Page 68 of Curvy Love

“I’m making the rules here, Dimples, now do as your told.”

She takes her right hand and slides it between her thighs. I know when she touches because she moans at the contact.

“Good girl.”

That earns me a moan. Maybe she didn’t know that she liked being told what to do in bed. Hell, I’ve never barked orders at a woman before. But something about this woman—my woman—brings it out in me.

I need her to come one more time before I get mine. I can last. You don’t become one of the best footballers in the league without learning how to master your body.

“Oh God,” she pants.

“Keep circling that tight little clit. Goddammit Willow, I’m going to fucking come so hard in this tight pussy. That’s it.” I can feel her pussy getting tighter and her noises are getting louder. She’s close and I’m ready to go over the edge with her.

I pinch her nipple and go faster, fucking her hard and deep.

“Yes!” she shrieks and then she comes all over my cock. It’s enough to set me off.

It feels like the biggest orgasm of my life. I grip her hip tight as I hold myself inside her until my dick stops spasming.

We both gasp for air. She collapses fully onto the bed and I fall on top of her. I have enough presence of mind to not put all of my weight on her.

“Wow.”

I chuckle. “Yes, wow.” I pull out of her and make my way to the bathroom. “Stay right there,mo ghaol,I’ll be back to clean you up.”

I clean off my dick and notice the slight tint of her virgin’s blood on my dick mixed in with our come. I want to roar like a goddamn lion. She’s mine and only mine. I clean myself off and then go out and gently wipe her clean. She’s got red fingerprints on her hip where I obviously gripped her too hard.

“Dimples,” I climb into the bed and pull her against my chest. “I didn’t know you were untouched, I would have been more gentle. I’m sorry,mo ghaol.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. It was perfect.”

“You’re perfect. And I’m probably too cranky and too old for you, but I don’t care, Willow. I just don’t care. Because I want you. I want you to be mine forever.”

Her brown eyes stare up at me, wide and full of unspoken emotion. It’s too much for her tonight. I kiss her forehead, then gently against her lips. “Sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

chaptertwenty-nine

Willow

We spent two days holed up in my house ordering take-out, baking atrocious renditions of things from the British baking show and making love. Not to mention he tried to teach me to play soccer in the back yard—spoiler alert—I’m terrible at it as I nearly broke the kitchen window, two houses down. Don’t ask. And I showed him all the prototypes of the sensory toys I want to offer from my company.

He even offered to loan me the money I’d need to be fully funded and get off the ground. I told him no, of course, because I can’t let him pay for my stuff like that.

I’m currently standing at the sink cleaning dishes from our last baking disaster and humming along to the Christmas songs playing on my speakers. Then he’s behind me, wrapping his arms around me and putting his chin on my shoulder.

“I told you I would do these,” he says.

“And I told you that you’re a guest and guests don’t do dishes.”

“You could ask me to move in with you and then I wouldn’t be a guest.”

He keeps saying little things like that. Saying he wants to keep me forever. Hinting that this thing between us isn’t just us screwing around. I know I have feelings for him, but it just seems too much to hope that he feels the same. He’s older and worldly and I’ve never been out of the state of Texas. I’ve never even been to Lubbock, not that that’s saying much. I just don’t know that we make sense.

“What are you thinking,mo ghaol?”

“About our future, I guess.”

“So you do admit that we have one?”

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