His Curvy Gift

by Erin Havoc

  Also, there’s this pulsing length pressed against my belly.

  Moaning again, the umbrella escapes my hold and tumbles back against my shoulder. Rain pours down over us, but Asher doesn’t miss a beat. He drinks the rain from me, and licks it from my lips.

  I let the umbrella fall, my whole body thrumming in contact with his. Ignoring my new dress, my makeup, my hair, I slide both hands under his arms and run my fingers over his suit, searching for warmth.

  My digits tingle to touch his skin now. To run down that path to his manhood. To curl around his girth.

  Cold rain washes me but I’m hot all over. My pussy clenches to feel him deep inside me. I tremble with how hard I need this man.

  “Asher,” I groan against his lips.

  He hums against my mouth, half-opening his eyes to look at me. “Um?”

  “Take me home,” I ask, pressing my hips against his. Rolling my hips, I make it clear the rain is not dampening my mood to fuck.

  He slows down, sucking on my lip until it pops from between his. He looks at me with hard lust, so hard it makes me shiver. “Where are your keys?”

  “On my purse,” I try to take a step back but he doesn’t let me. The hand around my skull quickly comes down my body to hold me around the hip.

  “Give me the keys. I’ll drive.”

  I don’t ask why. Fumbling with my purse, I give him the keys and let him guide me in trembling legs to the car. I don’t care we’re going to soak the seats, as much as I don’t care about the possessive hand he drapes on my thigh. My heart thunders inside my chest so hard I’m out of breath, my legs like jelly.

  Grateful he offered to take the car, I feel his fingers running up and down my exposed thigh to the point I’m on the brink of madness. His digits come all the way up to the hem of my dress, then back to my knee. All the way up an inch higher, and back to my knee.

  Five minutes later, I’m sliding down the seat and opening my legs, almost begging for his touch. He’s running his hand higher up my thigh, my dress coming up almost to my crotch. Still, he doesn’t touch me where I need him the most.

  I reach for his thigh, my gaze glued to the hard length on his pants. I’m intent on giving him as much a tease as he’s giving me, but one look from him and I freeze.

  “Naughty girl,” he growls. “But you’re not going to touch me. Not yet.” His velvety voice promises so much pleasure I groan even if his fingers are on my knee now. “I have other plans before that.”

  “That’s not fair,” a deep moan escapes me as his fingers run all the way up and touch my crotch. I feel my juices soaking through my panties. I’ve never been this aroused and he keeps on teasing me. “Why can you tease me and I can’t even touch you?”

  His gaze shifts as I inch closer to his length. “Because I like to be the one in control. And if you don’t obey me, I’ll have to spank you.”

  The word sends goosebumps to crawl over my flesh. I’ve never had a thing for spanking, but the way he says it makes me want to misbehave so bad.

  So I reach for his member and press my fingers over it. Asher groans, hard, deep in his throat, and looks at me with wide eyes.

  “So that’s how you’re going to play?”

  I lick my lips, and I know I’m looking desperate but I care not. I spread my legs and his gaze comes to my exposed panties. I’m sure he can see the patch of wetness there.

  “I’ve been told I’m too fiery,” I say with a grin. I curl my fingers around his dick and slowly begin to jerk him off over his pants. “Maybe you should teach me a lesson?”

  The glint in his eyes tells me he has loved the answer. I wait for his fingers to ride higher again and finally touch me where I want it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he abandons my thigh and holds the wheel with both his hands, clutching so hard his knuckles bleach.

  “You are a tease. Guess you do deserve a lesson, Hailee.”

  Asher speeds on and I press my thighs together, seeking for contact, for release. My throat dries and I know he’s got me addicted even before he’s laid his hands on me.

  My whole body hums in anticipation as we arrive in his building and pretty much run for his apartment. I’m loving the game, but once the door shuts behind us, he looks at me with something different in his gaze.

  As if he dropped a mask, I finally see that Asher I had been glimpsing. The one he warned me off. The true man I have come to love.

  He grips my face and his eyes glisten with promise.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispers, “so hard you’ll never even think of any other man.”

  I shiver as I tilt my lip. “I can’t wait.”

  11

  * * *

  ASHER

  I don’t know where to touch her first.

  My fingers tingle with how much I need to feel her skin. To run my digits over her curves and grip her hips between my hands. I feel like I’ve missed her for years, as if my body has been waiting for her all this time.

  Walking her backward inside my room, never letting her go of my embrace, we finally cross the door. I turn the lights on, for I’m not missing a moment of this.

