Page 17 of Curvy Perfection

Ward didn’t say a word, and in that moment, she knew they hadn’t even stopped the first time to put on a condom. They were both behaving irrationally.

Ward slid his hands up to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples before sliding back down to touch her clit. The moment he stroked her nub, she lost all sense of thought and simply gave herself up to him.

He stroked her clit and Kirsty closed her eyes, basking in the pleasure. She didn’t for a second believe she would be able to come a fourth time, but he surprised her again, sending her higher toward the stars, and when she didn’t think there was a way to reach them, he sent her over the edge.

Even before it was over, he slid them around and drew her legs up high onto his waist as he began to fuck her, driving in hard and deep.

She moaned his name and he growled hers. The only sounds were of their pleasure and they seemed to echo off the walls. The slapping of their bodies was the most erotic sound, and the greatest feeling. His large cock hit a point within her that made her cry out with pleasure.

“I’m not going to last.”

He drove inside her one final time, and she felt the hard kick of his cock as he began to spill his seed.

Ward collapsed over her once his orgasm subsided, and Kirsty wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes. She suddenly felt tired.

“You’re not in any kind of pain?” he asked.

“No, none.”

“Good.” He kissed her lips, easing out of her, and then moved in behind her. “Do you mind if I stay the night?” Ward asked.

“No, I don’t mind.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her back against him. Her ass nestled against his pelvis. His cock was no longer hard, but she felt the length of it pressing against her.

Ward kissed her neck, and she felt so … complete. So at ease.

“Good night,” he said.

“Good night, Ward.”

Kirsty didn’t think she would be able to sleep with Ward in her bed holding her, but as the seconds ticked by, sleep claimed her.

Chapter Seven

Two Months Later

“You’re moody,” Christopher said.

“I’m not moody. I’m thinking … that is a completely different thing.”

He wasn’t in the mood to talk. This morning, once again, he and Kirsty had woken up together, and she had no choice but to run to the toilet to vomit. He had noticed this happening every day this past week.

It wasn’t down to the food she had eaten, as she’d cooked it all, and he was fine. They had gone from sharing one or two meals a week to eating with each other every single day. If they were not at his home, they were at hers, and they were still sneaking around.

The sneaking around had started to bother him a little. He wanted to make their relationship public, but Kirsty wasn’t ready. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was embarrassed to be dating him, which upset him. He wasn’t embarrassed about her, but Kirsty was still insisting on them sneaking around.

There was no fun to be had. No fun at all.

He ran a hand down his face, and where a few months ago he’d found himself to be inspired, right now he was in a mood. Even though he’d told Christopher he wasn’t in a mood, he was. And it was all because of Kirsty.

His Kirsty. The woman he’d fallen in love with. No, that was not accurate. The woman he’d been in love with since high school, but one stupid reason after another had kept them apart. He was pissed.

And she could also be pregnant, which he didn’t know if she was aware of or not.

“You and I have two very different definitions of what we consider moody,” Christopher said.

“Look, I’m sorry, I’m not in the mood.”