Page 17 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Another thrust, another flicker of his tongue.
“I like to hike, eat good food, and listen to music. Most of all, I love fucking beautiful women.”
I can’t with this man.
My eyes roll in my head as his thrusts increase, his hand slipping lower, until it brushes against the soaked cotton of my panties. I’m too far gone to stop him now, and instead, I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, our eyes locking in the darkness.
“I can’twaitto fuck you, Aria.”
His finger strokes my sensitive nub, and I cry out. No one has touched me like this in what feels like forever.
“You’re soaked for me, baby. You’re not even trying to hide it.”
I bite my lip, my body betraying me with every pulse, every roll of my hips against his hand.
Damien leans in, his voice pure sin. “You want me to stop, sweetheart?”
My breath catches—we both know the answer.
“Fuck, Aria,” he groans as my fingers sweep over his tented pants.
My hand trembles and he reaches down, pushing his pants down.
Oh, holiness.
His dick is silky beneath my touch, and I can’t help but lick my lips. I wrap my hand around the girth, unable to believe how big he is. I slowly stroke him up and down, my thumb catching a scar where his foreskin used to be.
I suck in a breath.
He’s circumcised.
“Look what you do to me, baby,” he whispers, lips finding mine as I continue to stroke him. “I want to bury my head between your gorgeous thighs and wear them like a scarf on a cold winter’s day.”
I shiver, moans leaving my lips before his tongue thrusts into my mouth, curling around mine. My chest tightens with the thrill of his kiss, my hand still stroking his dick. His fingers move back down my stomach, and I tense, gripping his wrist as he smirks at me.
“I won’t stop touching you, Ari,” he whispers the nickname like he’s known me for years. “Never. Unless you tell me you don’t want me to.”
He’s a demon, that’s for sure. Because I’m drowning in sin, and I don’t want to come up for air.
“Tell me, Ari,” he whispers again, not moving an inch. “Do you want me to stop?”
I hesitate, and he moves away, my body cold without his touch. I reach out for him, pulling him back onto me as our mouths crash together, heated and frenzied. His fingers shift my panties to the side and touch my heated center, a deep growl leaving his lips.
“Look how wet you are for me, baby.” He strokes his finger along my slit, coating his fingers in my arousal. “You want me to bury my dick deep inside of you, don’t you?”
I can’t speak, my eyes rolling in my head as he plunges a finger deep inside of me, forcing me to arch my back and moan his name.
“Oh, I like that,” he chuckles. “Moan my name as you come around my fingers.”
Another finger joins his other, and I moan my desire. His thumb presses against my clit, and my body arches again, my breath staggered. I want to reach for his dick, but I’m paralyzed by desire, my body climbing a mountain with a terrifying summit.
I’m going to come…
His thumb swirls around my clit as his mouth meets mine, swallowing my moans as I shake and shudder beneath him.
“Yes, Ari, baby, that’s it…”
My vision darkens, and my breathing halts, my legs tensing as I buck against his fingers, his hot breath on my neck.
