His Curvy Temptation

by Sadie King

  “Aren’t you tired?” I ask.

  “I’ll sleep tomorrow, once I know you and Jason are both okay.”

  “I am okay,” I insist for the hundredth time.

  “Sometimes people get delayed shock. I’d rather wait around to be sure.”

  I go upstairs and get a couple of blankets and bring them downstairs.

  I chuck a blanket at him. “In case you want to doze in the chair.”

  “Thanks.”

  I lie down next to Jason, and with his warm body pressed next to mine and knowing Flynn is watching over us, I fall asleep.

  6

  Flynn

  I watch Lucy sleeping in the predawn light. She’s curled up with Jason, the ever-protective mother.

  It’s a few hours later when Jason stirs, and Lucy wakes up with him.

  “Morning,” she says sleepily.

  “You want some coffee?”

  She nods, and I go into the kitchen to fix it. When I come back into the living room carrying mugs of hot coffee, they’re both sitting up and talking quietly.

  “I’ve told Jason that he doesn’t have to go to school today, but he wants to go because it’s his turn to feed the fish.”

  Jason nods. “There’s this fish that sticks to the side of the tank, and it has whiskers. But Ben said when you feed it that it jumps up out of the water to get the food.”

  “Well, you don’t want to miss that,” I say solemnly. “I’m going home to take a shower and find out what’s happened to our friend.”

  Lucy nods. She has her arms wrapped around her chest, and I see a shiver run through her.

  “You’re not staying alone here today. Come on over after you drop Jason off.”

  “Don’t you need to sleep or work?”

  I shrug. “I can make up the time later.”

  When I get home, I call the station. They’ve got Jayden in a cell. He fits the profile of a spate of burglaries in the area, and they’re going to keep him for an identity parade later. It looks like he could be going back inside.

  I take a hot shower and am just finished getting dressed when Lucy turns up. There’s a knot in my stomach at having to tell her about the surveillance.

  She listens quietly and asks a few questions.

  “Why didn’t you tell me he had skipped bail?”

  “I didn’t want to frighten you. You’ve been jumpy enough as it is.”

  “What if he’d gotten in without you seeing?”

  “He couldn’t have. I had you covered.”

  We’re sitting at the kitchen table sharing a slice of apple pie and nursing a coffee.

  “What will happen now?”

  “He’ll be charged, and you’ll be asked to testify.”

  She takes a sip of coffee. “I don’t know if I can go through that.”

  I nod. “It’s up to you.”

  She sits in silence for a moment.

  “You’ve been through a lot. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “I don’t want you and Jason staying in that house alone.”

  “We don’t have many other options.”

  “Move in here with me.”

  She looks up at me in surprise. “Are you sure? You’ve done so much for us already.”

  “I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.” I put my hand on hers. “I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but I want to be with you, Lucy. I want to protect you forever. You understand?”

  Her hand clasps mine. “I want that too.”

  “I’ve got plenty of room for both of you, and Jason can stay in the school with the weird fish.”

  She smiles, and my heart skips a beat. “I love you, Lucy, and I want to look after you. You and Jason.”

  “I’d like that.” Her eyes are shiny when she looks at me. “I love you too.”

  There’s a pastry crumb on the corner of her lips, and I brush it away with my fingers. She kisses my fingertips, sending shivers down my arm. I lean in and capture her mouth with mine. The shiver spreads down to my dick, and I start to harden as her lips press into mine.

  I slide my hand under the table and onto her thigh. Her body quivers under my touch as I move my hand up her thigh to the warm place between her legs. Even through her jeans I can feel her sweet hotness.

  She smiles at me shyly as she spreads her legs apart. I undo her button and fly and slip my hand down the front of her panties. She gasps as my fingers graze her pussy. I slide between her wet folds, feeling her pussy juice coating my fingers. Then I pull my fingers out of her panties and bring them to my nose.

  I breathe deep, inhaling her earthy scent. It overwhelms my nostrils and makes me feel lightheaded. I have to taste her.

  I drop to my knees in front of her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks in alarm.

  “What do you think I’m doing?”

