Curvy (6 page)

His eyes come to mine. I pull his hair a little harder. There’s a primal look in eyes as he licks his lips. It’s like he’s trying to taste me now that I pulled him from the source.

“I can’t seem to stop. I want more.” He almost sounds pained.

I want to give him more, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. I need a minute.

“Take me to bed.”

In one swift move, he lifts me from the table, pulling me into his arms, and heads out of the dining room.

He takes the stairs two at a time before heading down a long hallway with double doors at the end. He flings them open, carries me over to a giant bed, and lays me down softly.

I watch as he strips off his clothes.

“Lights. I want to see you.” It’s too dark, and I’m not getting to see every inch of him like I want to.

He reaches over and flips on the lamp next to the bed, giving a soft glow to the room as he finishes stripping, almost tripping over his pants as he hastily pulls them off his legs.

His body is ripped. He seems even bigger with his clothes off, if that’s even possible. A thin layer of hair coats his chest, and I want to reach out and run my fingers through it, feeling it and the hardness of his chest. My eyes go to his stiff cock.

“Holy shit.” The thing matches him in size. It looks red and angry and cum leaks from the tip. I don’t know how that’s going to fit, but I’ll try anything to make it happen. I want him inside me, and that’s going to happen. He reaches down and gives it a firm stroke. Firmer than I would think you should stroke it.

“Don’t look at it. In fact, I think maybe you should just close your eyes. They’re going to make me cum,” he says in a strangled voice. “Fuck it. It doesn’t matter. All of you makes me want to cum.”

I crawl to the edge of the bed, his eyes watching me the whole time. I lean down and pick up the tie he’d dropped to the floor as he undressed. I grab it and drop back onto the bed, opening my legs, not caring how sensitive my pussy still feels from the pleasure he gave me. I want to give him the same.

I lick my lips. “Are you going to join me? This time we don’t have an audience.” I drop the tie between us and bring my hands to the bars of the headboard, wondering if he’s going to rip the remaining clothes from my body.

S
talking over to the bed
, I keep my eyes locked on her as I climb on. I crawl up to her and move over her body. She takes a shaky breath.

Her red hair is wild against the pillow, and I need to see her. Now. I still have the taste of her pussy on my mouth and it’s driving me insane. I need to be inside her body, and I can’t wait any longer.

I reach down and rip her shirt open. Buttons go flying. Her sheer bra is the one from the photo shoot today and I hate to shred it. I reach behind her, unbuckling it and then taking it from her before throwing it to the floor. Once I’ve got her completely undressed, I grab my tie and run the silky material over her lush curves.

Her full breasts bounce with her giggle as I watch her nipples harden.

“Hands back above your head,” I say, and she does as I ask.

I’m amazed at how much trust there is between us, how it developed so quickly, but this feeling is so unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The pull to her is unstoppable.

When I’ve finished binding her wrists loosely to the bed, I lean down and kiss her neck.

“You can pull your arms free if you want, my love. But the idea is to keep them there because I want them there. And I want to finish what we started on that photo set.”

She moans as my tongue runs down to her breast, and I take a nipple in my mouth.

“Yes.” She shouts, and I smile around a mouthful of her.

Moving between her legs, I glide the thick ridge of my cock across her clit, teasing us both. I feel cum pulse out a little at the end, and I look down to see it drip on her soft belly.

“Please, Flynn,” Cali pleads, and I look up to see the need in her eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I confess, knowing that penetrating her will hurt. I want to be inside her so bad, but not if it means causing her pain.

My thick cock continues to rub against her clit as I thrust my hips back and forth. Dragging the hard length up and down her pussy, but never going inside.

“Oh, God. Flynn, I’m in pain because you’re not inside me.”

I lean down, kissing her lips, and try to help with what I’m about to do. Moving my hips slightly, I line up with her opening and thrust in.

She cries out into my mouth, and I hold her to me as I kiss her softly, showing her that I have her, and I let the pain ease. She’s so tight that I can hardly fit. My cock is being squeezed to the point of pain. I can’t imagine what this feels like for her, because my cock is throbbing from being gripped so tightly.

