Page 17 of Riding Curves

I lean in and kiss the top of her head as I tug her panties to the ground. “We’ll go slow, angel.”

She nods and whimpers as my bare hand lands on her smooth, plump entrance.

Damn this is nice. She’s soft like velvet, and whimpers and jolts with every touch as though she’s a live wire and I’m the electricity.

My cock grows harder with every jump, and I cradle her face in my hands, kissing her lips deeply as I slide a finger into her soft mound as she strokes my length in her hands.

In and out, over and over, I finger her pussy, playing in the silky juices she’s making before sliding the fingers into my mouth to lick them clean.

She’s delicious, and like a starved dog with his first bite of food, I come alive. Every moment in my life, leading to this moment, was nothing until right now. Right now, I’m on drugs. I’m high on cocaine. I’m desperate for a fix.

I growl and wrap my arms around her body, squeezing her ass gently before roaming up and over her breasts again.

Lily moans, brushing her soft pink pussy against my hard cock.

“Are you going to be a good little angel and bend over for me?”

She nods and bends onto the couch, presenting her dripping wet pussy like a pretty little package that’s desperate to be eaten.

I run my hand over the lips and bend down toward her, sucking and licking her clit, until she’s jumping and convulsing against my beard.

How have I lived without her? How have I gotten by without the sweet taste of this angel in my mouth, on my lips, against my tongue?

“I don’t have a condom. That’s a problem.” I say it out loud before contemplating a solution.

“That’s okay. We don’t need one.”

“I won’t be able to pull out. I don’t trust myself.”

“Don’t then. We’re good. Just come inside me. Please!” There’s desperation in her tone. An ache I’ve never heard from another human being. It’s deep and yearning, impatient and frantic.

Kneading her ass, I work toward her entrance, sliding the head of my cock against her silky wet slit before pushing in further.

There’s no thought to the movement, only need. Raw, wild, need and I’m here for all of it.

Her hair drapes against the side of her shoulder and onto the bed as I push into her core, thrusting harder and harder. My hands drive into her hips and my biceps lock as I thrust faster, watching as the vibrations send a ripple through her ass and into her shoulders.

I lean forward and tuck my hand onto her breast. She’s sticky with sweat, and as I wrap around her, I can’t help but feel like this is where I’m supposed to be. Against her skin, on her body, next to her beating heart.

I thrust harder. “You’re so wet, angel. Are you going to come for me?”

She whimpers in succession, an answer of sorts, as I reach around and circle her clit with my thumb. This is another first, but she reacts to my touch as though she likes what I’m doing, so I go faster, thrusting and circling until I’m so drunk with her panting and moaning that I empty myself inside of her with a loud, deep moan.

I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. It’s euphoric and as every nerve in my body fires, all I see is black. My eyes open slowly and the room spins. I pump in and out of Lily slower now.

The series of rhythms against her small frame excites her until she’s thrusting against me aching for relief.“More! More! More!”she shouts, as tiny convulsions take her over, leaving behind whimpered aftershocks that shake through the both of us.

I expect her to be finished, but she turns back and lands her lips on my cock, sucking and licking the fragile afterglow off as my heart slams against my chest. I fist into her hair and growl out as she pulls her lips off of me.

With her gaze on me and her pouted lips parted, she backs off gently. “Sorry. I had to know what we tasted like together.”

I grin. “That’s something we’re never going to be sorry about, okay?”

She turns back toward me, straddling my lap as I sit back on the couch. “Deal. How are you feeling? Do you regret anything?”

My brows narrow as I smooth up and down her back, tickling the last bits of sensation out of her. “I don’t regret a second of that. Do you?”

She smiles that gorgeous grin that I can’t get enough of. “No. Not a second.”

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