Player Loves Curves Box Set #4-6 by Hope Ford
Naomi
I should have knownit wouldn’t last. I’ve prepared myself all afternoon. I’ve gotten ready, put on a sundress with a cardigan over it. I’ve calmed my nerves the best way I know how and then I promised myself I would see how it goes.
But when I look through the peephole on the door, I feel the breath rush right out of me. He looks so sexy and sophisticated in his navy suit. Even through the peephole I can see how his strong arms challenge the fabric of his jacket to contain his power.
Already with a pit in my stomach, I open the door. The scent of him makes me want to wrap my arms around him and just breathe him in. He smells so masculine and like something fine and rare.
I tug at the hem of my dress, wondering if I should have worn something else. He looks so good and I look almost frumpy standing next to him. He must notice my insecurity. He lifts up a bouquet of flowers and holds them out to me. “You look beautiful,” he says in awe. “I had wondered if I’d imagined it… how beautiful you are. But I didn’t. You’re breathtaking, Naomi.”
I take the flowers from him and when he hands them over, our fingers touch. Like a jolt, I feel it up my arm and I know he does too because his eyes snap to mine. His blue eyes are dark and filled with desire as he looks me up and down. “Thank you,” I mutter as I take the flowers and almost run from the room toward the kitchen. I pull out a vase and start filling it with water.
I hear the front door close and then his steps as he comes toward the kitchen. I try to take soothing breaths, but they seem more ragged than anything. “These are beautiful,” I tell him as I take them to put on the dining table. I can feel his gaze on me as though it were his hand reaching out and caressing my body and my curves. I barely keep the moan in, I can feel it so strongly.
He walks up behind me and crowds me against the table. I can feel his heat behind me, even though he’s not really touching me. I turn and when I look at him, I can’t breathe. The way he’s looking at me drives me wild with need.
I should grab my purse and walk toward the door. I should put some distance between us. I should do anything except for what I’m dying to do. I want to be in his arms. I want to feel his mouth on mine. I want it all.
He must see it in my face, because he bends his head and I see him getting closer. My heart is racing but there’s no way to calm it. It’s like there’s an electrical presence between us and it’s zapping all the common sense I have left. All my carefully laid plans of not getting too close have evaporated. Right now, I know there’s no way I could walk away from him… from this.
When his lips finally descend on mine, I gasp and with that my mouth opens, granting him better access. His hand curls around my neck, angling my face so he can even further deepen the kiss. I moan against him. His hard chest pressed against me is my undoing. I’ve never felt so safe and still so ravaged in all my life and at the same time.
I can’t stop myself then. I reach for his jacket and shove it off his shoulders. It falls to the ground and as soon as his arms are free again, he has his hands on me, pulling my cardigan off and tossing it behind me.
Before long, we’re pulling at each other’s clothing until we’re standing in my dining room, completely naked. When I back away from him, I note his swollen lips and heaving chest. But I don’t stop there. I’m dying to look at him. He feels so good under my hands, I have to see him. And when I do, my mouth drops. He is perfection. I saw him on the boat and no doubt he looked good. But up close, where I can run my hands across him as I look at him is almost too much. I don’t think he has an ounce of fat on his body. All the way from his shoulders down to his thick thighs, he is pure muscle. Even his long, hard cock is impressive. It’s hard, thick and pointed straight at me. When the precum drips from his tip and hits the floor, I drop to my knees before him. Before I even touch him, a groan escapes him. I reach out and cup his balls in my hand, feeling the weight of them. His head falls backwards, and I feel more secure knowing that I can bring this reaction from him. I lean toward him and take him in my mouth. His hand wraps around my hair and I moan, egging him on. He tightens his hold on me and I hollow my cheeks, sucking him down my throat.
Back and forth his hips gyrate and I take him in. When his balls tighten I know he’s close and I put more effort into it. Moaning around him, savoring his taste, he starts to pull me away, but I shake my head, letting him know that I want all of him.
He doesn’t disappoint. He lets his release shoot into my mouth and I swallow every last drop of him. My lips smack when I pull off of him and I lick my lips, making sure I got it all.
Roughly, he grips my arms and pulls me up in front of him. “I need to be inside you, Naomi. Now. Where is your bedroom?”
His hands are sliding all over my body and only then do I start to feel the pressure of it all. His body is perfection and I have more curves than I have flat lines. I try to wrap my arms around my middle self-consciously, but he’s not having it. He pulls at my arms and holds them out, looking up and down my body, taking it all in. I’m sure he sees that my hips are wide, and I have a slight pooch on my lower belly. My boobs are big, but not as perky as they once were. I stand there with my arms open wide as he looks his fill. I want to look anywhere but at him, but I force myself to look directly at his face. And the longer I do, I see it. He’s attracted to me. He doesn’t have to say a thing. He doesn’t have to do anything. I can see the way his body reacts to seeing mine. His pulse is beating rapidly in his neck. I can almost see the steady beat of his heart as it thumps in his chest. His nostrils are flared and I swear he’s taking deep inhaling breaths because he can smell my desire. But the dead giveaway is the fact that he’s already hard again. He just came and already he’s hard again…. Because of me.
I quit trying to fight him and let my arms drop to my sides, no longer wanting to block his gaze from me. I arch my back, and when I do, his hand comes up as his finger circles my hard nipple. He covers me with his lips, sucking my hard peak into his mouth before pulling away. “Where. Is. Your. Bedroom?”
