My stomach somersaults. My chest tightens. I am a little nervous about how he’s going to find my body. Not that I’m self-conscious.
I like my curves a lot. I also like to sample my cooking, so I know I have a few extra pounds around my butt and stomach I’ve never managed to shake off.
He drags his gaze down my chest, my stomach, pausing on my pussy unabashedly. When his cock twitches, I know, he likes what he sees. And when he completes the slow appraisal of my body and raises his gaze to mine, the heat in them hits me in the chest. Whoa. I swallow. A buzzing sensation zips under my skin. I feel like I’ve been plunged into a cauldron of feelings which threaten to overcome me. And he hasn’t even touched me.
He crooks his finger.
I take a step forward, then another, until my toes brush his. This close to the heat from his body is already unbearable. A bead of sweat slides down my throat. He leans in and licks it up.
I shiver.
He kicks my feet apart.
I gasp.
Every move of his seems to be calculated to raise my desire further. To unfurl the wings of my need, until I feel like I’m burning up.
"James," I whisper.
"I’m here, baby."
He slides to his knees so he’s at eye level with my pussy.
Seeing him kneeling before me and staring at my cunt feels almost transcendental and, strangely, primal.
He takes my hand and places it on his head. "Hold on."
Without giving me a chance to reply, he pries my pussy lips apart and licks my cunt.
"Jesus Christ." I grab his hair and tug. "What are you doing to me?"
He licks into my slit, thrusting his tongue inside, and makes me see stars. My knees get weak, and I begin to sway. He closes a big hand around my hip and steadies me. Still holding me open with one hand, he licks, sucks, then drags his teeth across my cunt.
Shock waves shoot out from the point of contact. Goosebumps pepper my skin. And when he closes his teeth around my clit and gently tugs, I fall apart.
The orgasm sweeps me off my feet. Literally. I fold over him, panting like I’ve run miles. I’m aware of my cum running down my inner thighs. And when he licks it up, another shudder of arousal grips me again. I’m also slightly mortified by the fact that I came so quickly. I slowly straighten and look down to find he’s watching me with soft eyes.
He squeezes my hips and gives me a genuine smile. "How do you feel?"
"Like I just had the most intense orgasm of my life."
He flashes me a grin, which has my stomach doing a somersault. Wow. I’ve never seen him this open. This easy to read. This…excited, all because he made me come.
"I’m just getting started." He rises to his feet, then boosts me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and wind my arms around his neck. The wetness between my thighs must smear his torso, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He carries me to the bed and lowers me onto the mattress. Then he walks around to the bedside table, pulls it open, and retrieves a condom.
It makes sense. We’re only temporarily married. We might not be together for much longer, once his investors recommit their capital to his project. We’re not in a lasting relationship. So why do I feel like it’s another barrier he’s put between us?
He returns to the foot of the bed and then all my thoughts disappear. The combination of his gorgeous body, those intense eyes, and that larger-than-life upright cock makes my mouth water. My heart stutters. I involuntarily close my thighs. I want to feel him inside me. But I’m also not sure if it’s going to fit.
He frowns. "I won’t hurt you."
"Umm, have you seen the size of your dick?"
His face stays serious, but his eyes take on a pleased light.