  I grin at her as I yank off her jeans. She’s wearing white cotton panties, and I spread her legs wide so I can see the damp patch where her pussy is.

  My gaze travels up her body. “Take your top off.”

  She hesitates for a moment and then pulls it over her head. Her arms drop down quickly, crossing over her stomach.

  “Why are you hiding?”

  She looks embarrassed. “I’m so big, and my belly wobbles.”

  “You’re beautiful,” I tell her, and I mean it. “You’re like a goddess sitting at my table.”

  She smiles, and I take one of her arms off her belly. I kiss the fingers and move to the palm; she groans as my lips brush the inside of her wrist. I kiss the delicate skin on the inside of her arm, moving up to the elbow, then place the arm gently at her side.

  “Your body is beautiful,” I tell her, picking up the other arm. I kiss this one too, trailing my lips up the sensitive inner skin to the inside of the elbow. Then I gently put it by her side.

  I take in her naked body, every soft curve and crevice. “I love the way you look.”

  She smiles and leans back in the chair, gaining confidence and giving me the perfect view of her almost naked body.

  I’m kneeling so my head is level with her breasts, and I lean forward, trailing my lips across the delicate skin of her chest. I kiss the tops of her breasts gently, then move my hand to her back and undo her bra.

  I catch her heavy breasts in my hands and sink my head between her cleavage. Her unique scent of soap and perspiration makes my dick ache. My mouth moves down, kissing her tits slowly ‘til I find the nipple.

  She groans when I take her nipple in my mouth and I lick it gently, feeling her harden under my tongue.

  My mouth travels downward over the curves of her stomach, kissing her soft skin until I’m at the top of her panties.

  I can smell her now, that earthy sweet scent. My dick pushes to be let out, and my heart’s racing.

  I grab the fabric of her panties and rip them off. She gasps, her eyes wide, and then I bury myself between her legs, breathing in her sweet nectar as my tongue explores her delicate folds.

  She’s gushing wet and I lick it up, letting her juices run down my chin.

  “Oh god,” she moans. “Oh god.”

  I break off to look at her. She’s leaning back in the chair, and when I stop, she looks up at me with hungry eyes.

  “Why have you stopped?”

  “Say my name when I’m pleasuring you,” I tell her.

  She smiles. “If that’s what you want, Flynn.”

  “And when I’m fucking you too.”

  “I will.”

  I put my head between her legs and lick her slowly, running a finger around the rim of her slit. I wait ‘til her moaning builds, and then I thrust the finger into her pussy.

  “Oh my god, Flynn,” she cries out.

  I ease my finger in and out, feeling the tight walls of her pussy sucking me in. Then I slide another finger in, and she cries out again.

  “Flynn!”

  I pick up the pace as I feel her climax buildin
g. She grabs the back of my head and rubs herself against my face. It’s so goddamn sexy I nearly cum in my pants. My cock is aching, but I’ll please her first.

  I pick up the pace, thrusting my finger in and out of her wet slit.

  “Flynn,” she moans with every thrust, and I’m so turned on I almost get my dick out, but then she tenses and shudders and she’s coming all over my face as she screams my name.

  I wait ‘til the shuddering stops, and then I stand up and open my fly. She looks up at me dreamy-eyed with a lopsided smile on her face. I pull out my hard cock, and her eyes go wide.

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  She smiles at me as I pull her out of the chair. I take her place sitting down and turn her around to face me.

  She straddles me and lowers herself so I can run my cock over her pussy, soaking it in her juices.

  “Shouldn’t we use protection?” she says.

  I shake my head. “I’m going to claim you as mine. And you’ll be mine forever, you understand?”

  She nods, and I pull her onto me until the tip of my cock is inside her pussy opening. She gasps and I pause there, with her balancing on the tip of my cock.

  “I’m going to fuck you and cum in you, and I’m going to do that every night until I put a baby in you. Okay?”

  She nods breathlessly. “That sounds okay to me.”

  “Good, because I can’t wait any longer.”

  I grab her ass and pull her down my shaft, feeling my dick slide into her hot, sticky wetness. The sudden shock of it makes us both cry out.

