Winning Her Curves

by Harmony Raines

  “I gave up on men along time ago. I’m happy with my life.”

  “Someone must have seriously broken your heart. But the only way to mend it is to move on.”

  “No. No broken heart,” she said, taking a gulp of wine, trying not to choke when it threatened to go down the wrong way. “I simply realised I am not the kind of woman men are interested in.”

  Carl laughed, “Who told you that?”

  “No one told me. I learnt it the hard way, someone showed me how out of their league I was.”

  “Nonsense. Not all men are the same, Penny.”

  “I’m not saying they are. I’ve just chosen not to find out which are good and which are bad.” Finishing her food she said, “I need to get home, could you ask for the bill while I go to the ladies room? I’ll split it with you”

  “Sure.” He watched her as she got up and moved away from the table. He didn’t know who had hurt her, but he became determined to prove to her there were good guys too. She was beautiful, and she made him feel at ease, no need to live up to the hot shot millionaire people expected him to be. Right now he wanted nothing more than to take her home and make love to her. To feel her body under his and make her shudder in delight. But she wasn’t ready, he had to be patient with her. And he had all the time in the world, she wasn’t going anywhere, and now he knew neither was he.

  Coming back to the table Penny found he had already settled the bill. “I said I’d pay half,” she reminded him.

  “Well I figured if I paid for the meal this time, you would have to go out with me again to return the favour. I know you would hate to feel like you owed me anything”

  She slapped him playfully across the chest, the wine giving her fewer inhibitions. “That is not fair.”

  He moved closer to her, she could feel his warm breath on her face when he said, “One thing you should realize is that I never play fair when I see something I want.”

  Penny shivering excitedly at his nearness; she wanted to reach out and pull him towards her and kiss him until they both ran out of breath. Her whole body responded to his, as though they were invisibly joined, sending unheard messages of want and desire. Then a cool blast of air hit her as the restaurant door opened and she came to her senses. Carl had been a perfect gentlemen, she reminded herself he had no interest in her, and the only reason she was so effected by him was the wine.

  He drove her home, they didn’t say much, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. When they arrived at her house he got out and walked her to the door. She got her key out of her bag and unlocked it, not knowing what to do, she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea if she invited him in, or to offend him by not.

  He sensed her nervousness, leaning forward he kissed her gently on the cheek. “Good night, Penny. Sweet dreams.” At that moment she would have asked him in and given him anything he wanted. But he turned to go, walking away before stopping and adding, “Don't let some jerk from your past ruin your future. You can trust people. You can trust me.”

  Penny stood and watched the black sports car drive away, standing still until she could no longer make out the tail lights. That night her dream was different, no longer about Preston. Instead she dreamed of Carl, and she didn’t stop Carl from doing whatever he wanted to her. He made love to her and promised he would never leave. And she believed him.

  Chapter Four

  Carl arrived early the next morning, Penny was disappointed, the weather was cooler today and he wore a sweater instead of a tight fitting t-shirt. He still looked good and her mind filled with all the things he had done to her in her dreams. No matter how hard she tried he was firmly stuck in her head.

  “What do you have planned today?” she asked, offering him a steaming mug of coffee.

  He accepted it gratefully, even though it was summer, the change in the air brought a threatening chill. “I’m going to check everything is secure, the weather is not looking good. Then I’ll carry on with the frame.” He sipped his coffee, watching her move about the kitchen. “Did you enjoy last night?”

  “Yes, thanks.” Penny's dream popped into her head again and she thought, “More than you'll ever know.”

  “Perhaps I could take you out on the weekend.” It was a statement more than a question.

  “The weekends are busy here.”

  “I see.” He thought she was putting him off.

  “No, really. Many owners come and pick their pets up, and drop them off.” He didn’t look convinced, she found herself adding. “Monday is a quiet day.”

