came flooding back around us.
“We should probably head back to the cabin,” he said.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak as I let him help me to my feet. I slipped on my clothes and followed him back through the woods.
Chapter 9 - Chris
I woke up on the couch to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Sitting up, I saw Morgan sitting at the table, nursing a cup of it.
I watched her for a long moment, my head still swimming. I was still trying to process what had happened the night before. It had been incredible. I had imagined what it would be like to have sex with her, but had never intended to act on those urges. It was better than I could have imagined. I doubted I would ever get the image of her riding me, her bare breasts swaying with each buck of her hips, out of my head. Just the thought made my cock twitch in eagerness.
“Hey,” I said.
Morgan jumped slightly, giving a soft, startled squeak before turning and seeing me. Her shoulders relaxed as she gave me a sheepish smile.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m still a bit jumpy after everything.”
“I understand.” My fingers twitched, as if they wanted to reach out and touch her. I wanted to run them through her hair. I hadn’t been able to get the taste of her out of my mouth. All my wolf wanted was to have more of her. I doubted he would ever get enough.
But studying Morgan’s face, I had an uneasy suspicion that she didn’t feel the same way. She wouldn’t look at me. Instead, she stared down at the coffee in her cup.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She opened her mouth, something like fright filling her eyes.
I held up my hand. “And before you say nothing is wrong, just remember that you don’t have to lie to me. I’m not Cain. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. But I’m smart enough to know that something is wrong, so please don’t lie about that.”
The unease in her eyes dimmed as her shoulders relaxed slightly. She chewed her lip, her finger tapping the side of the mug as she stared out the small window at the misty morning.
“I’ve just been thinking a lot about what happened yesterday,” she muttered.
“You and me both,” I said. “But I’m guessing you’re not bringing this up because you want a second round.”
Giving me a guilty look, she shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she murmured.
