Riding Curves

Riding Curves by Christa Wick Read Free Book Online

Book: Riding Curves by Christa Wick Read Free Book Online
Authors: Christa Wick
Tags: Erótica, Contemporary Erotic Romance, BBW, rubenesque, plussize, voluptuous
at how good it felt to have his mouth on me like
that, the sucking tender and deliberate, his muscled abdomen
grinding at my mound. Flexing my ass cheeks, I pumped against his
hard stomach.
    "Patience, baby. I'm going to suck
down there, too."
    Oh, God! Did he seriously expect me
not to whimper when he talked like that? Just the thought of what
he was going to do made my pussy throb, a fresh flood of need
drenching my skin.
    And when he actually started doing it?
When he stripped my panties away and his tongue touched my clit for
the first time?
    I pressed the pillow to my face to
keep from screaming then arched hard against his mouth. He slid his
arms up under my ass and wrapped his hands around my hips to pull
me back down. He took his time teasing the hood, his tongue dipping
into the narrow opening to prod and push at the small pearl inside
before he sucked hard on it. He followed with gentle strokes up and
down.
    I squeezed and thrust, riding his
mouth like a pin ball machine, hips pushing left then right. His
tongue penetrated me, sending a tidal wave rolling through me, my
nipples spiking, another moan ruthlessly whipped from
me.
    His arms stretched up to grip my tits
and squeeze. Pinching the nipples, he ground them then tugged them
high, the hard pulls matching the strokes of his tongue on and in
me. A few more tugs and licks and my first climax ripped through
me, leaving me a quivering, wet mess.
    Aiden surfed back up the bed and
kissed me deeply. He lifted his lower body up for a few seconds,
pushing and kicking his briefs off. Kissing me again, he slid his
cock over my mound. Thick and long, it had me biting at my lip, the
anticipation of what it would feel like inside me almost
overwhelming.
    "Aiden..." I butted against the steely
shaft. "Aiden, please."
    He ignored my soft cries, kissing my
collarbone, the curve of his smile detectible against my flesh.
Bringing his hand between us, he pressed three fingers flat against
the entrance to my cunt. He massaged it, rubbing hard and wide.
"You're sopping wet, baby."
    "Because I'm ready for you to be
inside me," I whispered. "Stop teasing and take me -- make me
yours."
    He pushed two fingers just inside the
rim of my pussy, stretched them far apart and slid them back out.
Again, a little deeper on the dip in, wider on the retreat. The
third time, he curled the tips and slowly stroked at the fat knot
of flesh just inside the gate. "Wet and so very swollen,
Cece."
    "Aiden, hell!" I was ready to scream,
or to come screaming. I had never dared put anything inside me and
just those two thick inches of push and rub were blowing my
mind.
    He pressed harder against the knot,
hard enough I could feel the pressure against my clit. His mouth
descended once more. I grabbed my full tits, squeezed hard at them
as I searched for some counterpoint to the pleasure cresting inside
me. I wanted Aiden in me before I came again.
     
    He had other plans.
    His mouth covered my clit, suckling
the hood while his lips moved up and down the shaft. Shallow but
firm probes inside me, pressing and squeezing. Before I knew it was
going to happen, a stream of fluid squirted from me. He moaned
against my cunt and stroked a hard line as his mouth formed a seal
against my flesh. I squirted again, my ass lifting off the
mattress. He stayed with me, letting me ride his mouth, swallowing
my stream until I slowly sank back down onto the bed.
    Aiden stood, half staggered over to
the dresser where he had stored the saddle bag from his bike. He
reached in then I heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper and saw his
hand pass over his dick, the pale latex making it more visible in
the light.
    He climbed back on the bed, our bodies
barely touching as he rested his weight on his elbows. He dipped
his hips the slightest bit, just enough that his cock lightly
rubbed against my mound. He pressed his face alongside
mine.
    "Does that happen often?" His breath
was hot against my ear, his stubble wonderfully rough along

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