  “Then Monday it is, I think I can wait that long.” He finished his coffee and handed her the mug. “I might need a refill in about an hour.” Then he disappeared out of the door to start work. Penny watched him leave, grateful that he at least had snug jeans on so she could admire his ass even if his other muscles were covered.

  Penny got on with her chores, cleaning out and feeding all her guests. She spent some time with each of them, stroking them, feeling them purring through their soft fur. This was one of her favourite things about her job; she could spend hours making them feel happy and at home. When ever there was a particularly timid cat or one pining for its owner she always gave them extra attention.

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  By the time she left the cats it was later than she thought, the weather had turned and rain splattered in big spots on the path. She went and put some coffee on, grabbing a jacket before venturing back out to see how Carl was getting on.

  She found him struggling with a sheet of plastic, it kept billowing out as he tried to secure it.

  “Want a hand?” she shouted.

  “Yes! Grab the corner and pull it round.” She did as he asked, the increasing wind making it difficult. Eventually they managed to contain it, but the rain was coming down even harder now. “You should go in, I’ll finish up here.”

  “No, it’s OK. I’ll help, what do you need me to do?” she answered, having to raise her voice above the sound of the storm.

  Together they worked to secure the frame, Carl was worried if the wind picked up too much it would blow over causing a lot of damage. By the time they had finished they were both soaked, the rain having gone through Penny's jacket and Carl stood dripping from head to foot.

  “Come on, let’s go and get dry,” she called to him when he was certain they had done everything they could to keep things pinned down. They dashed to the house, the wind buffeting them while the rain continued to pour.

  Penny slipped as they reached the door, Carl caught her arm and they tumbled into the kitchen. “I am soaked through,” Penny exclaimed, “So are you, I’ll get you something to dry yourself with.” She disappeared upstairs and returned with two big towels. Carl had peeled his wet shirt off and she couldn’t help feel drawn to his naked chest. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel those muscles rippling under his taut skin.

  Her teeth were chattering as she handed him the towels, partly with the cold and partly with the desire that ran through her body making her muscles tense with longing.

  “You should go shower and change, you'll catch a cold if you stay like that,” he said starting to dry his body and hair.

  “You're right. Help yourself to whatever you want. I shan't be long.” Penny disappeared upstairs, unbuttoning her shirt and discarding her clothes as she went. She piled them in the corner of the bathroom and switched the hot water on before climbing in, letting the warm water seep into her freezing flesh. Closing her eyes she let the water run over her head, dulling her senses.

  She heard the shower door opening and her eyes flew open, Carl stood watching her.

  “Say the word and I’ll leave. But you said help yourself to whatever you want and so I’m here.”

  “I don’t understand,” Penny said trying to cover her body.

  “I want you, Penny. Do you have any idea how adorable you look when you’re wet through? I’m jealous of the way your clothes and hair cling to your body. I want to touch you like that.”

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��Please Carl, don’t tease me.”

  “I wouldn’t. Trust me, Penny.” He moved forward and gently pulled her hands away so he could look at her luscious body. He reached out and stroked her arm with the tips of his fingers, sending goose bumps along her skin. Mesmerised she watched his hand inch its way up towards her breasts, leaving her nerves tingling in its wake. As he stroked the side of her breast the skin seemed to rise to meet him. Carl’s fingers moved irrevocably towards her nipple which ached to be touched.

  His thumb passed over it, tantalizingly lightly, when all Penny wanted was his strong fingers to squeeze it. She moved her body to brush his hand harder, it was the invitation he had waited for. The signal that she wanted this, wanted him. He took a step towards her, she could feel the nearness of his body, feel the heat of him even through the warmth of the water. He dipped his head and captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking it in hard. Her hands flew around his neck, shock making her reach for him; she cradled his head as his mouth tortured her breast. His hand reaching to cup the other and brush the nipple over and over with his thumb.