Reaching between us, I thumb her clit gently, trying to coax her back to pleasure. After a few easy strokes, I feel her pussy relax, and some of the tension around my cock eases.

“That’s it, Cali. The worst part is over.”

I pet her body, trying to show her how thankful I am that she let me have her and how I’m going to take such good care of her. I try to let my lips and hands show her what I can provide as she starts to come back to life under me.

Her hips move slightly, tentatively asking for more. I hold still while she explores her new fullness, and I grit my teeth together to keep from cumming.

After a moment, she’s moving more under me, and I start to give her shallow thrusts. I cup her face as I look into her beautiful green eyes, thinking how lucky I am that I found the one.

“Flynn.”

My name is so soft and sweet coming from her lips, and I want to hear her say it just like that, every day for the rest of our lives.

My thrusts speed up, and my strokes lengthen. Soon I’m pulling almost all the way out of her, then thrusting back in. My thumb on her clit picks up pace, and I feel her clenches on my cock start.

“That’s it, baby. Let me feel it.” I want her to cum all over me. My mouth, my cock, I don’t care. I just want her pleasure on me. I want to wear it like a badge of honor so that everyone knows I’m claimed by her.

I take her lips in a deep kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth as her orgasm starts. I eat the sounds of her ecstasy, swallowing her cries of passion. I want that from her, too. I want anything she’ll give me. I want her love and her lust inside of me.

When her pussy clamps down on my cock, it’s more than I can stand, and I follow her over. I thrust into her one last time, holding myself deep inside her as I cum in deep waves. It’s never been so strong, and my balls draw up tight, filling her little pussy with everything I have.

I break our kiss and rest my forehead against hers as I cling her to body and let the pleasure flow between us. It’s the single greatest moment of my life, and I’m not in a rush to let it end.

“Goddamn. Is sex always that good?”

I growl, looking up at her, and I see her bite her lip.

“Our sex will always be like this, and you’ll never know any different.”

She gets a concerned look on her face and looks up into my eyes a little worriedly. “Was it always like this for you?”

I hold her face with both hands so she doesn’t miss a word of what I’m about to say. I want to make it crystal clear, and I never want another doubt in her mind.

“I’ve never felt as fucking perfect as I do right this second, and as long as I’ve got you by my side, I never have to think about not feeling this fucking perfect. Nothing in my life has ever been as amazing as what we just shared. Nothing. You’re different.” I look into her eyes, seeing a little tear form. I lean down, kissing it away, and look back into her deep green eyes.

“How do you know?” she asks, and I can see the pleading in her eyes.

“Because I didn’t exist until the day I saw you.”

Kissing away another tear, I move inside her a little. I’m still hard as a steel rod, and there’s no sign of it going anywhere.

She moans and raises her hips to meet my downward strokes.

I pull back and feel the wicked smile across my face. “Now I want you to roll over and get on your knees. I want you in the pose where you’re looking over your shoulder at me. I stood there in that studio hard as a brick, wanting to get on the bed behind you and sink into your sweet pussy. Now it’s time I got what I wanted.”

F
lynn’s body
comes over me, caging me in, his body blanketing mine from behind. Every part of him seems to be touching me, making me feel small. This time when he thrusts into me, he easily slides in, his cum and my wetness from earlier making my pussy ready for him this time. No pain, only pleasure.

My fingers wrap around the bars of the headboard, my hands still tied there and holding me in place as he starts to drive in and out of me. He fucks me like he can’t get deep enough. Like it’s been years since the last time he had me and not just moments ago.

The intensity is intoxicating. I didn’t know passion like this was possible. It feels so right, so perfect, and I wonder how I lived without him before now. This is where I belong. With him. I can feel it in every part of me.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me,” he growls next to my ear as he drives in and out of me.

“Never,” I say instantly without even thinking about it.

“You’ll marry me,” he commands.

It makes my pussy clench that he didn’t even ask. I should be mad, but it only turns me on. He’s so forceful and needy with me. He just told me I’m doing it.

“Even your pussy likes the sound of that. It already knows who it belongs to. Now I want you to say it, too.”

