Electing For her Curves

“I’ll follow you then, but straight back to my office,” James orders me, walking me to my car and telling me to wait until he’s right behind me until we both leave.

Trembling all over now, there’s a slickness that feels like I’ve sprung a leak between my legs and my nipples feel like bullets, scratching against the fabric of my gown as I struggle to even remember how to drive.

True to his word, James is right behind me and I make sure it stays that way all the way to his house, where I pull up out front while he drives his own car into the driveway.

We don’t say a word, neither of us has to. He marches down the driveway, meeting me at the end, and scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing, not taking his eyes off mine once while he lets us both inside.

“I came here before,” I confess, finally breaking the silence which is only filled with our breathing.

“I looked through your things,” I tell him, not wanting any secrets between us.

“Find anything good?” he asks with a raised brow and a cheeky grin.

I shake my head quickly, feeling another of those whimpering sounds escape me as my legs press tighter under the power of his huge arms.

“I think you’re the best thing I’ve ever found,” he tells me, and kissing me again, I feel my tongue slide over his, a natural progression as we both know things are about to go from hot to volcanic.

“Oh James,” I gasp, “I want you to-” I try to say, but I can hardly breathe in the best possible way.

I can feel the firmness of his thick cock pressing into my ass as he keeps holding me as if I was made of air.

“I intend to,” he promises me, and walks us through his office to his bedroom, laying me down on his bed before he leaves just long enough to lock the door, which makes me feel instantly safer.

Knowing it really is just the two of us now.

No more interruptions.

I start to pull my gloves off, but James orders me to leave them on.

I can feel myself gnawing my lip, starting to fidget by rubbing my legs together again.

The sight of James standing over me as I lay on his bed, his own arousal so hard and thick driving me wilder than his touch even.

I try to vocalize the thought, to beg him to let me see his cock, but he shakes his head gently as he reads my mind.

“I want to taste you first,” he tells me, a matter of fact. “I’m gonna eat your pussy, and suck you clit so hard until you come in my mouth… all over my face, do you understand?” he asks me firmly, making me shiver again as he runs a flat palm down the length of his dick, groaning with pleasure.

I feel myself opening my legs wider, starting to hitch my gown up, needing him to touch me down there before it happens all on its own.

But he’s still shaking his head slightly, his brow raised and his mouth pulling into a slight smile as he kneels at the end of the bed.

He grips the fabric of the bottom of the gown and starts to pull it all the way down, tugging at it and making me gasp again as I feel my chest stiffen until it feels like it’ll shatter.

I finally figure out he’s only trying to pull my gown off, wanting to see me completely naked before he fulfills his promise.

Anyone else, anywhere else and I’d feel shy, terrified.

But with James, I want to show him. I want to please him and most of all, I need him to eat my twitching pussy more than anything I’ve needed in my whole life.

He slides my gown off and pretending not to look, he lays it gently over the back of a thick leather chair, giving me a perfect view of his raging hard on from the side, which I can see flexing through his pants, making me moan a little louder as I once again try to say his name.

He casually takes off his jacket and lays it in a similar fashion on top of my gown.

My mouth feels so dry as if all the moisture in my whole body is flooding towards the heat between my legs.

As I lift my knees up a little, ready to have him pull my panties off, I groan again, feeling the line of moisture run from my pussy all the way down the line of my ass, which also starts to quiver with excitement.

He makes another low sound, “Good,” he murmurs thoughtfully, grabbing my ankles and suddenly pulling my whole body towards his as though I’m a rag doll.

He slowly gets down onto his knees and eases my calves up over his huge shoulders.