Page 44 of Curvy Love

“I’m not super experienced and I really like you. I want everything to be amazing.”

I kiss her forehead. “Making things amazing is my job, pretty girl. You just need to get out of your head so much.” I turn her away from me so I can unzip her dress. The polka-dotted fabric parts revealing her back and a candy-red bra. I lean forward and nibble on the exposed skin of her shoulder. Her skin pebbles with goosebumps.

I unzip the rest of the dress and I see she’s wearing matching red panties. My dick surges in my pants, but I ignore him. It’s not his turn yet. I slide the sleeves off her arms, then the dress falls around her feet.

She looks over her shoulder at me and she’s so beautiful it takes my breath away. Her messy curls sit atop her head in some kind of bun thing. She doesn’t wear much make-up except today with that fuck-me red lipstick that I desperately want to see encircling my dick.

I run one hand down her spine and she shivers at my touch. She toes off her heels and then turns to face me and I’m not prepared for her curves in the sexy red underwear. Her tits are big and the push-up bra showcases their abundance. Her waist dips in accenting her soft belly and flared hips. The red piece of fabric covering her pussy is begging to be ripped in half. I want her naked now.

“Take the rest of it off.” I rub a hand down my face, then jerk at my tie, loosening it. I get that off and work on my shirt, then my shoes and socks. I leave my slacks on because if I get naked with her, I’m going to just fuck her and I want to make her come again before I seat myself inside her slickness.

I look up and she’s still standing there wearing her undergarments.

I lick my lips. “Paisley, take them off or I will rip them off. I’m trying to stay in control.”

She sucks in a breath and reaches behind to unhook her bra. It slides down her arms as she wiggles out of her panties and then she’s gloriously bare in front of me. Her pussy isn’t quite bare, but her neatly trimmed hair is blond and not very visible.

“Christ,” I murmur. “Lay down on the bed and spread yourself open to me.”

Obediently, she follows my instructions. Her knees part. The scent of her arousal teases me as I crawl onto the bed and wedge myself between her thighs. I spread her open with my thumbs. I tease her with tiny nibbles and kisses on the outside of her lips, not touching her when I know she wants me most.

“Ezra, please,” she whimpers.

I don’t make her wait any longer. I put my mouth on her perfect pussy. Her taste explodes on my tongue. I lick up from her entrance all the way to the bundle of nerves at the top. I flick my tongue across her clit, back and forth, back and forth a few times until she’s rocking beneath me and moaning.

I rock myself against the mattress because I can’t fucking help it. She’s turning me on so much I’m probably going to come in my pants. And I do not even care. Because I’m not taking my mouth off her pussy until I taste her release. I lick tight circles around her clit, then slide two fingers inside her hot channel.

She writhes against my mouth, whimpering my name. My fingers curl to find her g-spot, then I suck her clit into my mouth. I run my tongue across it, while moving my fingers and she shatters.

And so do I. The taste of her pleasure imprints on my brain, and I know without a doubt that there will never be another woman for me. Goddamn, she’s sexy.

I’m going to marry the shit out of this woman.

I kiss her inner thighs, then stand from the bed. “I’ll be right back.” I disappear into my bathroom where I take off my pants and boxers and clean myself up. Then I stroll out into the bedroom.

She’s still starfished on my bed and I chuckle. Her head lifts. “Don’t laugh at me. I think I might have lost some brainwaves with that one.”

“That’s okay.” I crawl onto the bed next to her. “I came all over myself like a goddamn teenager.”

Her wide green eyes find mine. “You did?”

“You have no idea what you do to me, pretty girl.”

She leans her head up and kisses me, not minding that I obviously taste like her. I move my body atop hers, settling my dick—which is rock hard again—in the cradle of her thighs. She pulls back with a gasp.

“You’re hard already?”

I grin at her. “I told you I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else.”

“I’m clean and I’m on birth control,” she says. Then squeezes her eyes shut. “That wasn’t very smooth.”

“It was you. That’s all I need. I’m clean, too. But I can still use a condom, if you’d like me to.”

“It’s unnecessary.”

"Can I fuck you?" I ask.

Her thighs part and come up on either side of my hips. “Yes.”

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