Sweet Curves – Sweet Enough to Eat

“Sawyer, I tried to get over you, I tried, but every single guy I looked at I just compared to you. It was hopeless. I’ve never been with anyone, not even another date. You’re my first, in every way. You were even my first kiss.”

He laughed, kissing me again. “I’m so glad to hear I made such a lasting impression.” His kisses turned more dominant, greedier. “You don’t know what it does to me to hear you say that.”

“I couldn’t sleep last night, I was so excited to see you tonight. I thought maybe you’d even be willing to come to the dreaded wedding of the century with me…” I confessed as his hands travelled my sensitive body.

“Oh?” He sank a little deeper into the pillows. “I would love to be your date for that wedding, but first, you have to tell me what were you thinking about that kept you up all night?”

His eyes glinted mischievously as I hesitated. “Your hands, your mouth, on me…”

“Where?” He husked just as one of his hands found the string of my apron behind the pillow.

“Everywhere.”

He arched an eyebrow, running the apron string through his fingers. “I’d like more specific directions than that.”

He was flirting now, the twinkling in his eye and that cocky grin about burning up my insides.

“Oral, I was awake all night thinking of your tongue between my thighs.”

He hopped into action then, turning me over on the couch and using the apron string to weave gently around my wrists. “Oh yeah, little miss sweet cheeks?”

He tapped at my pussy over the fabric of my leggings, glint in his eye turning predatory as he hooked his thumbs and yanked. My leggings came off in a ball at his fist before he caged himself over me, dropping his nose to run a line of scent up the center of my cotton-covered pussy.

“Fucking delicious.” He tapped my most private part again, eliciting little moans from me before he stripped me of my panties and covered my flesh with his mouth. He fucked me slowly, tiny nips and zings shuttling through me as he took his time devouring me slowly, but with deft precision. HIs fingers worked my clitoris, the scratch of his stubble on my hot flesh already enough to make me tremble.

When he slipped one finger inside of me and hooked, I lost my mind, falling over the edge and into my first orgasm under his hands. I was a shaking mess, vulnerable and desperate for more.

“Stay the night with me, please?” I begged.

He crawled up my body, kissing me softly before breathing, “You sure? I’ll be the one up all night watching you sleep, you’re so perfect and beautiful.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” I grinned.

His eyes danced before he unwound the apron strings from my wrists and hauled me in his arms. “Point me to the bedroom, sweet cheeks.”

I did, and he was crossing my small apartment and dropping me in my bed a moment later. He followed on top of me, one hand already unzipping his pants and freeing his erection in the cool darkness.

Silhouetted in the silver moonlight, he looked huge, even bigger than he felt pressed against my hip beneath his clothes. He was packing, and I wasn’t sure he would fit no matter how bad either of us wanted it.

“You smell intoxicating.” He ghosted over my center before sliding his tongue between my thighs. I cried out in pleasure. “This needy pussy is so ready for me.” Sawyer pulled away for a moment before running his tongue back up the sensitive flesh. I cried out again and arched into him. My hands tangled in his hair and tugged on the silky strands. He alternated sucking and nibbling before slowly pushing one finger inside me. Desire flooded through my body as he continued to lick and bite before sliding in another finger and pumping his hand. I was ready to explode underneath him, but I wanted to feel him inside me. I tried pulling him up to signal I was ready for him.

Sawyer crawled up my body and kissed me on the lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself. The action made my head dizzy with lust. I held his head tightly to mine and kissed him with passion.

He pulled away from me and I groaned. “Eager are we?”

My eyes flicked to his erection as he stroked it a few times while watching me. “You’ve got me so hard, Katie.” Sawyer’s eyes blazed. He crawled over me and held my head tightly between his hands as he kissed me, running the tip of his length between my legs.

I wrapped both arms around his body, digging my nails into his back. My legs locked around his waist and pressed him harder into my center, urging him on. “Are you ready for me, for this, for us?”