Lush Curves 2: Swept Away

by Delilah Fawkes

  “Gavin... please...” I begged.

  I needed him inside of me. Needed to feel him filling me with more than just fingers.

  But before I could say anything else, my back arched, the unexpected crash of my orgasm making me squeal. He pressed my thighs back harder as I shook beneath him, his tongue continuing its onslaught, even as my pussy convulsed again and again. I was panting, breathless, my sex dripping between my legs.

  “Please!”

  Gavin nibbled my clit, making me gasp, before standing up and sliding his trunks to the floor. I reached forward and wrapped my hand around him, unable to hold back.

  He was bigger than any man I’d had before. Tantalizing, thick and long. I wondered what he’d feel like inside of me. He moaned as I stroked him, thrusting into my grip. I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the head, delighting in the salty taste of him, savoring the musky smell of him filling my nostrils.

  I wrapped my full lips around the tip and guided him into my mouth, sighing around him. When my tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft, he swore softly and pushed me away, onto my back on the bed clothes.

  He climbed over me, pressing himself between my legs, supporting his weight on his sun-browned arms.

  “Not like that. Not yet. Your mouth feels too good, and I want to fuck you properly.”

  I moaned at his words. “Please...”

  He rubbed against me, his stiff cock teasing my already sensitive folds. I wrapped my hands around his waist, pulling him to me, but he was fumbling in the side table. I heard the rip of foil, then he was expertly rolling a condom on. I stared, still in awe of how beautiful he was, how strong, how potently, incredibly male, running my hands over his abs and thighs.

  “Fuck me, Gavin,” I begged.

  He grunted above me and kissed me hard, stealing my breath away. I felt the tip of him pressing into me and arched my hips up to meet him. He thrust into me hard, sheathing himself inside of me in one sure stroke. I cried out, my pussy aching sweetly as I adjusted to him.

  “God, you’re tight,” he groaned in my ear.

  Droplets of water from his hair trickled down my neck and between my breasts, tickling me as he began to move. His ribcage pressed into mine, and I felt his heartbeat against my chest, his hair falling gently over my cheek. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting him closer, needing him deeper. He pulled out until the tip of his cock was barely inside of me, then pushed himself back in agonizingly slowly, his breath escaping like a whispered prayer.

  I felt stretched, stuffed full, as he paused again, both of us rolling our hips together, feeling one another for the first time, locked together. His lips met mine as he pulled back again, then thrust forward sharply, making me moan into his mouth. He was so deep, so thick inside of me... I’d never felt anything like it.

  Our tongues slid over the others as he picked up the pace, thrusting faster, pistoning into me with shaking restraint. I could tell he was trying not to hurt me, trying not to be too eager, too rough. I suckled on his tongue, then reached back and squeezed his toned ass, urging him on.

  He broke the kiss and looked down at me, his eyes dark and ravenous.

  “Careful,” he said.

  I squeezed him again, dragging my nails over his backside to the hollow of his lower back. “Or what?”

  His eyes flashed, and he grinned wickedly. He bit my lower lip until I screamed, then captured both of my hands above my head, pinning me against the pillows.

  “You’re in for it now, girl,” he growled.

  He slammed into me, and I bit back a yell, my whole body tensing from the sensation. I rocked my hips upward as he began fucking me in earnest--rough, wild--his movements unrestrained as he pumped into me again and again, harder and harder.

  Sweat beaded on our skin, mingling as he slammed into me, his lust primal, animal, the bed frame smacking into the wall with each motion. I was moaning now, gasping with each slap of skin on skin, our bodies joining together until I could no longer tell where I ended, and he began.

  Gavin grunted above me, his hands holding me tight, capturing me against the sheets. When he rocked back into a sitting position, he swept me with him, pulling me up onto his lap, holding me tight like he never wanted to let me go. He bucked up into me, hitting me deeper than I thought possible, and I held on for dear life, moaning louder and louder.

