Curvaceous

by Marilyn Lee

  She allowed her gaze to lovingly caress him from his head down to the already sizable bulge straining against his underwear. "I like what I'm seeing so far."

  "Yeah?"

  "Oh, yeah."

  "What do you plan to do about it?"

  "Oh, I don't know. How about this?" Eager to feel his cock sliding deep inside her, she peeled off her thong.

  He stared at her nude body in silence, rubbing his cock. "Damn, girl."

  "You're starting to sound like a broken record," she said and slowly stretched out on her back on the bed. Fully aware that he found her naked body sexy, she smiled at him. "Well, I think we've spent enough time talking, Jay."

  "Have we?"

  Hearing the huskiness in his voice, she trailed a finger up her right thigh to touch her pussy. "I think so. And I can think of at least one other thing I'd rather do...once you're suitably naked."

  "Now you're talking." Smiling, he pulled off his briefs.

  And she burned with unadulterated lust.

  Jayson was a big handsome male with miles of smooth dark skin, ripped abs, wide shoulders, and the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. Staring at his nude body, she realized there was nothing in the world sexier than a handsome black male with a big, lethal looking cock. She'd always suspected he was big, but the length and girth of his semi-erect shaft left her trembling with need. Lord, once fully erect, he would fill her like no other man ever had.

  "Oh my God, Jay."

  He smiled. "Like what you see?"

  "I love what I see." She parted her legs and rubbed her clit. "I'm looking forward to loving what I feel."

  After bending to remove a condom from his pant pocket, he crossed the room to stand by the bed, still smiling at her.

  Cherica stared at his cock. Lord, it was a thing of beauty; long and thick. Pre-cum seeped from the big, dark pink head. She reached out a hand to touch it and experienced a delicious jolt. Oh shit! She had to feel it driving deep into her body.

  "You won't need the condom," she said. "I'm covered."

  "Good. Then when I put it on, we'll both be covered," he said in a resolute voice that assured her arguing with him would be pointless.

  At least one of them still possessed the ability to think clearly and reasonably. She gently massaged his balls and felt her pussy pulse. It would be heaven to take him raw. Maybe she could convince him to go raw with her the next time they had sex. "Okay." Closing her fingers around his warm flesh, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip and pumped him quickly—eager to get him fully erect.

  "Damn, girl, that feels good," he said, thrusting his hips forward.

  "Yes," she whispered. "It does." She loved how quickly he hardened and lengthened in her hand. "Oh Lord, Jay. I have to have you inside me. Now. Please."

  "Are you ready for me?"

  "I've been ready for you for years," she said.

  "Let's just make sure." He stroked his hand down her thigh and along her clit.

  His touch felt so nice, she inhaled, biting her lip. "Jay."

  He eased a finger inside her and gently probed her pussy.

  Her hips jerked off the bed in response. Did he intend to make her beg? "I'm wet and ready now."

  "Now," he agreed, his voice husky. He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her bent thighs, his dark eyes gleaming with desire as he gazed at her.

  She glanced down her body. Although her belly swelled slightly and her ass was nowhere near as tight as she'd like, she worked hard to keep her full-figured body as toned and as attractive as possible. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were natural with large areoles. Her legs were long and her pussy tight and ready for the invasion of his big, hard cock.

  She reached between her legs and rubbed herself as she watched him quickly apply the condom over his erect shaft.

  With the condom on, he moved closer. He trailed his fingers up her belly to her breasts. "Nice rack, pretty girl," he told her, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

  She smiled up at him, amazed by her lack of shyness at lying naked and shameless in front of the man she'd known and hungered for since their senior year of high school. Hell, it had taken long enough to get him naked and aroused.

  He leaned down and brushed his lips against her mouth. "Damn, Rica, you have a beautiful body."

  "So do you. You know what I want?"

  "What?"

  "To see if they work as well together as they look."

  "Let's find out." He settled his body between her legs, rubbing his cock against her thigh.

