Page 6 of CurVy Forever
God.
I arch off the mattress.
I’ve never felt this before.
This is too much.
I want something.
A release.
My pulse thrashes in my neck.
Sweat slides between my breasts.
A ball of searing pleasure grows and grows, and suddenly, I’m whimpering as heat rushes to the nerves he is playing methodically along.
“That’s it, baby. My mezzo-soprano. Let me have it.”
“God.” A burst of fluid jets from me. “Fuck. Tyler.”
I come long and steady, powerful squirts jolting from me. I get wetter and wetter. And his tongue is there now, licking me through the sensation that damn near twists my spine into ropes.
It keeps going.
He’s right; my orgasms are longer with him.
The squirting sensation slowly dwindles, leaving a mellow pleasure that pours through me, warming my veins like hot chocolate on a cold day.
Satiated and content, I feed my fingers through his hair, circling the dark strands lovingly as he licks me.
His shoulder blades roll when he crawls up the mattress, his lips snatching what breath I have left on a deep and meaningful kiss.
Needy, he lifts to grip his cock and notches it at my entrance, slowly sliding in, laying his body over mine.
I grip his thick shoulders, a gasp leaving me when he stabs at my cervix. The deep thrusting sends aches through my pelvis. He likes it deep. I remember that.
He presses his forehead to mine and fucks me without ever drawing out completely.
He fucks like he loves, consumingly.
Sweat pools between our sliding bodies.
His hands are everywhere, skimming up my sides, gripping the curve of my breasts. He is all thick, defined muscles covering my smaller, rounder body.
His lips skate over mine.
“I want to fill your pussy with my cum, Vallie Baby. I wish you didn’t have that fucking thing in your arm. I don’t like it. It’s not natural. It’s not right to stop me. You’d look so cute with a pregnant belly. You’d look so pretty.” He talks against my lips, his cock thickening as he works the length only inches in and out. “I’d look after you while you’re pregnant. I’d massage your feet and lick your pussy. I’d worship you if you gave me a home with you.”
“Tyler,” I groan, my body feverish beneath his. “You do have a home with me.”
We barely know each other, you crazy motherfucker, but, God, I love the way you love. I hope this isn’t like a love bomb—that’ll die out. I can’t accept this kind of intensity if it’s going to dwindle. It’ll hurt so bad.
His shoulders bunch as he loses his pace for a moment. Heat from his groan hits my lips. He is taut beneath my fingers as he thrusts. “Jesus. Fuck. You feel so good. Made for me. Yes, baby. Like that. Suck me in.”
My eyes roll back.
“I never want to hurt you,” he says against my lips and strokes his fingers up my sides. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, baby. I’ll kill every fucker. The ones that look. The ones that mock or stand in my way.”