  His pubic hair crinkled against my clit, grinding and rubbing, his rough hands exploring the curves of my ass as we moved together. I was all heat, all fire, all sweat, all need, my pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my belly until he held me fast and thrust upward and harder.

  I dug my nails into his back as I came, throwing my head back as my orgasm crashed over me. I gripped him hard, my pussy convulsing around him, my body shaking with the force of it.

  He bit my neck and tensed, and I felt him twitching inside of me, cumming with me, both of us sharing one another’s pleasure, moving together as our bodies and mouths cried out, our hips rolling as our joy moved over us, consumed us, wave after wave.

  We stayed like that for a long while, kissing slowly, languidly, our hands exploring one another as we stayed joined, neither one of us wanting to be the first to break apart from the other.

  When we finally lay side by side on the sheets, our breathing evening out, sweat cooling on our bodies, I looked at Gavin Fletcher and saw his slow smile.

  I smiled back, satisfied on a level I can’t even explain. But even then, my mind wouldn’t shut off. Wouldn’t just shut up and let me enjoy this moment.

  That really just happened, didn’t it… I really just had the best sex of my life with my new boss, the man I’m basically trapped with for the next few weeks. The man who will be signing my paycheck…

  Was I an idiot? Or had I just made the best mistake of my life?

  Gavin pulled me close, and I rested my head on his chest, wondering what on earth I was thinking. But soon the slow rise and fall of his breathing made my eyelids heavy, and my thoughts quiet.

  I closed my eyes, and dreamed of him. Of making love all over again and coming apart in his arms.

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  Gavin

  As I lay there in the dark, I could still feel Aolani’s fingernails raking down my back, feel the way her hot little pussy had squeezed around me until I couldn’t take it any longer… the way she’d made my heart ache when I looked into those deep eyes of hers and told her she was beautiful.

  Her head was on my chest, that dark, silken hair of hers spilled out over my pillow, her soft breasts pressed against me, and all I wanted to do was run my hands over her again, to touch those curves that so arrested me, to cup her face and let her know what she did to me every single time I saw her.

  But mixed with the ache inside of me, the part that wanted to see her smile in the darkness as we made love again, our bodies sliding over the sheets, was a stab of fear. Of doubt.

  I thought of the red-gold curls that had once lain on my pillow. Of green eyes staring out over the sea. Of a tinkling laugh, and of the claddagh that sat in its box in my nightstand, where I’d kept it all these years.

  Of the promise I’d made, whispered over the waves.

  I’ll never love another, Fiona. Never again. Not like you, my girl.

  I’d bought the ring before the ocean took her that terrible summer night. I never even had a chance to ask her to be mine…

  She couldn’t be forgotten so easily. She wouldn’t be. I promised her that as I’d said my goodbyes, out over the water that she loved.

  Aolani murmured in her sleep, her full lips beckoning me, asking me to kiss them, to run my fingers over them in the darkness.

  But I’d vowed then, and remembered the words I said as I lay beside her, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing. I’d take other women into my bed, but I’d never take another into my heart.

  I couldn’t let myself fall in love with this woman. It was as simple as that.

  But as Aolani rolled off me, the sheet
draping low over her hips as she snuggled into the pillows, I wondered if it was as simple as all that.

  If it was simple at all.

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  To Be Continued...

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  I rapped on the mahogany door at the end of the executive wing, and tried to steady my breathing.

  “Come in.”

  “Here goes nothing,” I whispered, and entered the office, trying to hold my chin high.

  Mr. Drake looked up at me, his green eyes intense, but the emotion behind them unreadable. Was he angry with me? Had I embarassed him somehow? I was so inexperienced, I was positive it wasn’t good.

  “Ms. Willcox, come here.”

  I smoothed my hands over my skirt and took a few steps toward the chairs in front of his desk.

  “Did I say you could sit there? Come here. To me.”

  I paused, shifting uncomfortably on my feet.

  “Are you deaf? I said come here.”

  His sharp tone sent a shiver down my spine. I set my jaw and walked around the desk until I was just inches away from him. He spun in his chair toward me slowly and leaned back, a smirk playing over his handsome face. For a long moment, he just looked me over, appraising me, then staring into my eyes to see if I would look away, I suppose.