  Cherica moaned and stroked her hands down his back to cup his ass. "Speaking of beautiful, you have one sexy ass and we won't even talk about your cock."

  "Let's talk about my cock and your pussy coming together." He lifted his head and gazed down into her eyes.

  She stared up at him, her heart pounding. She'd loved him for so long that she was almost afraid to breathe in case this turned out to be another bittersweet dream.

  He stroked a hand between their bodies to finger her slit. "You're wet and beautiful and I'm hard and so damned hungry for you. I need to fuck you, Rica."

  "My pussy's wet and my legs are open for you, Jay." Just as they'd always been. Thank God they were now on the same page.

  Rolling them onto their sides, he caressed her breasts. "I need to fuck you deep and hard. I need you to be sure you're ready for that because once I start, I don't think I'm going to be able to stop."

  As if she'd want him to. She nodded silently, eager to feel his huge length pushing deep inside her. While she wasn't fixated on size, everything about his genitals excited her. And hell, who didn't prefer a big cock wielded by a handsome, fantasy lover?

  He glanced at the bedside lamp to his right. "Lights on or off?"

  With the lights off, she could be as uninhibited as she liked. She could scream the place down without feeling totally shameless. On the other hand, "I want to watch your cock going into my pussy for the first time, Jay. Leave them on."

  He lifted her top leg and tilted his hips, bringing his cock to rest against her.

  She glanced down their bodies. The sight of his smooth dark thickness pressed against her pubic hair about to pierce her pussy made her catch her breath.

  He tipped up her chin so he could look down into her eyes. "It's a sexy sight, isn't it?"

  "Yes. Oh...Lord. Yes." She reached between their bodies to brush her fingers through his pubic hair and along the base of his erection. "You're so big and hard. I can't wait to feel you stretching me as you sink deeper into me than any man ever has."

  "You're making me harder."

  "That's the idea, tall, dark, handsome, and so deliciously well hung. Now slide it in and let's spend the night fucking," she whispered.

  He pressed his hips forward.

  She closed her eyes and cupped her hands over her breasts as the big, pulsing head of his shaft slowly slid between her nether lips and into her pussy. "Oh...my God...yes. Yes! More...more...give me more...slide in deeper...let me have every hard, thick inch. I want it all in me, Jay."

  "I'm going to give it all to you, Rica...right down to my nuts," he told her. He kept pushing into her until she felt his pubic hair against hers.

  She wiggled her hips and thrust her ass as far off the bed as possible to ensure she had every inch of him inside her. "Oh...Jay...Oh, God...you're so thick and hard."

  "Isn't that the way you like cock...thick and hard?"

  "And yours," she whispered. "Thick and hard wouldn't mean nearly as much if the cock in question wasn't yours, Jay."

  "If you keep talking like that, you'll make me come before we even start fucking."

  She shook her head. "Oh hell no. We can't have that."

  "Hell no." He rolled them over so she lay on her back under him. "Damn, girl, you have a hot, tight pussy."

  She smiled and slipped her arms around his waist, parting her legs and crossing them over his thighs. "I've been keeping it that way just for you and this big, hard sug
ar dick of yours."

  "Oh hell, girl. I have to fuck you."

  "So you keep saying, but so far, I ain't felt nothing but one thrust. I want more." She tilted her hips upward. "Make a believer out of me. Fuck me, Jay."

  "I love the way you call me Jay."

  She caressed his ass. "Prove it. Fuck me."

  He lifted his weight onto his extended arms, drawing all but the big head of his cock out of her pussy. Then, he quickly propelled his hips downward, driving his hot shaft deep into her again.

  She felt the delicious stroke down to her toes. "Oh...hell yeah!" She closed her eyes and ground her pussy around his cock. "Oh...damn...Jay. Damn!"

  "Beautiful girl, beautiful pussy. Open up and let me have it all, girl."

  "Gladly. Gladly, Jay." She dug her fingers in his tight buns, rotating her ass wildly on the bed as he began to fuck her with long, deep, hard strokes.

