Page 34 of The Curve
The way he moves, the unhurried undulation, is mind blowing. Never have I felt this way before.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you stop!” I plead.
With that he moves faster, harder, but it’s impossible to go deeper. As I come, I’m moaning my ecstasy. It turns into an outcry, an abrupt exclamation of such pure delight, I scare some birds roosting in the trees. The sound of their fluttering wings becoming part of my orgasm opus.
But Atticus doesn’t slow down, and when I open my eyes I see why. He’s about to come too.
Anchoring his hands on my waist he lifts toward me while holding me down, harder and rougher now. The sounds rising from him are low moans at first. Then they get louder with an urgency, until he explodes in a virile display of masculinity. It’s so fucking hot. Unadulterated man.
“Charlotte!” he yells, punctuating the moment. As it slows to a stop, he opens his eyes and gazes in mine. “Charlotte,” he whispers.
He rolls me over and lays one leg between mine, my face in his hands. There’s a few moments filled with meaningful silence where our breathing attempts to slow down. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but as for me there’s only one thought.
“Now I know I’ll forever be craving you,” I say sweeping the hair from his forehead.
He kisses me softly.
“I’m yours whenever you say.”
We fall into a breathtaking kiss. His hot lips against mine giving and taking in full measure. Strong hands are on my breasts. A calloused thumb rubbing over my nipples. I feel him start to harden against me. Leaning into his ear, I whisper, “Let me suck you.”
He rolls over and spreads his legs and I crawl between them. Winding up my hair into a topknot, I sit on my legs and watch his face as he waits.
My right hand reaches out and gently takes him in my grasp. He’s wet with our juices. Slowly, I move up and down his shaft, turning my wrist as I do. He lets out a moan and pumps inside my grip.
“I need a minute. First play with yourself for me. I want to watch,” he says.
Rising to my knees, my hand glides between my breasts, over my stomach and down to my lips, parting them gently so he can have a look. Then I lick my finger and play with my clit. He’s going crazy. I lift my own finger inside and when I do, he raises up and grasps my arms. “Enough. Suck it.”
We both chuckle at the minuscule amount of time it took to get him ready.
His perfect cock is sticking straight up, so I lean down, tease the tip with my tongue then open wide and take him in. It’s a mouthful. I make it almost to the bottom but feel my gag reflex, so my lips seal over him and I pull back. Now it’s hand and mouth, sucking, licking, stroking.
He’s lost in the scene, lying back against the pillows, groaning his approval and looking like a god being worshipped. His hips are lifting with the action, meeting my mouth, fucking my mouth. I love it. His knees come up and spread as far as possible trying to give me unfettered access. I use my right hand to play with his balls. Lightly, the tips of my fingers tease him from taint to shaft. Then I lick and suck his balls. He makes a sound like a wild animal.
In one smooth move he pushes back my shoulders then rolls me under him like a lion trapping a rabbit. There’s a beast behind his eyes as he uses his knees to spread my thighs and without hesitation puts his steel cock against my lips. I wrap my legs around his back and he pushes in. Oh my God. He starts fucking me hard, his eyes darker now with passion.
“I’m gonna fuck you…fuck you…fuck you till you’re sticky and screaming!”
He pounds his cock into me.
And so we become a wild untamed thing, without control, with nothing forbidden.
* * *
Our breathing has finally resumedits normal pace as we lie side by side on the bed.
“My pussy’s broken!”
We start laughing.
“You? I think I bent my dick! Look, there’s a mark! I’m maimed.”
I raise on an elbow and take a gander. “Is that a boo boo I see?”
Quickly he covers himself. “Don’t you dare kiss it.”
“Coward.”
