Page 16 of His Curvy Obsession

Olivia looked up at him, his face was hard with need, the skin pulled tight across his cheekbones. His eyes were half-lidded and there was a slight flush on his face.

Shivers ran up and down her body. She wanted him inside her now. She didn’t let go of his cock. Instead, she slowly guided it to her entrance.

“No.” He shifted to his side, one hand stopping her. He knew he needed to prepare her more. Hell, he hadn’t even gotten a taste of those luscious tits yet. Felt the never-ending curves beneath his hands. He wanted to drive her crazy before he drove himself inside her.

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he whispered before leaning forward to kiss her. She opened her lips, her tongue pressing against his, begging for his kiss. As his tongue stroked over hers, a moan escaped her, letting him know she needed him desperately. Or she needed what he could give her.

Satisfaction. Pleasure.

His mouth was hot and hungry and he didn’t know if he would ever get enough of her. Leaning down, he took the center of one of her breasts in his mouth, drawing the nipple deep inside his mouth. Another moan had his cock hardening into pain. Needing her wet and wanting, he suckled at both breasts, his touch so much harder and dominant than it had been on the boat. She was his. And she would never forget that.

His hand found her mound, his fingers finding her clit and sliding inside her again. She was wet. She was ready.

Then he was over her, strong and hard between her thighs. Poised at her entrance, he gazed into her eyes. “Wrap your legs around me.” She obeyed, pulling him close. With one deep stroke, he filled her. Once seated inside, he stopped, still looking at her. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, yes, no” she laughed hoarsely, her hands holding onto her biceps. “I don’t know. Just fuck me, James, please fuck me.”

James gave a deep laugh. “With pleasure.”

Then his hips were moving, stroking in and out in a steady rhythm. He groaned as he pushed forward, bottoming out each time. He wanted to claim her, possess her, fill her with his seed. Damn, he wanted to make a baby with her, he thought, irrationally cursing the fact that he’d put on a condom.

His hips jerked as he claimed her, making her his.

Olivia gasped with each stroke of James’s cock inside her. She threw her head back in rapture at the fullness of him inside her. There was something overwhelming about his moves. As if he was trying to possess her, claim her. And that, she realized, was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be his with every fiber of her body.

“Oh, James,” she whispered, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over her. She bit her lip to keep from saying she loved him and simply gave into the moment.

The moment when she knew she’d never want a man as much as she wanted him was right now, right that moment.

He followed a second later, pouring himself into her with a hoarse shout.

They clung together, trembling. Finally, he rolled off, getting out of the bed and walked into the adjoining bedroom. Olivia barely heard him through the sleep that was descending upon her.

She gasped when she felt the warm, wet cloth between her legs.

“Easy, sweetheart.”

He cleaned her body, then got back into bed with her, pulling her against him. She snuggled against his side, unable to speak. She felt the soft stroke of his hand on her hair then felt the press of his lips against her forehead.

“Sleep, baby.”