  She shook with pleasure. "Oh...yes...yes...you feel so good and so right inside me like this."

  He withdrew part way out of her.

  She opened her eyes and stared up at him. "I want to taste your lips and suck your tongue," she told him in a low, wanton voice. "Kiss me."

  He thrust balls deep in her, wrapped his arms around her body, and crashed his hot, demanding mouth against hers. Urging her lips apart, he sucked her tongue as he pumped his cock in and out of her eager body.

  Still kissing and fucking her with hard, wonderful strokes, he rolled them over so that she sprawled on top of him.

  Curling the fingers of one hand in her hair, he slid the other palm down her back.

  She burned everywhere he touched her and loved the sensation.

  Trailing a finger down her ass crease, he murmured against her lips.

  She reluctantly dragged her mouth from his and opened her eyes. "What? What did you say?"

  "I want you to fuck me. Ride me."

  She pressed an open-mouth kiss against his warm lips before she sat up, still impaled on his cock. Placing her palms on his thighs, she slowly lifted her hips until only half his shaft remained inside her.

  She then leisurely sat on him. She licked her lips, savoring delight as his cock slid back into her. "Hmmm. That felt nice. Let's do it again."

  He grunted, pushing his hips off the mattress and propelling himself deep in her. Cupping his big hands over her ass, he squeezed and pinched her cheeks.

  "Somebody likes blonde pussy," she teased.

  "Not because it's blond."

  She ground her ass against his groin. "Then why?"

  "Because it's yours." He slid a finger down her crack and pierced her anus.

  A spark ignited deep in her belly. She arched her back and rocked her hips back and forth, grounding her pussy on his cock, making them both shudder with pleasure. "Oh..."

  He slipped his finger into her bottom and slowly reamed it. The spark in her belly flared into a flame and singed its way down her body to her pussy. She tightened herself around him, tossing her head back. And fucked herself harder on his cock.

  Groaning and shuddering, he removed his finger from her ass so that he could grip both of her hips. He bounced her up and down on his cock with a force that sent shocks of pleasure radiating out from her pussy to encompass her entire body.

  She held herself still for several moments while he drilled his cock in and out of her with a fast, sweet precision. "Oh..."

  He lengthened his movements.

  Digging her fingers into his thighs, she matched him stroke for stroke. Within minutes, they were moving together...thrusting at each other with a wanton, natural rhythm that sent Cherica's emotions spiraling out of control, along with her ability to do anything but gasp as a bomb of ecstasy detonated in her pussy.

  As she moaned through her orgasm, he slid his big hands up her back, pulled her body down against his, and fucked her hard and fast through her climax. He curled his fingers in her hair, kissed her breathless, and then exploded.

  She tightened her pussy around his ejaculating cock and sucked at his tongue until his hips stopped jerking and he collapsed against the bed.

  She sprawled on top of him, pressing her cheek against his damp shoulder.

  He stroked his hands down her body to her ass. "Damn, Rica, that was..."

  "What?" she asked lazily. "Nice?"

  "Nice? Oh, no. It was far more than nice."

  "How much more?"

  He slapped her ass. "Too damn good for words."

  Pleased, she smiled and kissed his shoulder. "Yes. It was." She sighed and then slowly climbed off his cock.

  He sat up.

  Cherica turned onto her side and watched as he removed the condom, disposing of it in the bedside trashcan. He turned off the lights. When he stretched out on the bed again, she pulled the cover over them and cuddled close.

  "Merry Christmas, Jay," she whispered.

  "Thanks to you, this is probably going to be the best Christmas ever."

  "For me too." She settled against him. Her exhilarating climax, combined with the alcohol she'd consumed earlier that night took its toll. She fell asleep within minutes.

  Jayson woke her later.

  Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she saw it was still dark outside. "Jay? What time is it?"

  "It's time for some more loving. Yes?"

  "Oh, yes." Hell yeah. Once she was fully awake, he positioned two pillows under her ass, tilted her hips, crawled between her legs, and ate her pussy with a slow enjoyment that made her toes curl and her back arch as she burst into a flaming orgasm.