  I keep her there for a moment, rocking her back and forth, her pussy squeezing my cock. Then I slide her up and down my dick, my cock throbbing with every thrust.

  Her tits bounce in my face, and I dart my tongue out to lick her nipple.

  “Flynn!” she cries out.

  “That’s it, baby. Cum for me, baby.”

  She’s tight and hot and wet and I pick up the pace, thrusting hard as I feel her climax building.

  I’m riding the wave of ecstasy, and I’m nearly there with her.

  “Flynn!” she cries, as her pussy clenches around my dick. “Flynn, Flynn!”

  I explode inside her, shooting my cum deep into her pussy as the release shoots out of my body. For a moment the world disappears, and the both of us are all that exists. I pull her close to me and feel her racing heart pressed against mine.

  After a few moments we pull apart. She’s smiling at me, and I’m sure my grin matches hers.

  “Can we do that again sometime?” she asks.

  “Honey, I already told you. We can do that every night for the rest of our lives if you want.”

  She rests her head on my chest, and I hold her close. My curvy goddess, my future, my love.

  Epilogue

  Flynn

  Six years later...

  The smell of freshly cooked pastry hits me as I open the door. Lucy’s standing at the sink and she puts a finger to her lips, indicating Florence, our four-month-old, sleeping in the sling pressed against her chest.

  I sneak over and put an arm around her shoulder and nuzzle into her hair.

  “Apple pie?” I whisper.

  “Of course.”

  I give Florence a kiss on the top of her downy head, savoring the milky soft smell.

  “Good day at the office, Sarge?” asks Lucy.

  I grab a couple of sodas out of the fridge, and Lucy joins me at the kitchen table. She perches on the edge on the chair so as not to disturb Florence, and we chat about our days.

  I was promoted to Sergeant a few years ago. It can be a stressful job sometimes, but with Lucy to come home to, I feel the stress of the day fading away.

  “Daddy, Daddy!” A blur of small human energy races into the room and hurls itself at me. I pick up Dylan, our five-year-old, and swing him into the air. He’s followed by Davey, the toddler, who follows him around everywhere on unsteady legs.

  “Are you coming to the game tomorrow, Dad?” Jason’s standing by the door, a lanky boy of twelve, his baseball glove in hand and a hopeful look in his eye.

  “I’ve booked the afternoon off especially,” I tell him. “It’s not every day your son plays in the county finals.”

  A huge grin spreads across his face. “I hit a home run in practice today.”

  “Do that on the field tomorrow, and the other team doesn’t stand a chance. You wanna go out back and practice?”

  “Sure,” he says.

  “Dinner will be about fifteen minutes,” says Lucy, bustling into the kitchen. “And I need Jason back in ten to set the table.”

  “Yes, Sergeant,” says Jason, saluting her in the way that I taught him.

  Lucy rolls her eyes in mock exasperation, and we hastily retreat into the backyard laughing.

  I officially adopted Jason a few years ago. There was no resistance from his biological father. Last I heard, Jayden was heavily involved with the church and trying to reform his life. I keep tabs on him, but he’s never caused any trouble again.

  Ten minutes later, Lucy calls us in for dinner. It’s the usual chaos of a family mealtime with the toddler eating nothing but peas and the baby deciding to wake up just as Lucy sits down.

  “I’ll take her,” I say. “You eat.”

  I warm Florence’s bottle and feed her on my lap, managing to get a few mouthfuls of my own dinner in too.

  Then Lucy rounds everyone up for baths and bed, and a few hours and one tantrum later we finally collapse on the couch alone.

  I pull her toward me, and she rests her head on my chest. We sit quietly for a few minutes enjoying the peace and quiet.

  “Are you sleeping?” I ask.

  “No.”

  “Good. Because I’ve got plans for you.”

  She giggles as I slide my hand down her curvy body and along her thigh. Her head comes up, and I press my lips to hers.

  As our bodies move together, I say a silent prayer of thanks for bringing this woman into my life and blessing me with my perfectly imperfect family.

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