  Pressing her back against the wall, I suck on her lower lip until she’s squirming against me. Her hands grip my biceps, my shoulders, my waist. The trailing of her fingers set my skin on fire, even if she’s not yet touching me properly.

  Which has to be solved. Immediately.

  Not taking my mouth from hers, I unbutton my shirt and let it drop from my shoulders. Her hands find my skin quickly, raking her nails down over my chest and down my abs. She marks me and I bite down at her supple lip.

  She’s mine, and I’m hers.

  “Is this really happening?” She mutters against my mouth.

  When I look down at her, I catch the heated gaze in her face and it makes my cock twitch. It’s so hard now it pains me, threatening to burst my zipper.

  Carefully, I cup her face. The lust in my veins is turning me into a madman and I can barely think straight. I can barely hold back from hauling her to my bed and taking her.

  “It is, baby,” I kiss her cheeks and over her eyes. She sighs, and I move my lips to her jaw and neck, biting on her pulse. In a moment, she’s shivering, and I touch her shiver-covered arms. “I’ve been dying to have you too.”

  Hailee runs her fingernails down the muscles of my back and hooks her thumbs on the waistband of my pants. “Isn’t it going to get too complicated? I mean, us? Being boss and employee? With this age gap…”

  I distance myself so I can stare into her eyes deeply. “I don’t care how complicated this gets, I still want you.”

  She shivers and sighs, and I know she has surrendered. To her love. To her desire.

  Running my hands down her back, I find the zipper of her dress. I open it and let the cloth fall down her body, covering her skin with my rough hands in a moment. Admiring her form, I try to memorize her rises and falls, her curves, her vales, but it’s too much beauty to take in a moment.

  And I am parched for her taste.

  Kissing down her neck and over the swell of her breasts - making a mental note to give those beauties more attention later -, I drop to my knees.

  For this woman is a goddess and this is the correct way of adoring her.

  I trail my lips down her stomach to the waistband of her panties. Hailee trembles, gripping my hair as I brush my mouth over her covered mound.

  “Oh, Asher,” she cries, she mewls, she begs.

  I grunt in response because that’s the best I can do right now.

  Breathing against her mound, I let her squirm against me and move her hips, trying to reach for my mouth. The torture is exquisite but I am very aware I’m not lasting too long.

  There’s a primal, raw need to be deep inside her.

  Bringing her panties down from around her hips, I kiss the skin exposed to the cleft of her core. Her panties come down soaked, and I waste no time bringing my lips to her sweet pussy.

  Hailee quiver
s so hard I have to hold her upright against the wall.

  “Asher!” She moans, the most delectable sound I’ve ever heard. My name on her tongue, with that desperate, heated pitch, is everything I want to hear for the rest of my days.

  Flicking my tongue over her nub, I drink from her juices and cover my chin in them. I lap at her sweetness with clear hunger, sucking on her clit until she’s a whimpering mess above me.

  When I’m about to burst, I part her legs and run a hand up between her folds, never abandoning her sweet pussy. She’s close now, I can tell from the roll of her hips against my face, from the grip of her fingers on my hair. Gently, I use a finger to prob and tease her entrance.

  Her response is as heated as I expected. I sink a finger between her folds, finding that spot inside her that will make her come apart.

  Hailee’s orgasm is so intense it makes my whole body shake. Her juices cover my chin but I never abandon her pussy, moving my finger in time to intensify her orgasm. My whole focus is on bringing pleasure to this woman, and I hold my breath when I know I’m too close, and keep pumping my finger in her.

  As Hailee comes down, trembling and rolling her hips breathlessly, she tugs my head back, still clutching my hair.

  Our gazes meet and she trembles with what she sees in my face. Licking her lips, her voice is weak when she says, “Please. Take me to bed.”

  Every wish of my future wife is my command. I’m on my feet next, pulling her up and gently laying her down on the bed. She unhooks her bra as I kick my pants off. And my lips are on her breasts next.

  Sucking on one, then the other, I flick her hard nipples with the tip of my tongue as I fondle her breasts. The heavy orbs heave as Hailee still catches her breath, but her naughty hand is already between us.

  “Baby,” she calls, and I bring my face up to kiss her lips. She moans with the taste of her pussy on my tongue before breaking the contact. “Baby, I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me.”

  I groan longly, unable to say anything else. Adjusting above her, the head of my cock finds her entrance easily. She gasps with the size — which is expected, for I’m a big man in more ways than one. But Hailee is so wet and so ready for me, I just slide home.

