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Authors: Arwen Rich
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The Alpha Wants Curves 2: Saving Serena
Heath was positioned between my legs, pinning my back to the ground. I struggled as hard as I could, but his grip was too strong. My thighs slipped over the slick muscles of his abdomen as I tried to reposition myself. He moved closer, held me more securely, and his pelvis pushed into the softness between my thighs. A burst of lust ignited inside me as his big package brushed my sex, and I moaned despite myself.
“You need to focus,” Heath said, panting slightly. His golden eyes bore into mine, hypnotic and piercing. “If you really want to learn to defend yourself, focus is the key.”
But even as he spoke, I felt him hardening in his shorts, pushing against the fabric of my tights. My pelvis thrust automatically as his cock brushed against me.
“I think you're the one who needs to focus,” I giggled, biting my lip. Heath growled sexily, and I felt the deep reverberations of the sound tingling inside me.
Still holding my arms pinned over my head, Heath leaned down to kiss me. His lips were burning hot. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and another surge of lust rose swirling up inside me.
Heath pulled away, his breath becoming ragged with hunger. His hands left mine and moved to my tank top. His fingers curled around the fabric, brushing against my nipples, which hardened under his touch. Heath tore the top open down the middle, and I squealed as my curvaceous breasts bounced free.
His strength was almost scary sometimes. But it was sexier than it was frightening, seeing how much he wanted me.
I arched my back, pushing my breasts towards him, and his mouth found them instantly, kissing my chest, sucking my nipples. He bit softly and I gasped, burying my hands in his dark hair.
Heath moved lower. My nipples tingled and hardened as he kissed his way down my abdomen. His lips left a trail of goosebumps beneath my belly button.
Not for the first time, I found myself amazed at my new-found lack of self-consciousness. I used to hate lovers touching my belly. I was afraid of what they thought of my curves, was afraid to reveal myself to them.
But it was different with Heath. The fear melted into anticipation every time his fiery, golden eyes set on me. The animalistic hunger that I felt emanating from him – hunger for me – made me feel wanted .
It made me feel beautiful.
Heath's fingers hooked beneath the fabric of my tights and my panties, and he quickly tore them down. His mouth, wet and hot, was on the smooth-shaved skin of my pubic mound, then he was kissing the hollow of my thigh. I gasped and gripped his hair tightly – the sensations were simultaneously tickling me, and making me horny as hell .
I was naked now, arching my back in response to Heath's touch. His mouth was only inches away from my dripping sex. I parted my thighs for him.
A warm burst of pleasure, a tremble of my thighs, as his tongue ran up my wet slit. His mouth settled on my clitoris and he began to lick, and I moaned softly. Sweat beaded on my forehead as alternating shivers of cold and waves of heat intertwined inside me.
Heath sucked lightly on my clitoris, lapped faster, and waves of bliss rolled through my body. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging into flesh as he held them apart, and my legs contracted involuntarily on either side of his head.
My hands scrabbled at the carpet as I squirmed there, with Heath's mouth between my legs. My entire being was on the tip of his rolling, lapping tongue; bolts of electricity shot through me with each expert flick.
A hot flush flowed up my spine, and I knew I was going to cum.
Heath knew it too. He could tell by my panting breath. He slowed down as I teetered on the precipice, squirming and thrusting into his face, and he held me there, on the brink of explosion, teasing me with the tip of his tongue. I was on the edge, so close ...
Heath pulled his face away just before I came. I felt him repositioning, and lifted my head to see that
Heath was positioned between my legs, pinning my back to the ground. I struggled as hard as I could, but his grip was too strong. My thighs slipped over the slick muscles of his abdomen as I tried to reposition myself. He moved closer, held me more securely, and his pelvis pushed into the softness between my thighs. A burst of lust ignited inside me as his big package brushed my sex, and I moaned despite myself.
“You need to focus,” Heath said, panting slightly. His golden eyes bore into mine, hypnotic and piercing. “If you really want to learn to defend yourself, focus is the key.”
But even as he spoke, I felt him hardening in his shorts, pushing against the fabric of my tights. My pelvis thrust automatically as his cock brushed against me.
“I think you're the one who needs to focus,” I giggled, biting my lip. Heath growled sexily, and I felt the deep reverberations of the sound tingling inside me.
Still holding my arms pinned over my head, Heath leaned down to kiss me. His lips were burning hot. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and another surge of lust rose swirling up inside me.
Heath pulled away, his breath becoming ragged with hunger. His hands left mine and moved to my tank top. His fingers curled around the fabric, brushing against my nipples, which hardened under his touch. Heath tore the top open down the middle, and I squealed as my curvaceous breasts bounced free.
His strength was almost scary sometimes. But it was sexier than it was frightening, seeing how much he wanted me.
I arched my back, pushing my breasts towards him, and his mouth found them instantly, kissing my chest, sucking my nipples. He bit softly and I gasped, burying my hands in his dark hair.
Heath moved lower. My nipples tingled and hardened as he kissed his way down my abdomen. His lips left a trail of goosebumps beneath my belly button.
Not for the first time, I found myself amazed at my new-found lack of self-consciousness. I used to hate lovers touching my belly. I was afraid of what they thought of my curves, was afraid to reveal myself to them.
But it was different with Heath. The fear melted into anticipation every time his fiery, golden eyes set on me. The animalistic hunger that I felt emanating from him – hunger for me – made me feel wanted .
It made me feel beautiful.
Heath's fingers hooked beneath the fabric of my tights and my panties, and he quickly tore them down. His mouth, wet and hot, was on the smooth-shaved skin of my pubic mound, then he was kissing the hollow of my thigh. I gasped and gripped his hair tightly – the sensations were simultaneously tickling me, and making me horny as hell .
I was naked now, arching my back in response to Heath's touch. His mouth was only inches away from my dripping sex. I parted my thighs for him.
A warm burst of pleasure, a tremble of my thighs, as his tongue ran up my wet slit. His mouth settled on my clitoris and he began to lick, and I moaned softly. Sweat beaded on my forehead as alternating shivers of cold and waves of heat intertwined inside me.
Heath sucked lightly on my clitoris, lapped faster, and waves of bliss rolled through my body. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging into flesh as he held them apart, and my legs contracted involuntarily on either side of his head.
My hands scrabbled at the carpet as I squirmed there, with Heath's mouth between my legs. My entire being was on the tip of his rolling, lapping tongue; bolts of electricity shot through me with each expert flick.
A hot flush flowed up my spine, and I knew I was going to cum.
Heath knew it too. He could tell by my panting breath. He slowed down as I teetered on the precipice, squirming and thrusting into his face, and he held me there, on the brink of explosion, teasing me with the tip of his tongue. I was on the edge, so close ...
Heath pulled his face away just before I came. I felt him repositioning, and lifted my head to see that
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