  Heat fanned her body, settling in a concentrated point between her thighs. Her clit crying out for the same attention her breasts were receiving. Arching her body forward she pushed her mound against his leg, needing some relief from the growing ache. He didn’t disappoint her, his free hand slid along her thigh to the centre of her need.

  Her mouth opened in a wordless cry, as she moulded her soft body into his hard muscled torso. His thumb brushed her clit, his fingers separating her labia to slide inside, pushing slowly between the swollen lips. Gently probing the soft flesh, pausing when they met a slight resistance. He straightened, his hands leaving her body and capturing her face. Forcing her to look in his eyes, he searched her for the truth as he asked, “You're a virgin?”

  She nodded trying to pull away from his gaze. Holding her face still, he brushed his lips against hers, lightly at first then more forcefully, the water from the shower cascading over them. He pushed his tongue between her lips, parting them, encouraging her to open to him. He held her in his arms, kissing her until he was sure of her submission, then he knelt and pressed his lips to her clit. His tongue flicking out and stroking the sensitive nub, her thighs parted for him, allowing better access.

  Kissing her there, his lips covering her completely before sucking and nipping the throbbing bundle of nerves. Penny felt her whole world concentrate on that spot, her whole being anchored there. She leaned back against the side of the shower as he raised her leg, placing it over his shoulder before he covered her whole sex with his mouth, sucking greedily at her juices.

  Penny gripped his shoulders, her hands travelling up to clutch at his hair. He held her thigh firmly in place and made her surrender to him. His fingers dipping into her sex as his mouth returned to stimulating her clit. Her muscles clenched and she felt like a freight train hit her as her orgasm crashed into her. With the water still tumbling over them he pushed in and out of her sex, still not going deep enough to break the thin membrane.

  Tilting her head back she abandoned herself to her climax, letting him eek out every last drop of it. His expert mouth and hands gave her more sexual pleasure in those few moments than she had ever known. But he wasn’t done yet.

  Allowing her at last to drop her foot back to the floor he switched off the shower and reached for the towels. Wrapping her body in one and helping her put her hair up in another he guided her out of the shower, she felt almost drunk with the lust she had for him. Wrapping her arms around him as he dried himself with a towel she pressed herself to him.

  For the first time she acknowledge the hard length of his cock against her thigh. The reality of the situation hit her, if she went with him now she knew he would lay her on the bed and make love to her. She would have to trust him, place in him more faith than she had ever placed in a man. She pulled away from him, unsure, this was the moment her whole life would change, turn on its axis. She would go from feeling like a woman that no man would want, to being a woman that this incredible man desired. How could she know he was for real, that he wasn’t trying to bed the fat girl like Preston Summers had done?

  He reached up and cupped her face in his hands. Kissing her gently, “Are you OK?”

  “I don’t know,” she said honestly.

  He nuzzled her neck, kissing her ear lobe, sending fresh shivers of pleasure through her. “We'll take it slow, if you want me to stop I will. Don't worry, I’ll look after you.”

  Her fingers entwined with his, he stood still, not pressuring her, letting her make the decision. For Penny this felt like a now or never moment. If Carl didn’t make love to her now, today she would stay a virgin for the rest of her life. She had waited years for someone like him to come along, someone she trusted. His actions could wipe away all the pain she had ever felt about herself, he could heal her, she knew that. Or she could let him go, not be willing to take a chance on happiness. She didn’t need him to promise her forever, she simply needed him to promise he was for real.

  Looking at his face, acknowledged the truth, his blue eyes were softened by his need. Surely he wasn’t a good enough actor to put that on, his body was as aroused as hers, she could feel him pushing against her.

  “Teach me,” she said and led him to the bedroom. There she let her towel fall away; wanting him to see her, the whole of her.

  To her delight he stood and took in her curves with a look of approval, his hands allowing his own towel to drop to the floor before he moved in to stroke every inch of her. His hands caressed the span of her hips, gliding across her stomach to stroke her thighs.

