Page 18 of Wild Curves
I slide my palm to the hotspot between her legs where she’s wet and sticky from the shower and her own juices blending together.
I drop to my knees, licking her nipples and belly until I’m between her thighs. As I run my tongue over her glistening folds, she lies back on the bed propped up on her elbows.
“Relax, Maggie. I’m gonna take care of you.”
I keep one hand strumming her nipple as I duck my head between her thighs. Her pussy tastes divine and I devour it with slow movements, sucking and licking and kissing her most sensitive parts. My other hand pushes her thighs open until her flower blooms for me. She’s beautiful, the soft pink like a ripe strawberry ready for picking. It’s the sweetest sight I’ve ever seen.
My finger runs through her folds, and I slide a digit into her pink opening.
She’s so tight it makes my dick ache. Thinking about being inside her is pure torture. But it’s too soon. I promised I’d take care of her this weekend, and that’s what I intend to do.
My finger glides in and out of her opening as my tongue licks her sweet folds.
She’s the sweetest dessert, and I devour every single drop of her.
Lifting up her leg, I sling it over my shoulder and she opens up, moaning in pleasure. The shy girl is gone as she writhes on the bed, letting me devour her sweet, sweet nectar.
“Arlo…” she pants, and I love the way she says my name. “Something’s happening.”
Something in her tone gives me pause, and I lift my head.
“Have you ever done this before, babydoll?”
She shakes her head. “I’m a virgin.”
My dick strains against my pants. Sweet Jesus, she’s everything a man could want served up on a platter before me. Mine for the taking, mine to devour, mine to look after.
I want so bad to pop that sweet cheery, but I’m a patient man. I’ll make her ache for me first.
“Just relax. The pressure’s gonna build, and you’re gonna come, and it’s gonna feel so fucking good. Just remember who it is making you feel so good.”
I pinch her nipple as I say it, and she mewls. I dip my head between her thighs, sucking and lapping, my fingers fucking her tight cunt until I feel her pussy flutter and convulse, squeezing my fingers tight.
Her juice explodes on my tongue, and I glance up. Her beautiful face is scrunched up, her jaw shut tight, too afraid to make a noise. I’ll change that. By the end of the weekend, I’ll have her screaming my name so loud it’ll rattle the windows.
Her body’s trembling, but I’m not done yet. I want her thighs coasted in juice and her knees wobbling when she leaves my cabin.
I press my face against her pussy again, and I don’t let up until her body shakes and another orgasm claims her.
Only then do I pull away.
“I’ve never done that before,” she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.
God, she’s so perfect. I climb onto the bed next to her and pull her into my arms. My cock’s aching for release, but it will have to wait. I want my girl to feel good this weekend. I said I’ll take care of her, and that’s what I’ll do.
I kiss the top of her head and point to the plate of food still warm on the bedside table.
“Eat. You’ll need your strength today.”
Her brow furrows. “Why?”
She slides the tray onto the bed and attacks the eggs. Watching her eat makes me smile. My girl’s got an appetite.
“I’ve booked your parents on the brewery tour at ten. And then I thought we’d check out one of the mountain trails.”
She stares at me, a piece of bacon in one hand. “You’re coming today as well?”
I give her my best grin. “Of course I am, babe. I don’t do anything by halves, Maggie. If I’m in, I’m all in.”
