DISHING UP LOVE

by Robichaux, KD

After the most world-rattling kiss I’ve ever experienced, he thankfully lightens the intensity of the mood before I turn into a sobbing mess of emotions. “Now, how ’bout I make a different part of your insides feel good?”

  I wrinkle my nose as he kisses his way back down my body. “Ew,” I state, feeling him chuckle as he settles between my thighs.

  “Yeah, that sounded a lot better in my head,” he says, and then all words leave my mind as he takes his first taste of me, running his tongue from the very bottom of my opening to circle around my clit. I sigh at the teasingly soft touch of his lips as he presses a kiss to the bundle of nerves, but then my back arches as his grip on me tightens, and all hell breaks loose.

  He growls as his control suddenly snaps, making me gasp as he covers me with his whole mouth and sucks. I let out a mewl of shocked pleasure as he releases his suction right over my clit, making a popping sound as if he just pulled a sucker out of his mouth. My thighs tighten around his shoulders as I try to grasp all the intense bolts of desire his mouth is provoking; it’s almost like it’s too much all at once, but he continues eating me like a man possessed, and all I can do is dive my hands into his thick blond hair and hold on for dear life, because there is no stopping him.

  Fuck, the sounds he makes, his hums of approval and groans of ecstasy, as if he’s the one on the receiving end of these expert ministrations, could send me over the edge alone. But I force myself to get ahold of my breathing, using every technique I can think of that I teach my patients to use during anxiety attacks, because my heart is in a panic it beats so wildly with every plunge of his tongue inside me, with ever nibble to my clit, with ever vibration of his growls of desire.

  His big hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my softness until his thumbs creep around to hold my pussy lips open, and I whimper, bracing myself for impact. I glance down to see him staring at my most secret place, and the look of animalistic possession on his face is nearly my undoing. I shudder under his heated gaze, and the movement of my body must snap him out of his trance just enough that his mouth lands on me once more, and I squeal at the force of it all.

  I’ve never been eaten like this before. It’s always just been a couple minutes of foreplay to make sure I was ready for the main event. But what Curtis is doing to me is a headline show all on its own. And that thought is solidified as my breath starts to hitch and I can no longer control my breathing techniques. A feeling of rapture starts to fill me up, building, building… building until I swear I will explode as he latches onto my clit, circling it with his flawless lips, and then massaging it incessantly with the flat of his tongue.

  And then I do. I shatter into oblivion. I scream out, “Fuck, Curtis! Oh, God!” as my entire body convulses, my hands digging into his scalp to hold him against my pussy as I ride the wave of euphoria all the way back until I’m lying flat on a sandy beach of blissful release.

  My limbs go limp and my hands fall from his head, my breath coming in deep pants as my heart beats wildly inside my chest. I can’t move, but that seems to be fine with Curtis as he places one last kiss to my center before crawling up my body, where all I can do is stare up at him through eyes that are half-mast.

  He smiles, but it’s not cocky. It’s one of love I’ve never seen directed at me before him. “How are those insides doing?” he whispers, nuzzling the flesh above my heart, and I blink when he meets my eyes once again.

  “Empty,” I reply. “Need you.” And with the last bit of strength I can conjure after he’s made me a limp, melted mess on my big bed, I hook my ankles behind his thighs and pull him to me, where his hips nestle right up against my still sensitive flesh. Which is when I realize he still has his pants on. “Please,” I whisper, trying to use my feet to pull his jeans down, and he wastes no time. He’s suddenly as naked as I am, and the head of his big cock presses right up to my entrance, making me shudder.

  “Tell me if it hurts you in any way,” he demands softly, and my eyes meet his concerned ones.

  I nod, my arms lifting to bury my hands in the back of his hair, and I pull him down to me so I can kiss his lips, tasting myself there as he slowly starts to press inside me, filling me inch by gloriously thick inch. I whimper at being stretched like I’ve never been stretched before, his girth like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and when he pulls back, his eyes narrowed in worry, I bite my lower lip and sigh in pleasure before reassuring him with a whispered “So fucking good,” and see relief fill his every feature.

  He surrounds me then, his forearms wrapping under me to rest on his elbows beneath my shoulder blades, pressing my chest up to his, where I can feel my nipples getting lost in the hair he has on his chest. The light tickle there makes this suddenly a full-body experience instead of all the focus being right where we’re connected, and it allows me to take yet another of his breathtaking inches.

  When it feels like I won’t be able to take anymore of him, as if he’s reached the farthest depth of me, he pulls out slightly then sinks all the way in, making me gasp as the tip of his cock butts into my cervix. My back arches, trying to back away up the bed a little, because it’s just… too… much, but his big palms grip my shoulders from beneath, not allowing me to move.

