Curvy Temptation by C.L. Cruz
Chapter 7
Ranger
WhenWillowslidesherhandintomine,itfeelslikemorethanaphysicalgesture.Despitebeingletdowncountlesstimesbythemeninherlife,she’strustingme,givingherselftomeevenifit’sscaryforhertorelyonsomeoneelse.AndIwanttorewardherbravery.Iwanttoprovetoherthatshe’smakingtherightdecisionandthatIwillcareforherandtreasureherfortherestofmylife.
And give her as many orgasms as her heart desires.
I lead her down the hall to the bathroom at the end, pulling her inside and shutting the door. It isn’t very big, but I don’t need a lot of room.
She leans down to start the water, and when she straightens, I wrap my arms around her, pressing her back against my chest. She wiggles her ass against the hard ridge of my cock.
“You little temptress,” I growl into her ear.
She chuckles lightly and tips her head to the side, giving me access to her neck. I press my lips against the curve of her shoulder, feeling her pulse. When I tug her shirt up, it beats faster, fluttering wildly at my touch.
“Arms up,” I command.
She does as she’s told, and I lift the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her bra follows, and I’m finally able to cup those luscious breasts. They fit perfectly in my palms, heavy and soft. My thumbs stroke her nipples, and I watch in the mirror as they rise to hard peaks. Her eyes drift shut, her mouth forming a little O as she focuses on the pleasure.
“Unbutton your pants,” I tell her, my teeth scraping her ear. “I want to touch you.”
There’s no hesitation on her part; she opens the button of her jeans and pushes them down, together with her underwear. With some maneuvering, she’s able to step out of them. My eyes drink in the sight of her naked body, and I savor the feel of her ass cradled against my crotch. I’m unbearably hard, my dick straining against the confines of my jeans.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, still playing with her nipples. “And all mine.”
Releasing her breasts, I dip one hand between her legs, strumming her clit. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and she widens her stance invitingly. I part her folds and stroke her; she’s soaking wet. With a low growl of approval, I bite down on her shoulder as I push two fingers inside of her.
“Oh!” she cries out, falling forward and planting her hands on the counter.
I wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her upright. Her head leans back on my shoulder and I kiss her hard as I fuck her with my fingers. She reaches around and twists her fingers through my (considerably shorter) hair, moaning into my mouth.
The steam from the shower clouds the mirror, hiding her from view until all I can see is her vague outline writhing against my hand.
“I’m coming,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise, and I hold on tight as the orgasm washes over her. Her pussy convulses around my fingers as she cries out, her teeth clamping down on my lip until I taste the salty tang of blood. Damn, that’s hot.
When I finally release her, she spins in my arms and reaches between us to undo the button on my jeans. Her fingers graze my cock, and it feels like I might explode, so I step back, undressing under her watchful gaze.
But she doesn’t just stand there and wait for me. Instead, she pulls open the glass door of the shower and steps under the hot spray. She squirts some flowery-smelling body wash onto a cloth and lathers it up, spreading the white suds over her body. Her hands caress her nipples and even slide between her legs.
The whole time, her eyes are on me, drifting from my chest to my abs to my erection. She watches as I pull a condom from my pocket and unroll it over my cock. Once that’s done, I stand back and watch her again, loving the sight of her waiting for me all wet—in more ways than one.
“Are you coming?” she asks.
I raise an eyebrow at her double-entendre. “I hope so.”
“Get in here, then.”
I step inside and waste no time claiming her mouth. Water slides down our bodies, scalding hot. Her skin is slick and sudsy beneath my hands as I caress her ass and her tits.
“I want you inside of me,” she whispers, practically begging. “Now.”
“Turn around,” I tell her. “Show me that ass.”
She does, thrusting her ass out at me as she braces her hands on the tile walls. I position myself at her entrance. She’s soaking wet and ready, and I slide easily inside. Her pussy tightens around my cock, and I go still, afraid of losing control too soon.
“Don’t hold back,” she says, reaching around, her nails scraping my leg. “Please.”
“Fuck, Willow,” I groan, loving how she trusts me enough to tell me what she wants, to demand what she needs.
She pushes back against me, and I can’t help it. I pull out and pound back into her. She cries out, slapping the wall. And I do it again, and again. She rears back, meeting me thrust for thrust. I wrap her wet hair around one of my hands and pull. She arches her back, her cries of pleasure echoing in the small bathroom.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Come with me.”
The orgasm builds, and the sight of her bent over in front of me, her fingers furiously massaging her clit, her eyes closed… it’s too much. A few more thrusts and I come hard, burying myself deep inside of her. Her tight channel pulses around my cock, and seconds later, she cries out and her hand goes still as another orgasm crashes over her, too.
“Oh, my God,” she pants, straightening up and leaning against me. “That was incredible.”
Reaching around her, I pinch her nipples again, making her gasp. “Baby, I’m just getting started. What time does Max get off the bus?”
She arches against me temptingly. “We still have a few hours.”
“We can do a lot in a few hours. And then I’ll pick him up from the bus while you ride into town with Lux and secure your spot at the salon.”
Spinning in my arms, she gazes up at me, suddenly serious. “You mean it? You don’t mind helping?”
I press her back against the wall, kissing her. When I break away, I remind her, “You can depend on me, baby. I’m here for you and Max. Always.”
And I look forward to spending the rest of my life proving it to her.