Page 16 of Curvy Love

Fuck me she’s tight. It’s on my lips to tell her to go as slow as she needs to when she just sinks down all the way on me. We both groan.

“You feel so good, so tight and perfect.”

Her hands press against my chest until I’m laying back down and she rocks on me, squeezing my cock and rubbing her clit against my stomach.

“Quiero pasar mi vida contigo.”I do want to spend the rest of my life with her. I feel so settled in her presence. I’ve been restless for years since I left the Marines, but Laurel quiets all of those old ghosts.

She moves up and down on my cock and I grip her hips watching her tits bounce with every thrust. I look down to see my length disappearing inside her and I can see her pussy lips spread, see them pounding against me every time she slides down.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she says. “I think I’m gonna come again.”

“Si, muñeca.”My heaven, my sky, she is my heart.

She shatters around me, her pussy milking my cock and I come with her, shouting her name. I stay like that, holding her, my dick still inside her. I’m reluctant to leave her body because I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want my time with her to ever end.

But I’ve got to dispose of the condom. So I do that, then use a warm cloth to clean her up.

She sits up—holding the sheet to the front of her body—hiding herself from me. “I guess I should probably go, huh?”

“Please don’t go.” I guide her back to a laying down position, then crawl under the covers and plaster my body to her back—big spoon to her little spoon. “Stay with me. Don’t tell anyone because it will totally ruin my reputation as a badass former Marine, but I really love to cuddle.”

She giggles. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Everything about this feels right.

At some point in the middle of the night she arches her curvy ass back into me with a moan and I take her from behind, fondling her breast and whispering filthy things in Spanish. We come apart together, then both fall back asleep.

I wake to several voices, then there’s a bang on my wall.

Several loud thuds rumble through my house before my brain clears enough to put the pieces together.

They’re here. My sisters.

Shit, I forgot they were coming.

“Up and at ‘em,Mijo. We’re celebrating Cinco de Mayo today and you’re on guac duty.” It’s my oldest sister, Connie standing just outside my closed bedroom door.

“Connie! Do you mind? I’m not alone in here.”

A series of hushed voices come down the hall. “He’s not alone?” “Who’s he got in there with him?”

I roll my eyes.

I lean over Laurel to see if she’s sleeping through any of this and find her clutching the sheet to her chest, eyes wide.

“Morning,muñeca.Apologies that my sisters have intruded.”

“He called hermuñeca,” Isabel fake whispers.

“Oh, helikesher,” Toni’s voice chimes in.

“Get out of my hallway and get to the kitchen,” I yell. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Bring your doll with you,” Connie says.

“Ay, Dios Mío,” I say.

Laurel sits up, still clutching the sheet to her chest. “I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I spent the night. I’m so sorry, Alex.”

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