Talk Wordy To Me (His Curvy Librarian 1)

I’m too busy licking my lips and hungering for more of him.

Chuck doesn’t bother with a robe of his own. He walks naked across the deck and I follow him back into the house, where he pats a stool at the kitchen island and I hop up on it. Then he gets me a glass of water and situates himself distractingly between my thighs while I drink it.

“One more question,” he says.

“Two,” I correct him. I haven’t lost track of our speed dating game.

He smiles and asks, “Did I hear you correctly out there… you’re a virgin?”

He’s kissing my neck, nudging the robe open and sliding his hands inside of it, and I can barely hold onto my senses long enough to set the empty water glass down, let alone answer coherently.

“Mmmm,” I murmur instead, sliding my heels up the backs of his thighs and then locking my ankles behind his back. His cock presses against my core, an infuriatingly thick layer of fleece between us.

“Are you?” he presses. “How is that possible?”

He bows his head and suckles my bared breast, his tongue rolling over my nipple and instantly hardening it.

“The timing just wasn’t ever right,” I manage at last. “I never met the right guy.”

“The One,” he says, my breast still in his mouth.

“Maybe,” I answer. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ve been waiting for just the right guy, or The Right Guy. But I know what I want right now—I know that without a shadow of a doubt. “I want you, Chuck. Now.”

I reach between us and take his cock in my hand, and I love the look of surprise and delight in his eyes. I also love the velvety smoothness of his shaft in my palm, and the groan that he lets out as I stroke it.

Me. I did that.

And I want more.

I want all of him. Inside me. Now.

“God, you’re incredible,” he groans again, thrusting into my fist. Then he lifts me off the stool and I let out a surprised yelp. “I need you in my bed,” he says. “God, I need all of you.”

He carries me down a short hallway and into a room darkened by shades drawn over large windows. There’s a king-size bed on one wall and Chuck drops me playfully onto it, then pounces on top of me. He tears the robe away and at last, I feel his rock-hard cock pressing urgently against my belly.

“Oh yes,” I murmur, nearly wordless with desire. “Oh, Chuck…”

He reaches down and takes his cock in his hand, sliding the tip through my wet folds, getting slick with my juices. He’s big and thick, but my body is aching for him.

“I’m ready,” I say. “Please… fuck me. Make me come again.”

He grins. “God, I love that mouth, little miss prim librarian. I’d like to fuck that too.” He leans down and kisses me, claims my mouth with his tongue. “But first… I think you need to be fucked properly, like you deserve, like you’ve been waiting for.”

His words alone have my face feeling hot and my core pulsing with need.

He presses that hard, perfect cock against my opening, and his chocolatey eyes meet mine as he plunges inside—slowly at first, sheathing himself within me until our hips meet, and then he pauses, letting me get used to his size.

“Oh my God,” I whine beneath him, my core already clenching around his cock with the first subtle waves of an orgasm. “Oh God, you feel good.”

“So do you,” he breathes. “Perfect.”

And then he starts to move again. With each thrust, I can feel my climax building deep inside of me, something more powerful than I’ve ever felt before. And Chuck never takes his eyes off mine.

Even for a virgin, I know this isn’t fucking—it’s lovemaking.

And it’s incredible.

He thrusts deep and slow, seeming to know exactly what I want and need, and the moment I tip over into another orgasm, Chuck grins above me and flips us over. He never loses the pace, just rolls us until I’m straddling him, bracing myself against his firm chest, and his hands are on my hips, bouncing me faster and faster on his cock as I lose myself.

“God, I love watching you come,” he growls, bucking even harder into me.

I’m like a ragdoll riding him as my entire body quakes with the orgasm, and then suddenly I feel his thick, hot seed filling me up. It’s so good it makes me shiver and tilt into a whole new wave of pleasure as we come together.

By the end, I’ve collapsed on top of him, my thighs straddling him, his cock still deep inside me, and we’re both breathing heavy.

“Holy shit,” he gasps at the ceiling.

“Yeah,” I agree. “That was…” But there are no words, so I just trail off.

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

At last, I roll off him, and Chuck immediately pulls me close, tucking me against his side like he never wants to let me go. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t think I want him to.