Thrown by a Curve

He pushed her back on the bed and laid his hand on her stomach. Her skin was so soft; he wanted to touch her all over. He snaked his fingers upward, teasing the tight points of her nipples. “Yeah? Did you do anything about it when you watched me?”


“Yes. I slid my hands in my panties and touched myself.”

His cock twitched at the visual of her watching him, being so excited by what she saw that she had to dip her hands inside her panties to touch herself. “Did you get off?”

Her breathing deepened. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

She gave him an off-kilter smile. “Well, I’m not wearing panties right now.”

He gave one of her nipples a teasing pinch. “Smart-ass. Show me how you touch yourself. You got to watch, but I didn’t. Though I have a confession of my own to make.”

Her lips parted, her breaths coming faster as she slid her hand between her legs. His balls tightened as he watched her spread her * lips to tease her sex. “What kind of confession?”

“The afternoon you locked yourself in your room and got yourself off? I was at the door listening.”

She gasped but not in outrage. She lifted her hips and swept her fingers over her clit. “You listened? I tried to be quiet.”

“Not quiet enough. I walked by and could hear you breathing. Not just regular breathing or I’m-having-an-asthma-attack breathing, but I’m-sexing-myself-up breathing.” He covered her hand with his. “Trust me, babe, I have radar that tells me when a woman is on the verge of orgasm.”

She sighed. “Good to know. And did you enjoy yourself?”

She was wet, and he coated his fingers with her, sliding them over her plump lips. “I got hard thinking about what you were doing in there. Listening but not being able to see you drove me crazy. I had to use my imagination.”

When he slid his fingers inside her, she let out a whimper. He pressed his cock against her hip and rocked against her, the need to be inside her nearly breaking him.

“And what did you do after?”

“Later that night, I went into my room and jacked off.”

She lifted her hand and wrapped it around his aching dick. “Another missed opportunity.”

He pushed her hand away, using his thumb to circle her clit. Alicia raised her hips and he knew he could make her come. But this time, he wanted to be inside her when she did.

“I think it’s time we do each other instead of ourselves,” she said. “I want your cock inside me.”

He couldn’t agree more.

“I like the way you think, Alicia.” He rolled over and kissed her, diving into her mouth like he was starving for a taste of her. She met his kiss with a fervor that drove him between her legs, the tip of his cock hovering near the entrance to her *.

It would be so easy to plunge inside her right now. But he jerked away and reached into his nightstand for a condom.

Alicia licked her lips, her body quaking with anticipation as she watched Garrett roll the condom on. He laid one hand on top of hers, wound their fingers together, and inched inside her.

“I like the way you talk to me,” he said, his voice low and dark, coiling around her belly and making her tighten with need. “I like that you’re honest with me, that you tell me what you want, what you think about, what you need.”

“What I need? This.”

He buried himself deep then stopped, his cock pulsing.

“You’re what I need, too, Alicia. Everything I’ve needed ever since I met you.” He swept her hair away from her face. “You feel good surrounding me.”

She clenched around his cock, his words causing her belly to tumble.

She expected him to give it to her hard and quick. She’d come in a hurry, she knew it. Instead, he eased out then inched back in again, a slow, deliberate torment that made her feel all of him, every sensation, as if they were making love in slow motion.

Taking it leisurely like this destroyed her. A fast, furious fuck would have been emotionless. Like this, his gaze riveted to hers, was so intimate, took so much from her. More than she was willing to give. She closed her eyes and just felt, letting each stroke carry her to a place where nothing mattered but the incredible sensations threatening to drive her to the brink and over.

“Alicia. Look at me.”

She couldn’t. It was just too damn good, and she was already in over her head. She hadn’t expected this. Not with Garrett, and not so soon.

But when his lips brushed hers and he took her mouth in a kiss that was so deep her toes curled, she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed his hand.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered against her lips. “Do this with me.”

She sighed, then lifted her lids.

His eyes compelled her. So clear, so filled with desire and a hunger that matched hers. She shouldn’t be a coward, but he asked for so much. And when he pulled back and thrust again, ever so slowly, she let out a shaken gasp, sure he was going to own her in ways she’d never let anyone possess her before.

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