Page 54 of Feasting on Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies)

Gone was the jealousy over Cory and Donovan. They might have kissed her, but I was about to get first dibs on lovemaking. I was astonished by her bravery and lack of shame. We couldn’t have planned it better.

She reached up to comb her fingernails through my hair. I wasn’t wearing it back, and the full length of it fell across my ears. She eased her way through it to the tips, lighting my scalp on fire.

Needing more, I picked her up, taking four steps around to the other side of the island. There I could rest her bottom on the counter, establishing the perfect height from which to enjoy her embrace. She inhaled sharply as her naked skin touched the cold metal. Shifting gently from left to right, she made herself comfortable before diving back into the kiss we had so rudely interrupted.

Pulling me close, she rested her arms on my shoulders. I leaned forward, wrapping her in a firm embrace. The exchange became hungrier, and the kiss evolved from a sweet taste to a thirsty drink. I slid my hands up the sides of her body to her shoulders and finally her neck. It was a perfect pedestal connecting the artwork of her face to the firmament of her body. I trailed both thumbs along her jaw line, eager to get as much as I could from our ravenous kiss.

She reached for the hem of my shirt, breaking away for an instant to pull the fabric up and over my head. I tossed it to the floor when she was done with it. We could retrieve it later. I still had yet to unwrap the gift she had presented me with. She didn’t seem to care, absorbed as she was with tracing the whirls of the tattoo on my chest.

“What is it?” she asked.

“A kraken,” I replied, covering one of her hands with my own.

“A sea creature?” she guessed, licking her lips.

“The enemy of all world travelers,” I told her, crushing her lips to mine. I was done talking. There wasn’t a single subject in the world that could hold my attention at that moment. The only thing I wanted to do was make love to her, and the conversation was getting in the way.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, giving up the quest for knowledge. There was something more important, and we could explore the mythology of my body art later. I pulled back, closing my mouth with satisfaction. She was even more delicious than I’d imagined, and it was time to break the next barrier.

Reaching for the single strap that circled her neck and kept the apron between us, I tugged gently. She bowed her head, helping me remove the offending item. The apron came loose, sliding up and over her ears, down her forehead, and into her lap. I tore the thing away as soon as I could, creating a pile of clothing on the floor.

She sat naked on top of the counter, knees spread and breasts on full display. I caught my breath, having never seen such a beautiful sight before. I didn’t care that she wasn’t fully mine. In that moment, she was with me, and that was all that mattered.

I eased her back toward the row of cabinets that sat atop the counter until her head met the edge of one. Her body was laid open to me at an angle, giving me space to do what I wanted. I kissed her cheek near one ear before working my way down her neck. Settling my crotch between her knees, I inched her closer.

At every turn, she allowed me to continue, moving her body in response to my touch. Arching her chest toward me, she put her breasts on display. The nipples were dark and hardened with lust, scraping along the stubble of my jaw as I rubbed against them. Teasing her gently, I took a moment to feel the tension in her abdomen before sucking one of those precious pearls into my mouth.

Petra spread her legs even wider, telling me I was on the right track. I circled her breast with my tongue, always coming back to the peak. She leaned against one palm to keep her balance, grabbing my shoulder with the other hand.

I skimmed her legs from the knees to the hips, then circled around to her inner thighs, working blindly because my face was buried in her chest. She moaned, tightening her grip on my shoulder. The meat of her upper legs was almost as enticing as her rear end. Perfectly smooth and rounded to the touch, it gave way to the more intimate regions the farther up I went.

I brushed her outer folds with my thumbs, feeling a shudder race through her. She came up off the cabinets, forcing me to drop her breast from my mouth. Reaching for my waist band, she undid the button, letting the fly hang open.

I replaced her fingers with my own, peeling the zipper down. Kicking my pants away, I revealed myself to her just as she had done for me. I was stiff as I could be, my lower head stretching out across the distance. Years of traveling the world had left me muscular without the need for a gym. I wasn’t the kind of wealthy businessman who was eating his way through the world. Working to make ends meet, staying in hostels and crappy hotels, I’d kept the weight off and even developed some muscles.

A low moan escaped Petra’s lips, and I realized she was dazzled by my figure. It was all the encouragement I needed to dive back into what I had been doing. This time, I couldn’t settle my hips on the counter. Pulling back, I lowered my lips to her breast and tried to resume my suckle.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me close. Scooting forward on the counter, she eliminated the space between us, bringing my jock right to her door. I exhaled in her ear, gathering her close. The lips of her pussy slid along the length of my shaft, welcoming me in, giving me a taste of the good life.

I didn’t want to end it all so quickly, but what choice did I have? Letting her go, I eased myself away. Dropping down on one knee, I brought my head level to her privates. The female flower was pink and glistening, waiting for me to shower it with affection. I stroked three fingers up her slit, feeling the gentle skin give way. Inside the folds, her clitoris throbbed with need. I pressed against it with my thumb while sliding my index and my middle finger inside.

Her cavern pulsed around me, warm and dark, a rich soil ripe for planting. Petra tossed her head back, her elbows bending automatically. “Gavin,” she whispered, and I was thrilled that she remembered my name. Knowing that I would share her attention with two other men, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d had trouble. But she knew who was teasing her, who was about to ride her home. I heard a desperation in her voice that called me back to my task. She was hot and ready for the end game.

I stood up, guiding myself toward her heated flesh. She regarded me through slitted eyes, supremely satisfied that I had answered her call. I poked through her gate, entering the secret passageway reserved for lovers.

Burrowing my way down, I felt the chill of the air replaced by the heat of her body. It was heaven, pure and simple, the only thing I needed in that moment. I kept moving until my hips connected with hers, until I was fully rooted in her core.

She gasped, taken aback by the width of my tool. Wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders, she clung to me as if the world was shaking and I was the only relief. I slid a hand underneath her rear end, pulling her tight. Allowing her a moment to get adjusted, I fought for control.

Reluctantly, she released my hips, lowering her thighs to the counter again. I took that as an invitation to begin pushing and rubbed my cock up and down her vertical shaft. Pumping in and out, I started the rhythm that would take us all the way to orgasm.

Petra screamed. Every time I burrowed down, she wailed, letting me know I was accomplishing my mission. Her arms remained tight, pressing her chest to mine. I worked with my lower half, sliding in and out with the power of a locomotive. Her pussy was so tight it was unbearable. I had to finish. Racing toward a conclusion the likes of which I had never seen before, I thundered into her.

The sound of flesh hitting metal resonated throughout the room. Petra’s screams punctuated the soundtrack, making it clear exactly what we were up to. She lowered a hand to the counter to propel herself forward, helping me out in the last few seconds before ecstasy hit.

My vision narrowed, and I closed my eyes. These last few thrusts were all I needed to take myself over the edge. Just as I was prepared to fulfill my duty and make her my queen, she cried out, long and low. Her inner walls convulsed around my shaft, giving me that final punch I needed to release my load.

I shuddered against her, feeling my body drained of its life force. Holding on tight, I fell away from the world for a moment, soaring up to the ceiling on wings of pure lust. She was breathing heavily, her skin slick with sweat. We rested against each other, having nowhere else to go. My heart fluttered back down into my chest, resonating with hers.

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