Page 29 of Wild Curves
The door slams closed behind us, throwing us into near darkness. Arlo pushes me against the shelving unit as his mouth closes over mine.
My arms slide around his neck, kissing him with a hunger that’s made more intense by the dizzy high I’m on.
“We shouldn’t be in here,” I say feebly, even though I’m the one that led him here.
My pussy flutters as he spins me away from the shelves and backs me up against the wall. He nudges my legs apart with his thighs and hooks up the satin dress I’m wearing. His other hand runs down the strapless back and over the shiny fabric to clasp my buttocks.
“Aren’t I allowed to congratulate my wife?”
His hands brush against my panties, which are already soaked, making me whimper.
“I’m so proud of you, babydoll,” he says, stroking my wet panties.
“You should be. I just won an award based on a dessert named after you.”
My blueberry explosion just won me the North Carolina Pastry Chef award.
I’ve been working toward this for the last four years, and I couldn’t be happier. As Head Pastry Chef at the Wild Taste Restaurant and Bar, I’ve been allowed free rein to experiment.
My desserts have become famous in the area. One more reason for tourists to visit our side of the mountain.
The award is the cherry on top, and I’m on a natural high, which is why I’ve dragged my husband into a random storage closet at the awards venue.
Even Mom came to watch the ceremony, her eyes glistening with tears when my name was called out. She’ll be wondering where we’ve gotten to, but she’ll just have to wait. It’s not Mom I’m thinking of as Arlo pulls aside the gusset of my panties.
“Watching you up on stage getting that award turn me on so much.” He unzips his dress pants, and I slide his hard cock into my hand. “Nothing makes me harder than seeing my wife succeed.”
I give a sigh of contentment as I brush the tip of his cock over my opening. He’s the most supportive husband a girl could wish for, and I honestly don’t think I could have gotten where I am today without his love and support. I thought I needed to do this alone, but without Arlo, I wouldn’t be here.
Which is why I’m going to give him the one thing he really wants.
My sigh turns to a gasp as he thrusts roughly into me. He pulls my hips towards him, sliding my pussy down his cock. I bite my lower lip to stop from crying out. The last thing I want to do is get found making out in the supply closet at the awards ceremony.
But any thoughts flee my mind as his hips piston, slamming his cock in and out of my pussy. My dress is pushed up around my waist, and with every thrust my back hits the wall. It’s quick and dirty, and the pressure builds inside me like the champagne in the bottle we just consumed.
Arlo pants my name as he picks up the pace. It’s four years since we got married, but we’re still as passionate for each other as the day that we got together.
Arlo really brought me out of my shell. I’m not the shy girl I was before we met, too afraid to stand up to her own mother. With Arlo by my side, I feel invincible, like I can do anything.
I’m still clasping the award with one hand as he slams into me, and with my other hand I grab hold of his shoulder.
Pleasure bubbles to the surface, but I want to give him his present before we both come.
“There’s something I need to tell you.” I pant the words between thrusts.
“Better make it quick, honey, because I’m about to render you speechless.”
He tilts my hips so his dick sinks deeper into me, and for a moment I can’t speak. I’m so close to coming, but I need to get this out.
“I’ve stopped taking the pill.”
He freezes mid thrust just as the bubbles of pleasure explode out of me. I cling onto him, rocking onto his dick as my nails dig into his shoulder.
When I open my eyes, Arlo’s staring at me.
“You’re serious?”
My chest constricts, wondering if I’ve made a mistake. Arlo’s always wanted children, but we haven’t talked about it for a while. He’s never pressured me. But lately, I’ve been wondering what it would be like to have a little Arlo running around. How a little family would make life complete.