  Gently he laid her on the bed and slid down next to her, watching her face as he stroked her generous breasts. Her gasps of pleasure made him smile, those eyes lighting up with lust and longing. Unable to bear it any longer he slid his hand between her thighs and parted them. Stroking her sex, ensuring she was wet and slick with her own need before moving to lie between her legs.

  Slowly he guided his thick cock to probe the outer lips of her sex, Penny held her breath as he breached her labia and pushed inside her. Penetrating her deeply he finally took the virginity she thought she would have for life. In a moment the stinging sensation passed, his hands on her breasts making her forget.

  Even Penny's dream had not prepared her for this, for the feelings she had for him. He eased himself in and out of her, building a tension in her body like no other she had experienced. He rose onto his elbows, leveraging himself forward, pushing deep before withdrawing. His mouth found her breasts and he sucked in one nipple then the other in turn. Sucking hard, his tongue rolling over the captured flesh.

  Penny wrapped her arms about him, stroking the firm muscles of his back as she felt him straining to push deep into her soft moist depths. His momentum increased, but she still felt as if he was holding back, not wanting to let himself go fully in case he hurt her. But she wanted to feel him let go, to abandon his senses to her just as she had abandoned her mistrust for him.

  She dug her nails into his back, kissing his neck and urging him on. She raised her knees, tilting her pelvis up to change the angle of her body. He plunged into her harder and deeper, his rhythm increasing.

  When she urged him on even more he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You can’t hurt me; I want you to come inside me. I want to you to experience what I feel.”

  “My love, I already am.” He kissed her hard, his hand going behind her neck and lifting her up to meet him. He raised himself half onto his knees and the friction in her sex became intense. Her muscles contracted around his thick cock, holding him fast as he moved. He circled his hips stretching her, until her body exploded around him. This second orgasm more intense than the last, her sex throbbing around him. They both struggled to keep control, in the end letting go, trusting each other.

  Penny gasped, her breathing coming fast, her breasts heaving under him as she came. She could not contain the small cries of p
leasure as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over her. Finally cresting as he jerked inside her and she felt him come. His hands gripped the pillow either side of her head he held on tightly, pumping every last drop of his seed into her.

  As the tension left their bodies they kissed and caressed each other, while outside the wind and rain battered the windows. Inside they were on an endless calm in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

  “There, it wasn’t so bad was it,” he asked kissing her neck and down the hollow of her collar bone.

  “Well, I have nothing to compare it too, but I suppose it was OK.”

  “Only OK. I’ll have to do better next time.” His mouth took her breast hostage and sucked sharply, her body jumping in reaction.

  “Will there be a next time?” she asked, sure of the answer.

  “Most definitely. I have nothing else planned for the day. Not with this weather. In fact it is so bad I don’t think either of us should leave the house, we ought really to stay in bed,” he teased, kissing her.

  “I need to go down and switch the coffee pot off; I can smell it from here.” Penny said, looking for a robe to put on.

  “Don't worry, I’ll do it.” He was out of bed in a flash, grabbing the towel he had left on the floor and going downstairs.

  He was gone for a few minutes, Penny could hear him talking to someone, and she wondered if Mr Donald had ventured out to check she was OK. This might be embarrassing. She found her robe and put it on, creeping down the stairs to see if she needed to get dressed and talk to him. She could only hear one side of the conversation and then realised Carl was talking on his phone.

  “I told you she wouldn’t be able to resist.” Carl stood silently, listening to the other person speaking. “That’s right, very easy.”

  Penny felt the blood go cold in her veins. Memories of that night in the car with Preston Summers flooded back. Carl had played her after all. She was just an easy lay for him, a bit of fun while the storm raged outside. Even worse, she had fallen for it and given him her innocence. A sob escaped her throat; Carl turned and saw her face. Mortified at her expression he made a grab for her, she would have been quick enough to get away from him but her feet became tangled on the bottom of her robe. She tripped, but his strong arms stopped her from falling.