Page 29 of His Curvy Woman

Chapter 12

Whitley

He was right,this bath feels so good, and it is soothing all of my aches from when we made love earlier. I run my fingers through my swollen folds, remembering how it felt when he was inside me. As my fingers rub up against my clit, it pulses, wanting more of what he did to me earlier today. Hunter isn’t a small man, so I was a little worried about how my body would take to his size, especially since it was my first time. I should have known that Hunter wouldn’t hurt me. Even when he tore through my virginity, it was more of a stretching fullness, an ache that was more pleasure than pain.

My body feels different than before. I’m no longer this young, virginal girl who doesn’t know what her body can do. Now when I put my hands on my hips, I feel Hunter’s hands gripping me tightly, moving me in a way that brings us both pleasure. My stomach is no longer something to hide, but something soft that he likes to kiss and caress, and one day will carry our children. My arms may not be slender, but they are strong, and they wrap around him perfectly, pulling him into me as we make love. This body is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s beautiful. It’s mine.

“How do you feel now, baby?”

My eyes flutter open, and I see Hunter, kneeling outside the bath. “Will you get in with me?”

Hunter’s eyes flash, then he’s up and pulling his shirt up and over his head. He undresses quickly, and I scoot forward for him to get in behind me. The bathtub is built for at least two people, and we fit together with plenty of room to move around. Once he’s sitting, he wraps his arm around my middle and pulls me, so my back is snug against his front, his long legs on either side of my hips. I lean my head back against his shoulder while I cup water in my hand and pour it over his leg that’s bent at the knee and sticking up out of the water. We sit in silence for a while, just being.

I raise my hand out of the water and stare at it. The little wrinkles that tell you it’s time to get out are starting to show. “I’m starting to prune. I should get out soon.” I grab the loofa and squirt some body wash on it.

When I rub it up my arm, Hunter takes it from me and starts washing my body. “Let me do it.” He washes my arms, then around my neck and down around my breasts. He cleans my back thoroughly then moves back to my front where he washes my stomach and then moves down to my pussy.

“Hunter, I can do this,” I mumble, embarrassed by how intimate this is becoming.

He kisses my shoulder, sucking on the pulse point between my neck and my shoulder. “Let me, baby,” he moans, dropping the loofa into the water and starts using his fingers instead.

“Are you sore?” He asks, while his fingers stroke through my folds.

“N... no.” I stutter, my body responding to his touch.

“Look at me.” He murmurs into my ear.

I turn my head to face him, and he reaches out and grasps my face in the hand that isn’t busy making my pussy feel amazing. “You’re so Goddamn beautiful, Whitley. Every fucking curve of your body tempts me. I’m a slave to you. Anything you desire, just ask, and you’ll have it.”

“I just want you, Hunter. It’s always been you.” For the first time, I kiss him first, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and releasing it from between my teeth. He groans, and his hardening dick goes rock solid against my back.

He slides two fingers inside me. In and out, his fingers slide, rubbing against the walls of my pussy, finding a spot I never have before. My body is wet, but my pussy is slick with desire. I need him inside me, and I’m not talking about his talented fingers. I turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck and continue kissing him deeply. His tongue and teeth are driving me wild, nipping, and sucking at my heated flesh. I move, so my legs are on the outside of his, then sit up on my knees. I snake my hand down his chest, over his abs and grasp his dick, then pump his large shaft between my fingers.

“Jesus Whitley, the things you’re capable of making me feel are out of this world.”

“I need you again, Hunt. Put your cock inside me.” I demand.

He grabs his dick and holds it so that I can center myself over him. My hands are on his shoulders, but I’m staring straight into his eyes, begging for something. I have no idea what I need, but he sure as hell does. “You got this love, ride me, use me, whatever makes you feel good.”

I slide down his dick then throw my head back and moan. I no longer worry about the way my body is looking or what Hunter thinks about it. I know he loves my body just as much as he loves my heart, and I can finally accept that it’s true because I love myself just as much. Without my insecurities holding me back, I’m free to be in our moment without fear of letting him down.

I slide up and down his dick, faster and faster, making both of us moan. Hunter grabs onto my hips and pulls me down with every thrust. Letting go of his shoulders, I grab my breasts and pull on my nipples, needing that extra bit of pain.

“Yeah baby, just like that. Fuck, I love watching you touch your tits. Like a fucking wet dream come to life.”

My pussy clenches around his dick, and he grunts.

“You like that, baby? You like it when I talk dirty to you?”

“Yessss.” I hiss.

“Your tight pussy is strangling my dick like a fucking vice. Jesus fucking Christ, baby, pull on your titties again.”

My body is humming with anticipation. I’m about to come, and it’s going to be harder than before. I only hope I can survive it this time. His fingers dig into my skin, and he rocks me harder and harder, as he thrusts up into me. Another thrust hits my clit just right, and I go off, my pussy contracts around his cock, and we’re both coming together.

“Hunter, oh my god. Just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I moan, my orgasm seeming never-ending as Hunter fills me full of his cum.

“Whitley, damn baby, you’re incredible.” Hunter kisses my forehead, my cheeks, and then my lips. “I love you.”

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