Page 32 of His Curvy Temptation

Finished with the divine foot massage, his hands glide up my legs now, and then he pulls me onto his lap, palms sliding over my ass.

“Is this too much?” he mutters as I gaze down at him. “Too fast?”

“It’s too fast, but I don’t care,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You make me want to go too fast.”

I put my legs on either side of him and straddle him, grinding against his bulge. He groans, fingers digging into my hips as he clutches me tightly against him.

Andthisis why I want him. Because he makes me feel so fucking wanted, so desired, so beautiful. He looks at me and touches me as though he doesn’t just want me, butneedsme.

“I don’t expect to do anything physical tonight,” he says hesitantly, pulling away. “Really. If you feel pressure…”

“I don’t feel pressure,” I say. “I feel absolutely no pressure. I want this. Of course, if I’m pressuringyouI can always go home…”

I give him a teasing smile and make to get off of his lap. His hands quickly pull me back down onto him and he holds me there tightly by the hips.

“No way,” he growls, tasting the base of my throat, his whiskers scratching against the sensitive skin there in a way that triggers a full-body shiver in me. “I don’t need to bepressuredinto fucking you, Andy. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I first saw you.”

“You’ve got a dirty mind,” I reply. “Thinking about me in that way when I was there to do a job.”

“Only have a dirty mind for you,” he mutters. “It’s been torture, having a woman like you rubbing hot oil all over my body. Feeling your breasts brush against my shoulder when you lean over me. Your pussy only inches from my face at times, with you standing so close to me.”

His fingers find the zipper of my dress and pull it down, letting the dress slide off my shoulders and fall to my waist.

“I knew it,” he says, looking at my chest hungrily. “No bra beneath this thing. You’ve been torturing me all fucking night.”

“Not my intention,” I say with a smile, covering my breasts with my hands.

He grabs my wrists roughly, pulling them away so that my breasts are bared, nipples hard and waiting. Then he leans us over so that I’m laying back on the couch, my wrists held firmly over my head by one of his enormous hands while his other hand rips the rest of my dress down.

“I think your intention was very much to torture me,” he says, pulling my black lace thong down my thighs as well. When he pulls it off my ankles I see him pocket the underwear rather than throw it on the floor like he’d done with my dress and I know he intends to keep them and send me home without anything beneath my dress.

The idea of him keeping a souvenir, something of mine, is such a fucking turn on.

He stands up, holding me against him in his arms. Then he throws me back onto the couch, so suddenly and quickly that I scream in surprise. When I land he dives after me, pulling me by my ankles to him and pushing my legs apart.

“You’ve got a beautiful pussy,” he says, stroking my lips with his fingers. “And look…you’re already wet for me.”

I feel so exposed, so vulnerable and self-conscious in this position. I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath as his fingers continue stroking me softly, then gently open me.

When I feel his whiskers scratching against my inner thighs, I instinctively try to shut my legs around him.

His strong hands grip me by the thighs, pushing them apart again, and I go limp beneath him, breathing hard.

“Are you okay?” Elijah asks, coming back up to meet my eyes.

“Fine,” I say. “Just…nobody’s done this to me before.”

I’m almost embarrassed to admit this truth but if anything, Elijah seems more turned on.

“So after tonight, I’ll be the only man who’s tasted you?” he asks, fire behind his eyes as he stares me down.

“Yes.”

“I like that,” he says. “Ireallyfucking like that, Andy.”

Before I can respond — not that I even know what to say to him right now — his head is between my legs again and this time he doesn’t go slowly, his fingers parting my lips so that his tongue has direct, unshielded access to my clitoris.

His tongue feels amazing, better than my fingers or even my toys at my apartment have ever felt. Firm, hot, and wet, it circles my clit slowly. Unconsciously, I begin circling my hips in time with his tongue, deepening the pleasure. I feel his fingers gripping my ass, squeezing me so tight that it nearly hurts, pulling me against his mouth as his tongue goes faster…and faster…

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