“I belong to you.” The words come out in a jumble as I climax. The orgasm is so strong, my body tries to collapse. But Flynn’s arm wraps under my hips to keep me from falling as I feel his release pour into me. My body jerks as my pussy clenches like it’s trying to take his semen deep into me. It’s all too much. My body can’t take anymore, and I let sleep take me.

I
come
to as my whole body feels the effects of the night before. Rolling over, I reach for Flynn, but find him gone from the bed. The sheets are cold. Glancing at the clock, I see that it’s almost noon. I sit up and drop my feet to the side of the bed. The action draws my attention to the tender feeling between my legs. My thighs are covered in love marks and bites. They run along the insides, all the way up to my pussy. The sight of them has my nipples hardening. One night of sex and I’ve turned into a sex fiend.

I head to the bathroom. I grab the toothbrush, which I’m guessing is Flynn’s, off the sink and brush my teeth. After last night, this is probably the least intimate thing we’ve done. Once I’m finished, I go in search of clothes, but mine are destroyed. Digging through his, I find a shirt and slip it on. I want to go find him and make him come back to bed with me.

When I pull on the bedroom door, the handle doesn’t turn. I try to pull harder, but the door doesn’t budge.

“He locked me in,” I whisper to myself, not really sure of what to make of this. I bang on the door but no one comes. I even try listening, but I can’t hear anything on the other side of the solid wood. Next I check the windows. They’re open, but I’m a good three stories up.

I sit back down on the bed, not really sure what to do. He locked me in his room. Should I panic? I don’t really have any options but to wait.

Suddenly, the door flies open, making me jump from the bed. Flynn’s giant frame fills the doorway. He’s back in a suit that looks like the one he had on yesterday, but this one is a dark blue. He clearly went somewhere today.

“You locked me in,” I accuse, putting my hands on my hips.

He steps into the room, shutting the door behind him before walking over to me and taking a kiss, ignoring what I said. The kiss is deep, and I melt into him, enjoying the warmth of his body. When I finally pull back, I realize he’s sitting in a chair by the bed and I’m in his lap once again.

“You locked me in,” I say again.

One of his hands comes up, his fingers going to my hair, wrapping some strands around a finger. He brings it to his nose, smelling it. His eyes close like he’s savoring the smell.

“I didn’t want you to leave, and I had things I had to see to,” he finally admits. I can hear a trace of guilt in his voice, but not much. Not enough that I don’t think he wouldn’t do it again.

“You could have just asked me to stay.”

“This way I knew for sure when I came home you’d be here.”

I laugh. “So you’re just going to keep my locked in here forever?” I joke, but he doesn’t crack a smile.

I smack him on the chest. “Flynn!”

“It seems like a good idea to me. At least until we’re married or…” His other hand runs along my stomach. “I get my kid in you.”

“Flynn.” His name seems to be the only word I can get to come out of my mouth. I have no idea how to respond. It pisses me off and turns me on at the same time.

“I want to keep you.” He lets the piece of hair he has wrapped around his finger go. Leaning in, he buries his face in my neck, and I can feel him breathing me in. “I don’t want to go back to being a workaholic. I like it here with you. If you leave me…” He trails off like he can’t even finish the thought.

“I have a life, Flynn. A job.”

“I hate your job.” I have to hold in a small laugh at how pouty he sounds. “I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that.” He growls that part into my neck. I should smack him again, but for some reason I love his jealousy.

“So you’re just going to lock me away and fill me with babies?”

“No, of course not.” He says it like I’m the one who’s talking crazy. “I’m giving you Curved Intimates to do with as you wish. It’s what I was doing today.” He pulls a piece of paper out from inside his suit jacket and hands it to me. “It’s yours. You said owning a clothing line was your dream, so I’m giving it to you in the hopes that you’ll give me my dream. You.”

“Oh, Flynn.” My heart melts into a big pile of sticky goo. “I told you last night I was yours already. I’ll stay, but you can’t lock me into places just to make sure I’m there when you get back.”

He pulls back, looking at me like he doesn’t believe me.

“I was here last night, too. I know this is crazy, but I feel it, too. I don’t know what this is, and I don’t care how fast we’re going. I’m yours.”