Crave Her Curves

She wants me. Craves me. Desires me.

And I’m fucking hungry for it, desperate for it. I’m in need of her in ways I’ve never been before.

She doesn’t push me away. I can read the need for me in her eyes. I only hope she has the guts to take what I can give her.

Her nerves show, but still she doesn’t push me away.

Putting my hand directly over her pussy without her bikini bottoms in the way, I watch, eagerly waiting to see what she’ll do next.

“You want me to stop?” She hesitates, and as she goes to speak, I interrupt her, not wanting her to lie to me. “Only the truth. I want to hear what you want. Not what you think I want.”

“No. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good.” I can’t help but smile. This woman has been driving me crazy for far too long.

I want to see every inch of her. I move on the chaise lounge so that I’m straddling the chair, and she has no choice but to spread her thighs wide.

Fingering the catch at the front of her bikini top, I flick it open and watch those amazing tits spill out. She’s got gorgeous breasts, with tight little nipples, and they are more than a handful. Cupping them together, I run my thumbs across each mounded peak, relishing the sound of her moan.

That’s it, baby, I’m going to make every single desire you have come true.

“Please, Mitch.”

The moment she says my name in that way, I nearly lose it. She’s everything.

Gripping her juicy thighs, I stare into her blue eyes. Her blonde hair falls around her in waves. She looks like a beautiful mermaid, all for me.

She can be my siren.

My cock is pressed against the confines of my trunks. It’s a tight fit, and I struggle to move.

“You have any idea what you do to me?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

Taking her hand, I place it over my cock. I can’t wait until she gets more confident and can touch me without me having to show her what I want. She’s going to know my body so well.

“You’re … hard?”

Standing up, I push the shorts down my thighs, kicking them off, so she can see just how hard I am for her.

Her eyes are wide, and she looks so cute, so sweet, and so innocent. I have to remember she’s never been with a man before. That’s okay. After today, I’m not going to wait another minute. I want her so fucking bad.

Having her outside by the pool is not going to do for me. I pick her up in my arms and smile at her squeal.

“What are you doing? Put me down. I’m too heavy.”

I carry her into our cabin, and I don’t get far. Sitting on the chair, I do no more than put her over my knee and spank her ass on each rounded cheek. Lifting her up, I keep her on my lap, cupping her face. “Don’t you ever call yourself heavy again in my company. Do you understand me?”

“Why did you spank me?”

“You’re a beautiful woman, and I love your body just the way it is. I’m not going to have you hurting yourself with your words any longer. You will listen to me. If you don’t, I will punish you.”

“I don’t like getting hit.”

“I spanked you. I didn’t hit you.” Sinking my fingers into her hair, I grip her head, holding her in place as I claim her lips. Finally, I get to kiss her, and it is as good as I imagined it would be. “You’re mine, Ava.”

Picking her up, I carry her to our bed and gently place her down on it. Last night I had to sleep alone, knowing she was only a few feet away from me, but at least she was near and I knew I didn’t have to go far to get her.

Now though, she’s here, in my bed. After tonight, I won’t hold back. We won’t share different beds. We won’t be alone. I’ll finally be able to show her just how much I love her and give her the life she deserves.

Kissing her plump lips, I move between her thighs, pressing my naked body against hers. This is perfect, and exactly how I knew it would be. Actually, this is better, because she’s finally in my arms, and no longer a fantasy.

Ava is real.

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Ava

Skin to skin.

Body to body.

Feeling him against me as he kisses me, this is the thing dreams are made of. I want him so much. His arousal presses against my stomach, and I imagine him just taking me. sliding his cock in deep and I have no choice but to take it.

I should know better.

Mitch breaks from the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, sucking on my pulse. A moan escapes my lips, and I arch up, needing him, hungry for more of him, and I know he’s the only one who can give me what I need. I’ve never been this aroused by a book I’ve read.