Crave Her Curves

He holds up a bottle of lotion.

“What?” I’m confused.

“Do you want me to rub this on you? Your skin is going to burn really easily, and I don’t want you getting in any kind of pain.”

“Oh, right.” Having his hands on me is going to be torture, but I can’t see a reason why I should stop him. “Yes, of course.”

The first touch sets me on fire. There’s no other word to describe it. His hands are the best kind of feeling in the world, and I don’t want him to stop. He’s only at my feet, but how can someone make me feel so much from just touching my feet? It’s almost criminal. Getting my thoughts together, I put the book down, dog-earing the page where I’m at. I hate doing that to books, but his hands feel so good and I forgot to pick up a bookmark. He does each foot first, before going to my left leg and slowly sliding up to my knee. There’s no way this is legal. Something this good can’t be legal.

He does the same to the right leg, and then, he goes from my knee up. I don’t think it’s possible, but I’m sure for a split second, I stop breathing. His fingers are so close, like, a touch away from grazing my pussy.

Can he see how wet I am? I don’t know if the bikini bottoms are the kind to show off the evidence, but for my sanity’s sake, I really hope not.

Gritting my teeth, I try, I really do, to stay in control.

He moves onto the next leg, and I don’t know if it’s a mistake or not, but he touches my pussy. It’s just his knuckles, as if he’s slipped, but he does, and I can’t help but gasp out. It’s not pain either. This is undeniable pleasure.

I want him.

Opening my eyes, I look at him.

His dark brown eyes are so intense. It’s impossible for me to look away. I don’t want to. He controls me, and I can feel him everywhere.

I don’t even know if it’s possible to stop this. Does he know how much I want him to touch me?

I’m dying here, embarrassed. I bet he’s used to more experienced women, not women who crave a man’s touch so much.

Then, he does something that takes me completely by surprise. Without a single word spoken, his hand touches my pussy. It’s not a mistake. This is blatant. His palm cups my pussy, and he moves up the lounge so he’s close to me.

“You’re wet for me, Ava.”

How he says my name, the sexual roll off the tongue, there’s no way I can control my need for him. Licking my lips, I can’t look away, even though I want to. I have to break this connection we have.

When he slides a finger beneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms, I’m lost. He touches me, and the slow stroke sets me on fire.

Two fingers glide through my soaking wet slit. I stare down and see his large hand, partially covered by the fabric of my bikini.

It looks dirty and yet so right at the same time. I can’t stop.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not? You’re old enough, and I know I am. You’re wet for me. Unless you really want me to stop, why should you stop what feels so good?”

I can’t think. His hand is doing really amazing things. I’ve never been touched by anyone else, and Mitch is making it so good.

In the next second, his hand leaves my pussy, and I can’t stop the pout from forming on my lips, even though it probably makes me look like a child. I don’t want him to stop.

He takes the small strings at my hips and loosens them. I lift up, and he pulls the bikini bottoms all the way from me.

This is really happening. We’re really doing this.

My heart is pounding, but I don’t regret this. It’s like I’ve woken up in my dream, and now I finally get to have it.

Chapter Three

Mitch

Her pussy feels so good against my hand. I want more. I want to take her cherry so I can fuck her raw, fill her cunt with my cum and watch it flow out of her. With how wet she is, I wonder just how far I can push her. I want everything with her, and I’m so greedy, I don’t think I can wait too long. With how her eyes are glazed in arousal, I know I need to take her now.

“What’s stopping you? Or is it something else?”

“I don’t know,” she says, releasing a little whimper.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful. I want to see you like this, spread open, ready to take my cock. Can I let you in on a little secret?”

“Yes.”

“You’re here because I want you, Ava. I’ve watched you this past year, and I can’t wait another moment. I crave you. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I do you.” Leaning in close, I watch her lick her lips, and I know without a doubt she feels it too.