Page 17 of His Curvy Woman

Chapter 8

Hunter

I never would have imaginedWhitley was insecure about her body because of how beautiful she is, there’s no reason for her to feel that way. It blows my mind that she finds herself anything less than the sexy woman she is. If she needs this, needs me to show her just how fucking beautiful every inch of her is, I’m more than happy to be the man to do it.

That black cotton thong is teasing me, begging me to rip it off of her thick luscious body. All I can think about is shoving my face in her dripping cunt and tasting her sweet nectar. My woman needs slow. If I’m correct, which I fucking hope I am, I’m the first man to touch her like this, and I’ll be the fucking last. I’ll show her just what it means to be desired for the queen that she is. I grab her ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze them before spreading them apart and kneading them with my fingers.

I spank her ass cheek lightly, earning a well-deserved gasp from Whitley. She’s watching everything I’m doing to her in the mirror, and it’s making this even hotter than if I were doing this to her on the bed twenty feet away from us. My dick is pressing against my zipper, begging to be let out, so I pop the button on my jeans and slide my zipper down. My dick bobs free against my stomach, and I give it three strokes before pinching the head to keep from coming. The only thing keeping me from getting a taste of her sweet pussy is this thong, it’s got to go, now!

“Turn around Whitley.” I all but growl.

She studies me in the mirror before doing as I say. Starting at her knees, I kiss up her inner thighs until I reach her pussy. Before I can do anything else, she squeezes her legs together and covers her pussy with her hands. Slow down Hunter, this isn’t a race, it’s a marathon. I tell myself when I look up and see the apprehension in her eyes.

I stand from my kneeled position and quickly tuck myself back into my jeans. The last thing I’m going to do is rush her into something just so I can find relief. I’d rather die than have her regret our first time. I wrap my arm around her waist and then kiss her lips softly. “Put your arm around my neck baby.” She studies me warily and whatever she finds there puts her at ease. As soon as she slings her arm around my neck, I sweep my arm behind her knees and lift her up, then carry her over to my bed. I set her down slowly in the middle and lay her against my pillows, then cover her up with the sheet and quilt. I drop a kiss on her head and tell her I’ll be right back.

I walk out to the living room and check to make sure all the doors are locked then set the alarm. Security has always been important to me since we were taken into protective custody. I had never thought much about it before. Now that Whitley is in my home, she’s under my protection. If anything ever happened to her, especially if it were due to my negligence, I’d never forgive myself. Seeing Whitley’s purse sitting on the kitchen counter, I grab it then turn off the lights and walk back to my room. When I get there, Whitley is sitting up in bed, the sheet covering her perfect tits looking on the verge of tears. “Are you mad at me because I wasn’t ready?”

I shake my head. “Fuck no, baby!” I set her purse down on the floor near her side of the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed and run my thumb along her bottom lip. “I’m sorry I went too fast. I’ve been thinking about what I’d do to this body once I finally got my hands on you. My brain shut off, and instinct took over, but I don’t want to rush you into something you’re not ready for.”

She laughs at her own expense. “It was that obvious?”

I laugh and rub the back of my neck. “Ah, just a little bit.” I pinch my two fingers together.

She laughs and smacks my chest with the back of her hand, not hurting me. “Hunter, I’m so embarrassed. No one has ever touched me there before. The closer you got to my…”

“Pussy.” I offer, making her blush a deep red.

She clears her throat. “The closer you got to my pussy, the more I started freaking out.”

“Don’t freak out, baby. There is plenty of time for us to explore.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Whitley’s tongue pops out of hers and wets her bottom lip. Her legs shift under the sheets, and I can’t help but wonder how wet her pussy is between her thick thighs. “Do you want that baby? Do you want to explore? Do you want me to make you feel good without worrying about having sex tonight?”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind?” She asks.

I smile and stand from the bed. With my eyes on Whitley’s, I reach behind me and pull my shirt up and over my head, throwing it to the ground. She studies the ink on my chest hungrily. One day I’ll explain what they mean, but right now I’m on a mission, to make her comfortable with my touch. Next, I pop the button on my jeans and lose them quickly. At the last minute, I decide to leave my boxer briefs on, not wanting to push her too far. I hit the switch to turn the lights off then go back to bed and lie down beside her.

“Fuck,” I mumble.

“What’s wrong?” She giggles.

“I need a lamp for in here.”

“You need a hell of a lot more than a lamp Hunter. You don’t have anything.” She teases.

Finding her middle, I tickle her soft stomach making her giggle, which turns into a full throaty laugh. It sounds like the one I remember from when we were kids, but different, older. My dick, which has gone down some from earlier, swells in my briefs and a drop of precum forms at my tip, making me groan. The mood swiftly changes, and a heated silence descends.

Leaning over Whitley, I hold her cheek in the palm of my hand. Her hand slides over my stomach then travels up my chest and around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. Our lips connect in a heated kiss, our tongues dueling for authority. Ending our kiss, my tongue travels along her chin, nipping as I go until I reach her ear and tug her lobe into my mouth and bite, making her moan. “Your body is so fucking beautiful Whitley. I’m getting lost in it, lost in you. I’m going to taste every inch of you until no spot is undiscovered.”

“Yes.” She moans.

Traveling down her neck, I leave kiss after wet kiss until I reach her tits. Squeezing them together in my hands, I suck a nipple into my mouth and pull it between my teeth. I switch back and forth between nipples until Whitley is writhing beneath me, begging me to take away the ache building inside her.

“Hunter, please…I need more.” She begs again.

Kissing down her stomach, I reach her pussy and slowly start to pull her thong down her hips. “Is this okay baby?”

“Yes,” she moans.

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