  Then, to her surprise, he slid his body behind hers, pulled the covers back over their bodies, and held her until she drifted back to sleep. Damn. What a wonderful surprise.

  Chapter Two

  In the morning, Cherica woke alone in bed with a slight headache. Lying on her back with her eyes closed, her nostrils twitched. A faint remnant of sex filled the air. Her breasts felt sore. Memories of the night before spent in Jayson's arms flooded her senses. Sex with him had been nearly everything she'd hoped it would be. A commitment from him would have made it perfect.

  Eager to see him and to gauge his reaction to their night together, she sat up.

  Jayson sat on the single chair in the bedroom watching her. Fully dressed. Damn. That didn't bode well for a Christmas morning fuck. She smiled at him. "Morning, handsome."

  A brief smile touched his lips. "Morning, beautiful girl."

  It would be if he joined her in bed. "Why so overdressed?"

  He sighed. "We need to talk, Rica."

  That didn't sound like a good we need to talk. "Sure. What about?"

  "About last night."

  Oh hell. Having your man wanting to talk about the previous night after you'd finally slept together was not a good thing. "What about it, Jay?"

  "As you must know, it was fantastic."

  "But? Let's skip ahead to the but."

  "But the timing of it might have been a little inappropriate."

  Oh, Jay. Don't do this to me. "Meaning what?"

  "That we should have given a little more forethought to the ramifications that our sleeping together would have."

  She didn't need to ask on whom. A wave of disappointment surged through her. How like a man to express regrets and reservations after the fuck. Now that he'd gotten what he wanted, he was clearly worried about what his mother and sisters would say. Or maybe he expected...If he expected her to beg him not to leave, he could damn well think again. She pulled the blanket up to cover her bare breasts. "It's all right, Jay. You don't have to say anything else. We both had a little too much to drink last night and now that we're sober..."

  He frowned. "For the record; I never drink and drive. I was sober last night. What's your point, Rica?"

  She swallowed hard. He was going to make her spell it out. "Okay. Now that I'm completely sober we both know last night was a mistake."

  He arched a brow. "Do we?"

  She frowned. "Yes; at least that's what you just said—" />
  "Are you still half asleep? Because that is not what I said."

  But it had clearly been what he'd meant. She lowered her lids to conceal what she suspected what a hurt look in her eyes. "It's all right. We've been friends too long to risk our friendship over a night of...meaningless sex."

  "Meaningless sex? What the fuck, Rica?"

  "So..."

  "So what?"

  She shrugged. "You know."

  "No. I don't know." He rose and moved across the room to stare down at her. "Suppose you spell it out for me and then we'll both know."

  "What's to spell out?" He was clearly fearful of his mother and sisters' reaction to their becoming a couple. "So let's just consider last night water under the bridge and move on."

  "Like it never happened?"

  She nodded, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

  "Is that what you want, Rica? Or is it what Dave would want you to say?"

  She flushed. Granted Dave might prefer she and Kia date only Caucasian men, but what person didn't have some preferences? He wasn't a raging racist who thought his skin color made him better than anyone else. "If you're going to go on a rant about his being prejudiced, let's not forget that your mother and your precious, match-making sisters won't like the idea of our having spent the night together any more than you think Dave would." She tossed her head angrily. "But you can make everything right with them by telling them you were just slumming last night."

  "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

  "It means you've never even dated any woman who wasn't fully black. Have you?"

  "No," he admitted. "But what—"

  "That's what I thought." She tossed the cover back and slipped from the bed. "Last night was an experience I want to remember with pleasure. So let's drop this conversation before it turns ugly, Jay." She walked across the room towards the bathroom.

  "Cherica..."

  She turned to face him, schooling herself to keep her gaze cool. "Yes?"

  He raked a hand through his hair. "If you think so little of my family..."

  "What?" She challenged, angry and hurt and not really caring what she said or how he took it.