Page 18 of Working For Her Curves

She gasps when my mouth finds her breast, and the sound makes my cock ache. Her back arches off the mattress as I close my lips over her nipple. Her hips slam up against mine, and her body grinding against my cock makes me groan.

“Marty. God.”

Poppy grabs me and pulls me closer. I groan against her breast, then work my way lower.

A whimper catches in her throat when my mouth finds the inside of her thigh. “Marty, yes,” she says, breathless.

Her thighs fall open wider as I part the lips of her pussy with my tongue and taste her. Her thighs clamp against my ears as I work her clit in slow circles, her hips rolling against my face. My hands grip the swell of her ass and pull her harder against my mouth. I’m so hard it hurts, but making Poppy come is my only focus right now. I can wait. She moans loudly when I slide two fingers inside her and twist.

She comes with a moan that fills my bedroom, her clit pulsing against my tongue, her thighs shaking against my jaw. I hold my hands on her hips, drinking her in.

Her hands pull me back up. She grabs my face, drags me to her mouth, and kisses me deep. “Hi,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Hi.”

I slide my hand down her side and pull her back against my chest, and guide us onto our sides. I curl around her, and her ass settles against my cock. The hot slide of her skin against my shaft jolts through me so hard that my hips grind forward and a groan escapes through my clenched teeth.

“Marty, what are you—”

“Turn your head.”

She turns and stills.

The mirror across the room catches us, and the breath leaves my body. My arm against the pale skin of her stomach. My cock pressed thick and hard against the small of her back. I pull her tighter against me, my breath harsh against her shoulder. I need more of her touching me, or I’m going to come before I’ve been able to make love to her.

“See that?” My mouth drags across her shoulder. “Do you feel how hard I am? That’s what you do to me every time I see you. Every fucking time.”

“Marty.” Her hips shift against me, and the friction of her ass against my cock makes me gasp.

“Keep watching.”

My hand slides between her legs. My fingers find her clit, swollen and slick from my mouth. Her body jerks back against my cock, and a moan tears out of her as my hips slam forward. The friction whites out my vision.

“Eyes open,” I whisper. “Watch.”

My fingers circle her clit. Her hips roll back, and the wet heat of her against my hand and her ass are heaven. She reaches back and grabs my hip and pulls me closer, and a groan rips through me. I work her clit faster, harder, because I need to hear that moan again, need her so desperate that she forgets to breathe.

“You’re shaking,” she huffs.

“Yeah.” I bite down on the curve of her neck.

She gasps, and her hand tightens on my hip. “Please.” Her voice cracks. Her hips grind back against my cock, urgent, demanding. “Marty, I need you to fuck me. Now.”

I grip myself, and she tilts her hips back as I push into her from behind. Slow. Inch by inch. Her pussy takes me in so tight and deep that my mouth falls open against her neck. A sound rips out of me that isn’t language. I crush her against my chest as my hips push until I’m balls deep.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Oh fuck.” Her voice breaks into pieces. “Don’t move. Not yet.”

I groan her name into her skin and hold still. She’s so tight around me that every breath she takes shifts her pussy against my cock. My whole body comes to life. I press my face into her neck and breathe through it because if I thrust right now, I’m going to come, and I am not fucking ready for that.

She rolls her hips, pulling my cock deeper. A groan tears out of me, and my hips thrust forward before I can stop them. She gasps and presses back, taking me to the hilt, and my vision blurs.

My hips rock into her, my cock thrusting deep into her pussy. She presses her ass into me, matching every stroke. Every grind pulls a groan out of me, and every groan makes her push back harder. My breathing is rough against her neck, my cock throbbing inside her with every beat of my heart.

“You feel so deep like this.” She reaches back and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my mouth against her shoulder. “Marty. God.”

“I know.”