  I didn’t.

  “Take a seat here. On the desk.”

  His voice was a low whisper, his eyes intense.

  I hesitated the briefest of moments, but then a little voice inside my head said He’s messing with you. He wants to see if you’re afraid. I glared back at him. I needed to show him he didn’t intimidate me, no matter how rich and powerful he was.

  I hopped up on the edge of his desk, and crossed my bare legs demurely. His eyes roamed over my exposed skin, stopping at my hem line, before moving up my body to my breasts, straining beneath my blouse. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but I felt so vulnerable this close to him, especially when he looked at me like that.

  “What do you know about me, Isabeau?”

  He leaned forward, and I forced myself to stay still instead of shying away. He was so close that I could smell the subtle notes of his cologne: musk and wood with a hint of leather.

  “My apologies… May I call you Isabeau?” He smiled up at me, dazzling me for a moment.

  “Of course.” My voice sounded high and breathy. I gripped the edge of his desk, trying not to fidget.

  “Good. What have you heard about me, Isabeau? What do you really know about me?”

  What did he want me to say? That everyone said he was an ogre? Or that they all wanted to sleep with him anyway?

  “I…”

  “Go on. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

  He was still smiling, slight dimples visible in both cheeks. The sight was destracting, to say the least.

  “I know that you’re the youngest CEO and partner in the company’s history, and I know that you earned the spot by working your way up after graduate school instead of using your inheritance as a crutch.”

  “Everyone knows that. What do you know about me? The real stuff. None of this press release bullshit.”

  I looked down at my hands, anything not to have to look up at his face so close to me.

  “Um. People say… they say that you’re scary. And that your assistants don’t last long.”

  He laughed, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill up the office. I glanced up to see him smirking at me. I relaxed my grip on the desk a little. Maybe I wasn’t being fired after all.

  “What else do they say?”

  Oh, God. He can’t possibly want me to tell him everything. Does he? The look on his face confirmed that he did. It was clear by the way he looked at me that I wasn’t leaving this office until I gave him exactly what he wanted.

  “They say. Um… They say that you’re very, uh, good looking… and impossible to please.”

  “Oh they do, do they?” He sat back, and tented his fingers beneath his chin. “Well, do you agree with them? Do you think I’m scary, handsome and woefully unsatisfied?”

  My mouth dropped open, and I quickly closed it with a snap.

  “Yes. I mean, no! I mean, I don’t know…”

  He stood, then, and leaned in close, towering over me. “You were right the first time.”

  Anxiety coursed through me, but I have to admit, being this close to him, smelling his scent and feeling the heat radiating off his body, it made me wonder what it would be like to be in his arms. To be his. To be owned by him…

  His face was almost touching mine when he whispered to me. “I am unsatisfied, Isabeau. I want you to be my new assistant. Will you do that for me? Will you be at my beck and call?”

  My breath left me as his words sunk in. When I finally regained it, I felt like I was trembling from head to toe. His beck and call.

  “Wh-what about your old assistant?”

  Mr. Drake leaned back again and took my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to his. “What about her? I want you.”

  His touch on my skin was electric. Are we still talking about business?

  “Yes, Mr. Drake.”

  His thumb stroked my cheek for the briefest of moments, and then he relea
sed me, breathless, and wondering what I’d just agreed to.

  “Very good, Isabeau. I’ll expect you here at 8 a.m. tomorrow, in my office, ready to work. Don’t be late.”

  He turned away, effectively dismissing me. I hopped down off the desk and quickly made for the door. I didn’t want to give him time to change his mind.

  “And Isabeau?”

  I turned back, my hand on the knob. “Yes, Mr. Drake?”

  “I don’t tolerate sloppy work. Disappoint me, and there will be consequences.”

  I blushed, and nodded, then closed the door behind me.

  What had I gotten myself into?

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  Lush Curves 2

  By

  Delilah Fawkes

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  Lush Curves 2

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