  We moan in unison, the feeling of connection overwhelming. The pleasure is indescribable as her muscles clamp on me, strangling me, holding me. I can feel her inner walls trembling with her last orgasm, and I want that — I want her to feel more pleasure.

  Just then I notice I entered her bare. Irresponsible, immature, I look down at her, afraid my question may ruin the moment.

  “I’m clean, love,” I tell her, not moving an inch. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

  She shakes her head, hooking her ankles behind my back. “I am too, and on the pill. Just fuck me.”

  “Fuck,” I kiss her. “Fuck. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too,” she moans and it’s a freaking symphony.

  She sings a whole aria in the room as I start to pump. We were made for this, for each other, and I wrestle another orgasm from her before I stumble off that cliff, watching her breasts bounce.

  But I want this woman so much I can’t accept only that for our first night. So after I’ve cleaned her up and kissed her some more, I touch her clit until she’s clawing at me and screaming my name, and I enter her from behind, covering her walls in my seed once more. I make love to her again and again, filling her with my essence over and over to mark her, so we never forget that night.

  So we never forget that I’m hers and she’s mine. Forever.

  EPILOGUE

  * * *

  ONE YEAR LATER

  HAILEE

  Shifting on my seat, I smile at the photographer as he snaps another shot of our table.

  What’s making me slightly uncomfortable is not being seated and photographed for so long. It’s not even the corset of the dress or the large skirt or the hairdo. No, the dress and hair were designed for this day specifically and they fit me perfectly.

  What’s making me squirm on my seat and jump here and there is Asher’s hand under my skirt. It started as a soft hand to my knee, a thumb rubbing on my skin, but that’s not who we are.

  Oh, no, there hardly passed more than two days without a fuck between us this past year. I never thought I was capable of so much lust, but here we are.

  Asher’s fingers trail up my inner thigh slowly, making me grow wet. Since I’m hiding the dress under the tablecloth, no one has noticed he’s now brushing a finger over my cleft, my lace panties soaked.

  And he has the audacity to look bored.

  Bringing the champagne glass to my lips, I sip from the expensive drink. The bubbles fizz all the way down my throat and I quiver, but not from the alcohol or the cold. Asher has slipped my panties sideways and is now teasing my crotch.

  I glare at him. This is our wedding party, but one never expects the bride and groom to fuck in public.

  Though we’ve already done something almost to that point. We’ve done a lot of crazy things this past year because of our constant hunger for one another.

  And now I just want to go upstairs and climb him. I just need to fuck his handsome face.

  He opens a sly grin to me as he leans over. “Is everything okay, dear wife?”

  Cocking a brow, I widen my legs a bit. “Everything’s perfect, dear husband.”

  “Good. I just want the best for my wife.”

  I lean forward and pull him by his tie. “Have you no shame?” We grin at one another, that teasing way that made us fall in the first place. “Have you no sense of decency? This is your wedding.”

  “And because it’s my wedding, I feel like I need to make my new wife happy.” As if to make a point, he parts my lower lips and brushes a finger over my swollen, needy clit. I shiver, barely holding a moan back. His pupils darken in need. “Your face is killing me. The sounds you make drive me insane.” His voice has lowered to a primal grunt that always drives me to the edge. “Let’s drop this. No one cares anyway. I just need to fuck you senseless.”

  I want to complain. I want to say his parents will be upset, his partners, the company’s shareholders. But the words die on my tongue, my skin hot all over.

  One thing I have learned this year dating and living with Asher was this — it’s silly to care so much about people who don’t care about you. Why should I be afraid of upsetting his parents when they never respected me? I ended up winning his brother, who had been hurt before and just pretty much never trusted women, but his parents still held to their beliefs.

  Why should I ruin my moment because of people who disrespected me?

  And this is my moment. And I want to spend it with the person I love the most in the world.

  “Alright,” I tell him, licking my lips. “Let’s pretend we’re going to the bathroom.”

  “Oh, I’d love to fuck you in a bathroom stall,” he stretches a feral grin.

  “We’ll put that on the list. Just preferentially not here. We’ll make for the elevators, and up to our room.”

  “I’m dying to fuck you in that dress. And out of it.” He pulls his hand out from under my skirt and kisses me. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

  We intertwine our fingers together and I let him guide me up and out of the hall. “You’ve been doing that for a while, love,” I say, smiling.

  Bringing my hand up to his mouth, he kisses the diamond ring he has put there, his eyes sparkling. “And it’s only the beginning.”

  THE END

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