The hard, demanding tone brings me out of my daze. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to sleep with someone I just met? Indecision and pure lust battle against each other in my head. As if sensing my hesitancy, Neil pulls away. But he doesn’t release me. His big strong hands are touching my shoulders, my breasts, down my hips and the front of my thighs. He’s so close, so close to exactly where I’m burning up for him. He nuzzles my neck, kissing and licking a path across it. “If you want to wait we can. We can get dressed and go to dinner. But just know I want you, honey. Now that I have a taste of you.” He licks and nips my collarbone and my head falls back with a moan. “I won’t go away. This will happen, if not tonight… soon.”
His palm cups the swollen weight of my breast. I’m going to tell him no. But when I look into his eyes, the only words that leave my mouth are, “Yes… I want you too.”
He grabs my hand and points toward the door. He wants me to lead us to the bedroom. I walk us out of the dining room, down the hall, and to the bedroom. The whole way, I can feel him watching me, every shake, every jiggle of my body, I know he sees. But when I stop next to the bed and he pulls me against him with both hands squeezing onto my ass, I know he liked it. I know he likes me.
He lifts me up and sets me on the bed. As I crawl backwards to give him more room, he puts his knee on the bed and crawls up between my legs. He trails kisses up my inner thighs and I hold my breath, waiting. When his hands push my legs farther apart, I wait. When there’s silence on his end, I lift my head and look down at him. He’s staring at my girly bits and I start to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me. His hands go to my legs, pushing them wider, holding me open to him. He kisses me then, right on my needy, swollen, slick core. My hips jerk at the contact and a moan, my moan, fills the air.
My hand goes to his hair and I hold him there, hoping he never stops.
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Neil
Oh,fuck. Please don’t ask me to stop. The thought goes through me and if anything it pushes me on. Tasting her is my undoing. I could smell her desire and it made me ravenous, but tasting her has turned me into an obsessed man. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I bury my face between her legs, licking her from her opening to the swollen bundle of nerves of her clit. Her hips are moving underneath me and I put my arm across her lower belly to hold her steady. I stroke my finger through her opening, in and out, while my tongue works circles around her nub. I apply more pressure until she’s pulling at the sheets and her body flexes under my ministrations. Her body starts to jerk, but I don’t stop. I push her over the edge until a warm moisture coats my fingers, and only when she seems to settle do I move down and lap at her juices. I have her all over my lips and my chin, but I don’t care. I kiss my way up her body and when I look into her eyes, she’s so far out of it I can’t help but smirk, knowing I did that to her. She looks almost dazed as she lifts her arms to me.
I lean down and kiss her before lining up at her opening. The talk, fuck the talk. We haven’t had it. I came prepared, but my pants are in the other room. “Naomi, honey, fuck, I want to bury my dick so deep inside you that we don’t know where I end and you begin, but honey, I have to go to the other room and grab a condom.”
She seems to snap out of it at that. Maybe it’s the realization that she was about to let me bareback inside of her, I don’t know. But I’m oozing precum just thinking about being in her bare. She tries to scoot away but I don’t let her. “Uh-uh, honey. Don’t go anywhere. Stay just like this. I’ll be right back.”
I climb off the bed and run down the hall, grab my pants, and run back. I’m back between her legs, sliding on the condom and thank fuck, she didn’t change her mind while I was gone. I pull her hips to me, leaning down to kiss her, then down her neck, and each of her breasts. But I can’t wait any longer; I need to be inside her. I line myself up at her opening and her eyes get wide. I start to enter her, but I can feel her tense. “You okay?” I grunt.
She nods her head, but still her eyes are wide and filled with innocence. “Just be easy, okay?”
My instinct is to drive into her and claim her, but I don’t. “Is this your first time, Naomi?”
She shakes her head. “No, I, uh, once before, but it was back in college.”
Instinctively, my hands tighten on her hips. I don’t want to hear about another man, I don’t even want to think about it. “I’ll be easy,” I tell her, but even saying it, I don’t know how I’m going to do it. With only the tip of me inside of her, already it’s like she’s sucking me in and I would give anything to slam into her. My whole body is strung taut as I inch my way into her. She’s pulsating around me and my whole body starts to tremble. “Fuck,” I moan.
She lifts her hips and I freeze. Her big green eyes are staring up at me. “It’s okay, Neil. You won’t break me. I want this. I want you.”
I release the breath in a big whoosh and push myself inside her, slow and steady until I’m balls deep and I can’t go any further. My eyes are still on hers and she looks as shocked as I feel right now. She’s a perfect fit, snug and tight around me and every time I start to move, her body tremors underneath of me. Her hands slide up my chest, stroking me as I drive into her slow and deep. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge, but I don’t want to jump over by myself. I want her with me. I reach between us, stroking her swollen nub. “Can you come again? Come while I’m deep inside you? I want to feel you throb around me as you milk me, honey.”
My words make her even wetter and I don’t stop talking dirty to her. My voice is coming out staggered and breathless, but I still say them. She’s moaning, thrashing underneath of me, and when I can’t wait another second, I beg, “Come, baby. Come for me.”
As if on command, she starts to convulse and I drive into her slick, hot, molten channel. In and out, taking us both over the edge.
I collapse on top of her before I catch myself and try to lift away. But her arms go around me, holding me to her. “I don’t want to squash you.”
She’s breathless when she answers. “I like the weight of you against me. You won’t squash me.”
I soften against her, still trying to hold the most of my weight off her. When our breathing returns to normal, I kiss her nose. “I, uh, need to take care of business.”
She releases me but I can tell she doesn’t want to.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
