Secret Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 5)

by Marysol James

  “Easy, baby,” he rumbled in that amazing voice. “I’ll get you there, I promise. Right now, just enjoy it, and let me enjoy you. We got all the time in the world, and I’m not rushing a single goddamn thing.”

  She reached for him, seeking the most intimate of physical contact with Curtis. She found his hands, clutched them both tight. He murmured something she didn’t hear, then he returned to kissing and nibbling her thighs.

  Tessa shut her eyes behind the blindfold, amazed at how much she felt by being totally blind. Without knowing how it had happened, her hands were in Curtis’ hair, and she was momentarily taken aback at its softness. She moved through his hair, the strands sliding through her eager, curious fingers. He groaned when she tugged him up to her throbbing sex.

  Emboldened by the darkness, frantic to really know this man, her hands slid down his neck, stopped on his heavily-muscled shoulders. Under her fingertips was unbridled male power, a strength that she knew he was keeping in check, and he was doing it for her. The thought that Curtis was taking care of her touched her deep, and she relaxed completely now.

  He felt the change that he’d been waiting for: she opened up to him, all the way. Done playing with her, Curtis lifted her legs, rested one foot on each shoulder. Her calves slid down automatically, pulling him closer. He went willingly, drawn to her aroma and arousal. She was an intoxicating combination of musk and honey, and he was instantly addicted. Nothing could ever be as purely sweet as Tessa – and she was pure sweetness on every inch of her body.

  Curtis wrapped his arms securely around her thighs now, holding her in place. Finally, finally, he closed his eyes, and fit his mouth to the curves of her most secret flesh. He swept his tongue up and down her lips, dragged it over her aching bundle of nerves, slid it back down, moved back up to her clit. Over and over, he traced this path, slow and patient, until Tessa was holding back her moans with her hand.

  He lifted his head, gently tugged her hand away. “Don’t you hold it in, sweetness. You let me hear you. I need to know what you’re feeling, what I’m doing to you.”

  “Oh!” she cried as he delved between her pussy lips again. “Oh, God! Curtis!”

  “That’s it, baby.” He parted her with his thumbs, flattened his tongue and swept it over her soaked centre. “You let loose for me.”

  Almost crazed with the need to hear her come, Curtis zeroed in on her clit. He licked it lightly, sucked it in to his mouth, flicked it with hard, fast strokes, rolled it between his lips. Tessa had no idea what he was going to do to her next, and every sensation was higher, stronger, more intense than the last one.

  Her cries were becoming rhythmic now, as the tension in her body began to pulse. They grew louder, keener, and any reserve that she’d had was long gone. She was lifting her hips to him, giving herself to him. She begged, moaned, gasped. His name fell from her lips over and over again, and he thought he’d never heard anything more amazing in the whole of his life.

  Tessa was close – so close. Her heart was pounding wildly, every muscle in her body was tensed in anticipation of orgasm. It was right there, that mind-bending bliss, and she reached for it, desperate and greedy. It was all she wanted, and she honestly thought that if she didn’t get it, she’d die right here on this kitchen floor.

  “Curtis,” she said, her voice breaking. “Please… oh, God, please. I – I want –” He sucked her almost-too-sensitive clit in to his mouth again, and she gave a sharp scream. “Curtis! I – I need…”

  “I know what you need,” he said, his voice molten and dark. “And I’m going to give it to you… right… now.”

  With that, Curtis buried his tongue in her body, reaching in to her hot, wet heart. He fucked her with his mouth, wishing that it was his cock deep inside Tessa’s straining, writhing body, but he’d take this for now. God, she was delicious, and he couldn’t get anywhere near enough of her.

  Sweet. Juicy. Soft.

  When she was shaking and begging, seconds away from unraveling under his mouth, that was when he recaptured her little button between his lips, and pressed down. Tessa screamed his name, every muscle in her body ready to explode, and he pulled back slightly. She groaned, her body and soul trembling with need. Then he flicked her clit, just once, a fast, firm flick… and she lost it.

