Page 87 of Riding the Curve

“Yeah, baby?”

“Please tell me you’re not finished with me yet.”

My grin spreads wide across my lips, and I swear I hear angels sing in the background.

“You need more?”

She bites her plump bottom lip, fluttering her long lashes up at me. It’s the sexiest damn thing I have ever seen. How the hell am I supposed to say no to that?

“Are you sure you think you can handle another?”

Suddenly, her eyes lower into slits and she releases my cock from its cage. Her soft, smooth palm wraps around me and squeezes. It takes everything in me not to explode right there.

“Please?” she purrs against my neck, as my heart is about to pound right out of my chest. She sucks on the sensitive skin above my collarbone, and at the same time her thumb glides over the tip. Fuck.

Her palm presses against my chest, holding my body still against the mattress. I hold my breath as she trails kisses gently down my body. Lifting my head, I watch as Henley’s tongue wets her bottom lip. Heat pulses through me as her hazel eyes lock on mine, as she opens her mouth and wraps those luscious lips around my length.

When her velvet tongue swirls around it, my eyes roll backward. My fingers slide through her wavy locks and I grip the back of her head, while watching her seductively bob up and down. Not once does her gaze break from mine. My other hand claws at the sheets, willing myself not to come too quickly.

I’ve never felt anything more incredible.

I gently tug her upward. Saliva trails in a thin string from her lips, and the sight alone makes my eyes darken.

Fuck, I want to be inside this woman so badly.

Eyes blown wide, her lips wobble just slightly enough for me to catch, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, baby,” I say gently, lifting her body up and over mine so that her head hovers above my own. “Exactly the opposite. If you keep doing that, this whole experience is going to be a lot shorter than you or I have hoped.” I laugh.

“Oh.” A rosy hue spreads across her cheeks and down her neck. The once confident woman a few seconds ago suddenly becomes overwhelmed with nerves. I wrap my palm around the back of her neck and bring her lips crashing into mine. Trying my best to soothe away the fear and remind her that she’s safe within my arms.

She moans into my mouth as soon as my tongue twirls with hers. I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of hearing these little noises she makes. And I can guarantee I won’t ever tire of being the one to coax them out of her.

In one roll, I tuck her body underneath me. While I continue to kiss the shit out of her, my hips take on a mind of their own and begin stroking my length against her core.

“More,” she gasps, breaking away to catch a breath. “Please, Em?”

A small chuckle tumbles free, and my heart squeezes when her adorable, freckled nose scrunches. “Patience, Trouble, I need to grab a condom. Which means I’ve got to go back to my cabin.”

Before I get up, I roll my hips once more, feeling her wetness coat me. The moan I pull out of her is so loud, I’m thankful we don’t have any neighbors at the moment, because they would for sure know exactly what’s going on over here. She’s so goddam wet, the absolute last thing I want to do is leave. But I’ve always made sure to be safe. Today is no different.

Lifting my body, I unlatch our lips and begin to scoot off the bed. But her black painted nails claw into my neck and drag me back down.

“I’m on birth control,” she breathes out quickly before devouring me again. I indulge in the moment a few more seconds before I pull back slightly, holding her head still between my palms.

“I haven’t been with anyone for months either, and I get checked regularly. Are you sure?”

She nods eagerly, bringing another smile to my lips.

I’ve been smiling so much lately, I swear my face hurts by the end of the day. And I’ll take that pain over and over again if it means the one that is putting that grin on my face every day is her.

I sweep the hair from her face, and the look that she gives me damn near stops my heart.

Love.

She doesn’t have to say it for me to feel it seep through every pore of my body and wrap around my soul. Henley’s entire body is willing itself to show me what her lips are not prepared to voice yet.

“J-just be gentle at first.” She swallows.