Page 14 of Cajuns. Love. Curves.

“Are you going to make yourself come, rocking on my cock like that, sugar?”

“I think I might. It feels so good.” Rock, rock, rock.

Goddamn, I’m having to think about code and statistics to keep my mind off of the insane slickness of her sweet pussy against my dick.

Then her head tosses back. “Oh my, Remy!” She repeats my name like a prayer as her body quakes on top of me.

I lay back on the bed and buck my body so I can move further onto the surface. Then I grab her waist and lift her.

“One more. I gotta taste this one,” I say.

“What?”

“Right here, put your pussy right on my mouth.”

She lowers herself and I dive in. Immediately I suck her clit into my mouth.

“Oh, oh, Remy, I don’t think…” But then she’s rubbing her pussy all over my mouth and it’s fucking glorious. This woman that has been raised to believe she should be tentative and unassuming, at her core, she is full of loud, beautiful colors.

“Fuck!” she shrieks as she comes and I lap up all her juices. Then she falls onto the bed next to me.

“I think you might have killed me,” she says.

I chuckle, then roll over and kiss all over her face and neck. “You seem to still be breathing. For which I’m quite thankful. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. But even more than that, you’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”

She opens one eye. “I would say that you don’t get out much, but we both know that’s not true.”

“I’m serious, Ava. You’re amazing. And I don’t ever want to let you go.”

She reaches down between us and wraps her fingers around my throbbing hard dick. “I don’t want to let you go either.”

“I hope you mean that metaphorically because I’m going to need you to let my cock go at some point so I can slide it inside you. You should be nice and wet now for me.” I look down in her face. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“No, Remy, I want this. I want you. I want you inside of me. Now, please.”

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I run my palm along his thick, rigid shaft. He’s veiny and hot and I’d really like to try to taste him, lick around his head and suck him into the recesses of my mouth.

“Sugar, I wouldn’t last a minute if you did that,” he says.

“I said that out loud again, didn’t I? I really need to do better about keeping my thoughts silent.”

“I don’t know. I kind of like hearing them.” He pumps into my hand, his pelvis thrusting gently. The muscles on display while he holds himself above my body to do that are just ridiculous.

And it makes me giggle.

“I’m almost scared to ask what you’re laughing about, but damn if I don’t love the sound of your giggle so much I have to know.”

“I was just watching the impressive display of your muscles and strength and thinking it would be a really inappropriate ad for one of those exercise equipment commercials.”

He smiles down at me and it’s such a pure, authentic smile that I’m overwhelmed with affection for this man. No, not affection. It’s love that I’m feeling. I’ve fallen in love with this sensitive, protective, bossy, gorgeous Navy SEAL. And I know he’s mentioned things about keeping me and this not being a one time thing. But I also know that men say things like that when it comes to sex. So I’m certainly not holding my breath. I mean, what would I do? Move to California with him?

“Will you please…” I pause because I’m not accustomed to cursing around people. Especially not in this kind of situation. “Remy, will you fuck me?”

He growls, a deep lusty sound and it’s a live wire to my clit. I whine and shift under his body, releasing his cock with my hand and running both of my palms up his back.

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