Page 17 of His Curvy Obsession

CHAPTER SIX

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Olivia didn’t know what had awakened her before dawn. She lay still as memories of the night before flooded her mind. She felt the strong beat of James heart beneath her cheek as she lay almost on top of him. She smiled. This was her first morning after and it couldn’t have been with a better man, she thought. She moved her legs, feeling the slight ache between them. And neither could losing her V-card. She realized everything that had happened last night hadn’t been a dream. He was still solid and real beside her.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Olivia’s gaze flew to James’s face. “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough.” He laughed. He turned, facing her. “I thought maybe I’d dreamed you up last night.” He reached over and smoothed her hair from her face.

No doubt, she thought, she had morning bed head. But the look in his eyes had such heat and tenderness that she no longer had any doubts about herself, or her affect on this man. His body stretched along the length of hers, long and hot, all male and sending her sense into a riot. He wanted her, imperfections, and all.”

“Do you have to hurry away, this morning?” He asked.

“No, it’s Saturday.”

“Good.” His eyes roamed over her body. She still blushed slightly despite the things they had done last night. “How about we continue where we left off last night?”

He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. She realized he wanted her as much as he had last night. His cock was hard and pulsing against her thigh.

“Last night? Did something happen last night?” she teased.

He growled and flipped her on her back, his body covering hers, his legs spreading hers. “I guess I’ll have to refresh your memory.”

She felt him guide his cock to the entrance of her pussy. She was already wet, but he eased in slowly.

“Good?” he asked, still holding her gaze.

“Perfect.” She gripped his shoulders as he teased her. Entering for an inch or two, then slowly withdrawing. She didn’t know if he did it because he knew she was sore, or if he was trying to slowly torturing her to death.

She closed her eyes as he lowered his head, his mouth finding her nipple. He took the engorged tip into his mouth, sucking hard. She felt his body shift again as he took the breast in his hand and kneaded it. The pressure of his mouth had her wanting more. She spread her legs, making him slide in a little deeper. He growled at her maneuver and pulled back out, controlling the depth of his strokes.

He continued to slowly fuck her as he devoured her breasts. He nibbled and sucked, kneaded with his long, thick fingers. She was soon thrashing her head from side to side.

“James,” she groaned. “Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

He abandoned his sweet torture of her breasts and placed his arms at her sides, almost folding her into a hug.

“Please fuck me,” she begged, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him close for a kiss. Their tongues meet, revisiting their taste of each other. He stroked her mouth in a kiss that curled her toes and made her want him to move even more. She bucked her hips against him again.

He grabbed one leg, wrapping it around his waist, before gripping her hip to hold her still beneath him. He thrust forward, so deep and so hard, she almost whimpered, but the pain mixed with the pleasure and she only moaned. His hips continued to ram into hers. It was hard and fast and so exquisite she wanted to cry out.

Her body seemed to absorb his as he moved. They became one, existing apart yet together. Again and again, he took her, devouring her with his cock if that were possible.

“Come for me, Olivia. Come now.” He commanded, his fingers digging into her flesh so hard she knew she would have bruises in the morning.

She did cry out then. Cried out in the pleasure he brought to her body. Her release was hard and long, her pussy convulsing around his cock. The sensation sent him over the edge with her. She swore she could feel his come inside her and realize they hadn’t used protection, but she didn’t care.

All she cared about at this moment was this. Being in his arms, being with him.

James was in his office, but he couldn’t concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting to Olivia—her dazzling smile, the way his name sounded on her lips, how she fit perfectly in his arms when they made love. Damn, he wanted her again.

Lucas knocked on the open door, stepping inside. “I’ve been calling you for five minutes. Where were you just now?”

James grinned. “Thinking about Olivia, as usual.”