  Tessa convulsed under his hands, her pussy fluttering and spasming on his tongue. Curtis stayed right there, making sure that she rode the wave all the way, sucking her taut bundle in time to the pulsing he felt against his mouth. Her hands were tangled in his hair, holding him where she needed him the most, and he fucking loved it. He could die here, just die here and now, and he’d die a happy man.

  Slowly, she sank back down to the floor, gasping for air, still shaking. She felt incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden, and he knew it, somehow. Right away, he pulled himself back up and over her trembling body, tugged the scarf loose, wiped his mouth on it. He looked in to her beautiful eyes, and he smiled. She was gazing up at him, and her joy was sparkling bright and clear.

  “OK, baby?” he said gruffly. He was pretty sure she was, but he thought it best to check in.

  “Are you kidding me?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath. “I’m so OK, Curtis. I can’t think the last time that I was this OK.”

  He laughed, rolled on to his side and pulled her with him. He gathered her close to his naked chest, gave her an affectionate kiss. “I love you.”

  “Right back at you, big guy.” She looked around now. They were surrounded by food and crumbs, and the counter had half-unpacked food and wrappers strewn all over the place. “Oh, wow. This is a mess, huh?”

  “Messy can be good.” His eyes gleamed as he stroked between her legs, and she gasped. “Some kinds of messy are sexy as hell.”

  Tessa gave a low moan as he lifted his hand to his mouth. He held her heated gaze as he sucked her sweet nectar off his fingers, loving how she tasted on his tongue. Fuck, she was goddamn perfect – she was everything he never thought he’d have, and everything that he’d secretly wished and longed for. She was his deepest, most honest and true heart’s desire, come to life.

  “Curtis…”

  “I fucking love how you say my name,” he growled. “Especially when you come… it’s like heaven, baby. Nothing better.”

  She blushed, and he grinned at her. God, she was something else, all gold and green and pink and warm. Tessa was like a summer sunrise, so bright and full of promise. She was breathtaking.

  “OK, sweetness.” He stood up, extended his hand. “You’re messy, so we need to get you cleaned up.”

  She let him pull her to her feet, and hold her to him. “OK.”

  “C’mon,” he murmured in to her wild curls. “Let’s get in to the shower.”

  Tessa stopped dead. “Together?”

  “Is that alright with you?”

  “Oh, hell, yeah.” She beamed up at him, stroking his naked chest. “I want to see you. All of you.”

  “I’m all yours.”

  She let him lead her down the hall to the bathroom, and as she admired his muscular back and broad shoulders, she turned those words over in her mind. Yeah, he’d uttered them teasingly, in a joking tone, but for Tessa, this was no joke. Curtis was all hers. He was hers.

  In her entire life, Tessa had never had anyone. Not really. Her Mom hadn’t been totally present so often – her mental illness had stolen her away for hours and days at a time. Her grandmother had sent her away, and although they’d repaired their broken relationship at the end, by that point, her grandmother had needed Tessa to be there for her in her final days. Kevin had been physically there for years, but emotionally, he’d been distant. By the end, he’d been nothing less than cruel and abusive. She’d been so lonely, and she’d been loneliest when Kevin had been standing right there next to her.

  For Curtis to say that he was hers, to tell her that he wanted and lov
ed her… it was a whole new experience for her. He’d fought for her, fought to help her even when she’d rejected him, and said horrible, hurtful things. He hadn’t left her or abandoned her; he hadn’t turned his back in disgust or impatience. This man just hadn’t given up on her – not even after Tessa had given up on herself.

  He flicked on the bathroom light now, tugged her close. His large hands slid under her shirt, inched it up. She tensed, just a bit, and he paused.

  “You good, baby?” he asked, his eyes soft with concern.

  “Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I’m just – I know it’s stupid after what just happened, but I’m… I’m nervous about you seeing me totally naked for the first time.”

  Curtis stared down at her, his whole face warm. “I love you. That makes you the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, sweetness. Don’t you know that?”

