Page 33 of The Curve
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Charlotte
How long has this been going on? It must be a dream. Atticus, a bed in the forest and the best orgasm of my life. This is what happens to other people.
He takes my legs from around his neck and lies them against the cool sheets.
“You…that was…” I sputter.
He starts rubbing his hard cock slowly. I scoot back against the pillows and watch.
“Every night I go to sleep thinking about you. I’ve imagined being inside you a hundred times,” he says.
A pinch in my pussy makes me put a hand there and squeeze my legs together.
“Show me what I want to see,” I say softly.
His jaw tightens and his eyes bore into me. Somewhere above us an owl hoots. Maybe he can’t look away either.
Reaching inside the band of his briefs, he lowers them. When I look up to his eyes he’s smiling a confident kind of a smirk, satisfied I’m about to be wowed. Oh, oh.
He needs to make space to maneuver it free. Jesus, Mary and Joseph it’s a thing of beauty. I haven’t seen a cock in the flesh for a long time, but I don’t remember it being so damned spectacular. When I imagine it inside me, my heart races. If this is foreplay, I’m a dead woman.
“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The words slip out before I know I’ve said them, and he laughs with my declaration.
Hands-free, it has a mind of its own, moving up and down calling me. I bet a bird could land on that thing. I pat the empty spot next to me on the bed. He crawls on top and lays close. Then he rolls me on top of him. The sensation of pussy against cock, breasts against chiseled chest, the smell of him, all magic. We lock eyes.
His fingers entwine in my hair, and he brings my lips to his. What a master he is at kissing. It’s soft, then hard, moving from lips to face, neck to nipples. Every bit of me is worshipped. And all the while his cock is knocking at my door, trying to break in. I spread my legs and sit on him.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s good,” he says between breaths.
I wiggle left to right, gently rolling my lips over the big snake lying under me. He groans his pleasure. Then I move forward and back. I’m so fucking wet I can feel my own juices on his cock. He grabs himself.
“Let me put it in.”
I lift so he can have the right angle.
“Go slow, Charlotte. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can hurt me a little.”
With that comment I feel him wiggle the head against me, rubbing my juices on him. Then it begins. Slowly, I sit on his cock, taking each inch. The look on his face is so fucking sexy I can’t look away. He’s holding back. His jaw’s clenched and his eyebrows are furrowed. It’s difficult for him. He’s being patient for me. And that very thought is getting me wetter.
“Ohhhh, God,” he says. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. Keep going. It’s heaven.”
With one final effort he’s in.
“Jesus. Good girl.”
He starts to pump slowly, testing the waters. Can I take it? Hells yeah I can. I meet his thrusts, and we pick up the beat. My breasts are bouncing and he’s watching. He licks a finger and brushes it across my nipples. I feel the soft pinch of his fingers and hear my own breath huffing with the overwhelming sensation. I squeeze my muscles inside and silently thank myself for doing daily Kegels.
Atticus responds with a moan. His eyes close together tightly. “Do that again. Squeeze me.”
And I do with every thrust. He lifts to me, I squeeze. And the more I do it the closer I get to coming. My clit’s on fire as it rubs against his body. Lifting my hair off my back I hold it high, the warm summer night’s breeze cooling my hot skin. Being part of the forest feels so sensual, as if everything around me is alive. The trees, the air, even the ground.
His big strong hands are on me, grasping my cheeks, pulling me toward him. “I love your hot fucking ass!” He slaps it for emphasis, and it feels wonderful.
