Page 28 of A Lady's Curves
Swimming closer, he stands and his shoulders breach the surface. “I’m honored to have your trust.”
As I step deeper, he comes closer until he’s submerged to the waist and it’s a bit deeper for me. My breasts bob at the top of the water.
Oscar wraps his arm around me and lowers his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth.
I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “Oscar.” I thread my fingers through his head. “Oh, why can’t I resist you?”
He sprinkles kisses across my chest and up my neck. “I sincerely hope it’s because you don’t wish to, Ann. I know thatI’ve longed for more of you these weeks. Trying to be a gentleman has been torturous.”
His tongue skims the shell of my ear and my body is on fire. I grip his back and pull myself in, wrapping my legs around him. I offer my lips, and he devours them. Kissing Oscar is like finding air when there has been none. I can’t get enough of him. I need more.
His cock presses hard between our bodies. Gripping my bottom, he carries me out of the water.
“I’m too heavy.”
In his green eyes, a woman could get lost. The way he looks at me is both tender and lustful. “You’re perfect.” Putting me on my feet on the soft grass near our clothes, he digs out his coat and spreads it on the ground. “Will you lie down?”
With my legs shaking from either lust or fear of being discovered, I’m more than happy to lie back on his coat. “How can you be certain no one will come looking for us?”
Beautifully naked, he stretches out beside me. “No one ever comes here.”
“I did.” I run my hand down his broad chest.
He kisses my cheek. “I’m glad you did. If you’re uncomfortable, Ann, we can dress and go back to the house.” He kisses my neck, trailing his tongue along my pulse and along my collarbone.
My breath is shallow and quick. Everywhere he kisses me burns for more and my womanhood aches to be touched. “I trust you, Oscar.”
Stopping, he lifts his head and looks into my eyes. “You can trust me. I will never hurt you or allow anyone else to.”
Women speak of the promises men make in such situations. Still, he sounds so sincere, I almost believe him. “Will you show me how to please you?”
“You cannot know how your being here naked with memakes me feel, or you wouldn’t ask that question.” He runs his hand between my breasts, down my abdomen, and slides two fingers between my folds.
Pleasure fills me and I let my legs fall open. He spreads my folds and rubs my bud until I’m writhing. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. “Oh, Oscar. I’m. Oh.”
“I would love to hear you let go and scream out your pleasure, love.” Sliding a finger inside me, he works my flesh until I’m close to ecstasy.
“I need. Oscar.” Pleasure swamps me, cascading through my entire body and culminating between my thighs.
Covering my mouth with his, he swallows my screams of pleasure. Gentling the kiss, he pulls me close, then rolls so that I’m straddling his hips.
Not sure what to do, I stare at him as the last shudder of pleasure races through me. “I don’t know what you want.”
Running his finger through my tussled hair, he lifts his hips so his shaft slides along my slit. “I want you to do as you please, love. You are in control.”
There is something quite heady in having power over a man like Oscar. Rising to my knees, I center him at my entrance, and lower until he fills me.
He cries my name over and over like his most ardent prayer. Gripping my hips, he holds me in place, his eyes closed. A moment later, he releases me.
I rise and fall, rise and fall. Every time he fills me, my body tightens. The base of his shaft rubs against my bud. My body is on fire. I quicken the pace, chasing the pleasure I never knew existed before Oscar. Now I need it like my next breath. Throwing my head back, I ride him hard and fast, until I can’t wait another second and my body squeezes his shaft, milking more delight.
“Oh, Ann. Ooohhh.” Gripping my hips, he pulls me up andoff before hugging me tight and spilling his seed between us. “You are magnificent.” He kisses my forehead while caressing me from my bottom to my shoulders.
I have never felt so adored.
“We should clean up and go back to the house,” he whispers against my hair.
Deliciously sore, I rise and step into the cool water. A moment later, his arms are around me and nothing can be more perfect than floating in Oscar’s arms while the sun gives its last moments of daylight.