  She smiled and relaxed. “Oh. Is that how it works?”

  “Damn right,” he said, his voice husky. “You’re gorgeous, Tessa, inside and out. Let me see you, baby. Let me see all of you. Don’t be afraid.”

  She looked at him for a few seconds. She knew that she had to learn to think of herself as beautiful, as desirable. As enough, just as she was. This seemed like a good place and time to start, and God knows, she’d never meet a man more convinced that she was both beautiful and enough. She really thought that when Curtis looked at her, he saw her at her best. Just like in the kitchen, she once again had to decide to trust him, to trust herself.

  I trust him. I trust me, too.

  Tessa nodded now, raised her arms. He pulled her shirt over her head, and in one quick move, unsnapped her bra clasp. She giggled as the bra fell at her feet.

  “Wow, you have skills,” she said.

  “Some.” He cupped her breasts, circled her nipples with his thumbs. “Nothing very impressive.”

  She thought about his mouth on her in the kitchen, at his skilful coaxing of her body’s helpless response, and she arched her back as a wave of arousal moved over her. He groaned as the movement pushed her breasts in to his hands, and he lowered his mouth to them. Her fingers were tangled in his hair again, pulling him closer, and she closed her eyes to enjoy this man’s sensual touch. She just let herself be loved, really trusted that this man loved her.

  Far too soon, he lifted his head. “Baby?”

  “Hmmm?” she murmured.

  “I want to be naked with you, nothing between us.”

  She opened her eyes, and he grinned at the blazing want he saw in their depths. “Yes. Get those clothes off, babe, and I mean this instant.”

  He made a sound deep in his throat, a kind of growl crossed with a grunt, and he stepped back. She watched, mesmerized, as his huge hands undid his belt, undid his zipper, shoved down his jeans. And there he was, just in his boxers, huge and hard. And hers; all hers.

  Fingers trembling, Tessa reached out, slid under and around the waistband. He stood totally still, his arms dangling loose at his sides. Waited.

  She licked her lips in anticipation, and in one quick motion, she pulled down the boxers. His cock was erect, and Tessa gasped at the first glimpse of him. God, he was big, and long, and thick. He was mouthwateringly gorgeous, and she wanted nothing more than to have him inside her, pumping and stroking her until she came on his cock. She’d come hard, she knew; she’d come screaming and begging.

  “Curtis,” she breathed. She took him in her hand, cradled him. “Oh, my God.”

  He closed his eyes, loving her touch. “Tessa…”

  “I want to taste you.”

  His eyes flew open now. Fucking yeah, he wanted her to taste him, but he didn’t want her to feel like she had to do this. Curtis had never forced a woman to do anything for him, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to start with Tessa.

  He stared down at her, examining her face for the truth. She stared right back at him, so open and unafraid, and all he saw was hunger. A hunger to live, to love. To just jump in to those things with both feet – no holding back or denying her needs. In his arms, Curtis held a woman who’d starved herself for so long, who’d denied herself pleasure in so many ways, and who was done with it all. A woman who was ready to live.

  “I want that too.” He pulled her over to the shower now. He turned on the water, checked it, stepped in. “In here, sweetness.”

  She let him help her in to the shower stall. “Why in here?”

  He grinned, his blue eyes very dark in the half-light. “Because I’m definitely gonna get messy.”

  “I hope so,” she whispered. “If I do it right, that is.”

  “Oh, you’ll do it right, believe me.” He gave a low groan as she pressed her wet body against his chest, his cock pushing in to her stomach. “All you have to do is touch me, Tessa, and I’ll go off.”

  “I think we can do a bit better than that. Don’t you?”

  Before he had time to answer, she was on her knees in front of him. Curtis cursed, slammed both palms flat against the shower wall, fell forward as she sucked him in to her sweet mouth. He braced his weight on his hands and forearms, staring down at her.

