Sweet Curves – Sweet Enough to Eat

My eyes flickered up to his as he froze above me. “Yes.”

“Say it.” He ground his hips into me, teasing me.

“I’m ready for you,” I whispered and arched my back into him.

“Ready for me to do what, pretty girl?” he continued to taunt me.

“Ready for you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Sawyer.” My fingernails dug into his back.

“Agh,” his rigid cock stroked my nerves, “I’m going to make love to you, love you so hard you’ll never get me off your mind.”

He attacked my mouth with his as he thrust into me slowly, taking his time to make sure my body was relaxed and ready for him. I gasped into his mouth as he filled me in deeper and deeper strokes. My body quickly adjusted to him and he began to ease in and out with more rhythm. He kissed and nibbled along my neck while his hands stroked my breasts down to my hips. Then he leaned back and took my calf in his hand and held it up high over his shoulder as he began to work with me in deft strokes. I cried out in pleasure at this new angle, hitting a new and delicious spot.

“You feel so fucking tight.” Sawyer thrust in and out and I put my hands above my head to brace myself against the headboard. “Your body is all snug and perfect for me. And you look so sexy laid out for me like this.” He placed another hand on my breast and squeezed as he filled me and I couldn’t imagine anything could ever feel better.

His rocking sped, the muscle in his body tensing as his face twisted into a look of beautiful abandon, his release ripping through him in wave after wave. He was holding me against him, body trembling and shuddering, locking me against him as I took all that he had. He pulled out of me in a moment, his hand trailing down from my breast to my clit and began to press and massage in circles. “Come for me, Katie.”

I locked eyes with him as he swirled figure-eights around my clitoris until my orgasm ripped through me, sending tingles to my toes and a wash of pleasure to my head. Sawyer groaned, his jaw tightened as his cock twitched at my side, more drops of come leaking from the tip. His strokes slowed and he gathered me into his arms lovingly. My fingers intertwined in his hair and my heart felt like it would burst from my chest as Sawyer’s head lay on top of it.

His breathing slowed and he rolled to the side and curled around my body, locking me in his embrace as I heard his breathing deepen. “Sweeter than cream.”

Sawyer

Three months had gone by and life with Katie was better than I could have imagined. I smiled as I grabbed my toothbrush noticing her pink one sitting right beside it. I liked having remnants of her in my apartment, her sweaters hanging in my closet, her socks and underwear inside the top drawer in my dresser. For the last two months, we had either been staying at her apartment or mine.

With the gym and bakery being so busy, we barely had any time for each other, unless it was to fall asleep with her curled up in my arms and a quick breakfast before we started our day. It had been hard but those nights were something I looked forward to everyday. Katie had given my life more purpose then I ever thought imaginable. She had managed to make me feel like I could have everything I could ever want.

But last night Katie wanted to stay at her apartment, nerves about going to her family home consuming her. I wanted to be with her but I knew she needed the space to get her mindset ready.

As I drove to her apartment I kept thinking about a visit to her parents. Everything I knew about her mother made me a little uneasy. The woman was a class-A snob. Katie’s family had fallen into money. Her dad had invented some gadget that became a hit with farmers all across the United States and worldwide. Apparently the money had gone to her mother’s head, and she became obsessed about fitting in with socialites. I didn’t really remember her mother that well. Every time I’d suggested studying at her house Katie would freak out and make up an excuse. Now it made sense. I hated that her own mother made her feel so embarrassed and ashamed. I knew what to do if it was some guy, I would punch the shit out of him. But her mother–this was a situation I had a hard time with.

As I pulled up to her place, Katie was already waiting for me outside, a small suitcase packed beside her. One of the things that I loved about Katie was her practicality. We were going for a weekend and she packed accordingly. Most girls would have brought so much luggage that it would take up the trunk and the backseat.