Page 44 of Curvy Alpha Bride
The craving that has lived inside me since the last night we slept together grows, an aching hunger that spreads swiftly through my every cell, wiping my mind clean. I’m senseless under him as my nipples burn, puckered into tiny, hard points. My clit throbs, and my pussy aches, begging for his cock.
Xavier moans softly, eyes closed as he gropes my breasts and sucks on my nipples, taking his time. When he flicks out his tongue and rolls the tip against the edge of my hard nipple, I see him glance up at me, and that’s when I realize he’s teasing me on purpose.
The mischievous look and the intense, drawn-out pleasure collide, making me cry out and shudder under him as my body aches and burns, caught at the edge of another massive orgasm. He gently sinks his teeth into my nipple and shoves his hands between my legs as my climax roars through me, waves of pleasure crashing across my skin, leaving me gasping and shivering in his hands.
When the ripples die down enough for me to look up, I see him watching me with a look of absolute wonder. He strokes my cheek gently, then brushes his lips against mine in a soft, tender kiss.
The change in pressure ignites my passion again, my pussy aching and throbbing as lines of fire run across my skin. I grab his waist and writhe under him, desperate for his cock. He reaches down between us, teases my clit a little with his fingers, then strokes the slick lower lips before thrusting his hips to slam his cock into me.
I clasp my hands together behind his back, my legs wide open as I scream at the ceiling. Xavier groans against my ear, his hot breath rushing across my neck as he makes sounds of both satisfaction and need.
He starts to thrust in long, slow strokes, letting me feel every single inch of his cock before slamming back inside. I writhe under him as he picks up his pace, his cock getting harder and thicker inside me, meeting that deep, throbbing ache and stroking it towards another climax.
Soft moans slip through my lips as I press my cheek to his shoulder, rocking back and forth with the momentum as the spasms inside get closer and closer together. Xavier’s thrusts reach an impossible pace, so hard and fast, I can’t hold on as he pounds me into the bed
His cock swells against the tightening muscles deep inside, and I hear my own scream along with his gasps of release as his cock swells, hard, thick, and throbbing as he shudders all over, coming so hard he collapses against me, trembling and gasping for breath.
I cling to him, pressing my face harder into his shoulder. I want this to last forever, for the rest of my life to just be this moment of perfect pleasure and promise. My body hums with the ebbing waves from my climax, but as they subside, my mind begins to crowd with ugly thoughts.
Xavier gets up slowly, sitting next to me as he pulls his robe back on. I sit up as well, pulling my dress back over my shoulders and wrapping one of the light blankets around me as well.
The bed dips under me as Xavier wriggles over to sit next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I lean into him, enjoying the warm, comfortable contentment singing through me, knowing it’s about to shatter.
“We should take a look out front,” he says. “Maybe they’ve gone.”
“I doubt it,” I answer. “But let’s go and see.”
Xavier gets up, and I follow him down the hall into the living room. Already, my mind is crowding with difficult thoughts, and I begin to wonder what my hormones have gotten me into.
Hey now. Don’t blame everything on your hormones—fear can do the same thing!
Back out in the living room, I notice that the sky is getting darker, and Ivan and Hector are still outside, even though they’ve moved away from the windows.
I wonder if they guessed what we were up to. Lucky for them, I remembered where I was and moved us to the bedroom; otherwise, that would have been quite a show!
Even in a situation as dire as this, the thought makes me smile. Xavier is watching me, and he smiles, too.
“I love your smile,” he says. “You always look like you’re about to do something really mischievous, as if it’s an admission of future guilt more than an expression of happiness.”
The words hurt me, and I try not to show it.
He was just trying to say something nice or thinking out loud. He didn’t mean anything by it, but I really wish he hadn’t thrown the word “love” in there.
“It’s getting cold,” I mutter. “We should start a fire.”
Even though I didn’t mean to rebuke him, Xavier pulls back a little, losing his smile. He nods and goes over to crouch in front of the fire, keeping his back to me as he reaches for the kindling.
I wrap my arms around myself, trying not to cry again. I let myself get carried away in the moment, and now I’m right back where I started, neck-deep in trouble—and exposed and vulnerable in front of Xavier.
This is a fucking nightmare!
Suddenly, I run to the door, pounding on it as a wave of panic floods through me, obliterating every last ripple of pleasure lingering on my skin.
“You can’t keep me in here!” I scream. “Nothing can make me stay in this town now, do you hear me? Let me out!”
“I’m sorry, Mabel,” I hear Eileen’s soft voice on the other side of the door. “It’s still technically the new moon, and the sky will be completely dark tonight.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what phase of the moon it is!” I yell, losing my shit. “Just let me out of here! I’m going home!”