  Her curls were wet and cascading over her shoulders. Her head bobbed back and forth as she worked his length, and it was even better than he’d imagined it. Her mouth was hot, tight, her tongue was light and teasing. She swirled it around the tip of his cock like she’d pulled on his finger, and Curtis knew that he’d be lucky to last longer than thirty seconds. Fuck, if he lasted a full minute, he’d nominate himself for some kind of goddamned medal of fortitude.

  The shower spray beat down on him, and he shut his eyes as everything became too fucking intense. Too hot, too close, too much. He gathered her hair in one hand now, kept the other braced on the wall, and he just held on to what little control he had left. It wasn’t very fucking much.

  When Tessa took him as far and deep as she could, and she sucked harder and faster, he couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips back and forth. He tried to keep the movements small, non-aggressive, but it was hell. It was all made worse when she gripped his taut ass, and pulled him closer.

  “Fuck,” he gasped. “Tessa, baby… you don’t know what you’re doing to me…”

  She made a small sound in her throat – satisfaction, teasing, taunting – and that tiny humming vibration shoved Curtis right to the edge. He grabbed her hair in both hands now, pulled her to her feet roughly.

  “Stop,” he said, his voice harsh. “I want to look in to your eyes the first time I come for you.”

  Touched, surprised, she gazed up at him even as she stroked his length. She pumped him, faster, harder, and she watched as his head fell back. In a moment of mischievousness, she got up on her tiptoes, and nipped the column of his strong throat. Curtis gave a cry, dropped his head down again, rested his forehead against hers. Tessa stared in to his eyes, loved how they were glittering with heat and wild desire.

  “Curtis,” she whispered. “I want you to let go. I want to see you.”

  “Soon,” he grated out. “Very fucking soon, sweetness.”

  “Good.” Her hands were both busy now, one stroking his cock, the other firmly cupping and caressing his balls in her palm. “I can’t wait.”

  “Oh,” he groaned, helpless to it now. “Oh, fuck…”

  Curtis felt his abdominal muscles tighten, impossibly tight; his thighs tensed up too, large and flexing against her smaller, more rounded body. She pressed closer to him, holding his cock against her stomach, massaging him with both her hand and her soft skin. Curtis cursed again, unraveling at roughly the speed of light now. No stopping it, no holding it back, and fuck if he wanted to. He wanted to come for Tessa.

  As if she heard his thoughts, she murmured to him, “Come for me, Curtis. Come all over me.”

  At her words, his entire body clenched and he did as she asked, as she demanded. His cock
lengthened, jerked, released. She gave a low moan as his seed spurted over her stomach and breasts, hot and thick. He shuddered, and she kept stroking him, milking every drop out of his body, his chest heaving and his lungs burning. He stared down at Tessa the whole time, loving the love that he saw shining in the green-gold depths of her perfect eyes.

  Curtis’ legs were shaky beneath him, and he seriously thought he might go down, taking Tessa with him. He planted his forearm on the wall above her, leaned his head on it. His breath rasped, his eyes were closed, and he was trying to decide if he’d ever come like that in the whole of his life.

  On the whole? I think not.

  Tessa was trapped between his massive body and the wall, and she couldn’t think of anyplace on the entire planet that she’d rather be. God, the look on his face when he’d come: every one of Curtis’ defensive walls had crumbled around him, and that hard, emotionless face had been ablaze with arousal and want. And she’d done that to him; she’d made this amazing man look like this.

  “Tessa,” he said, so damn tender and soft, still leaning on his huge forearm. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” She pressed a kiss to his chest, ran her tongue over the ugly scar there. “I love making you happy.”

  “Oh, baby.” He half-laughed, half-groaned. “You so did.”

  She smiled and ran her fingers over her sticky skin. “I can feel it.”

  Curtis opened his eyes now, moved back to look at her. He reached for the soap, coated his hands with fragrant bubbles. She sighed with sheer bliss and a bit of regret as he washed her, washed away the evidence of his pleasure.

  For a long time after, they stood under the water, wrapped around each other. Eyes closed, breathing together, they didn’t say a word. They just stood, and breathed, and thanked every lucky star in the sky that they were together, just standing and breathing.