  “Shhh… I’ll take care of you, sugar,” he whispers, holding his hips perfectly still as he kisses along my jawline to my ear, nibbling the lobe as he murmurs sweet nothings there, his deep voice and hot breath relaxing me until my slight pain and panic completely subside. “So fucking perfect. Your tight little pussy feels so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock, baby. I could stay like this forever, just buried deep inside you. Never felt so complete, like I’m where I’m supposed to be for the very first time.”

  He keeps on like that, telling me how beautiful I am, how perfect I fit him, how wonderful I feel wrapped in his arms, and I melt beneath him until I feel every single one of my muscles relax, including the ones gripping around his thick cock. And he must feel it, because he pulls up enough to stare into my eyes… when he finally begins to move.

  It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’m filled to the very brim, my pussy stretched to its absolute limit, but there’s no more pain. He’s a master with his movements, thrusting just deep enough for maximum pleasure, never once pounding into my cervix after he found it the first time. With each thrust, the top of his crown slides along the top wall of my core, catching on my G-spot every time. I let go of the back of his hair, wiggling beneath him until he understands I want to wrap my arms around his back, so he once again braces above me on his hands on either side of my head. He’s probably grateful I prefer to keep my nails short and shellacked instead of long and sharp, because I can’t help but dig my fingertips into the muscles beneath his hot flesh as I hold on for dear life.

  When I’ve grown as accustomed to his size as I’ll ever be, I give in to my desire to meet his thrusts, digging my heels into the mattress to lift my hips as he plunges into me, and I hear him growl. I look up to see his face is more serious than I’ve ever seen it, his eyes the color of the ocean during a hurricane, swirling with possession and pleasure as he watches my own emotions play across my face. When my lips part on a gasp as he hits a particularly delicious spot inside me, he captures them with his, kissing me with so much passion I feel it to the depths of my soul. I purr as his chest hair slides against my nipples once more, sending a shiver throughout my limbs, and once again, I know the exact moment he loses a grip on his control, like when he was eating me alive. His growl turns almost ferocious as he grips around my small frame and flips us, and I discover I’m now on top, mounted above the most beautiful man I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting—let alone make love to.

  And that’s exactly what this is. We’re making love. This isn’t some fast fuck with a stranger. This isn’t some one-night stand to satisfy a basic human need until the next person comes along. This is a soul-deep connection, a heart-healing experience that will live in my blown mind for the rest of my days.

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nbsp; “You’re a fucking goddess,” he breathes, reaching up to trail the back of his knuckles along the underside of my breast, and I shiver, my nipples puckering. I throw my head back and rotate my hips, feeling his cock oscillate against the walls of my pussy.

  I then lean forward, my palms flat on his top abs, my fingers spread wide to feel as much of his masculine flesh as I can. I tilt my hips, rocking back to watch his cock pull out a couple inches before I sink down again, mesmerized by the way he stretches my pussy lips around him.

  Christ.

  “Goddess?” I snort. “I must be a fucking superhero to be able to take all of you,” I breathe, falling forward to rest my forehead on his chest as I raise my hips and glide down once more, whimpering at the fullness.

  And that’s when I feel his huge hands take hold of my ass and lift me effortlessly, holding me several inches above his hips as he rocks up into me, making my eyes cross before I shut them tight and cry out in pleasure.

  “Fuck, I don’t think I can be gentle any longer, sugar. You’re making my control snap, baby,” he rumbles from deep within his chest, and I feel the vibration against my cheek.

  “Then don’t be,” I urge, and I delight in the feel of his fingertips digging into my ass cheeks.

  “You think you can take it?” he asks, his voice teetering between a concerned question and a dare.

  I take a deep breath, keeping my voice steady when I tell him, “Challenge: Accepted.”

  And I swear on my autograph collection, the next thing I know, I see fucking stars.

  Chapter 16

  Curtis

  “CHALLENGE: ACCEPTED,” I hear her reply, her voice calm, if not a little cautious, but that’s all the encouragement I need to lose myself in her depths.

  I grip her firm, round ass in my hands, hovering her above my cock, just the head of me left inside her, and then I fuck up into her, just once at first, testing her reaction. And when I’m gifted with her cry of pleasure, I allow myself to let go of the reins of my control and give in to everything my instincts are demanding me to do.

  I begin pounding up into her, rough but steady strokes, until she braces her hands on either side of my head, her face twisted in immeasurable ecstasy. Her lips are parted as she pants with each of my thrusts, and I glance down, watching her tits bounce as my cock slams into her. The view of her, from her messy hair down to her smooth thighs straddling my hips, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Never have I seen such a beautiful creature mounted above me, and I wonder for a split second how I got so lucky.

  Her pussy grips me like a hot, wet fist, her juices soaking our connection, allowing my steel rod to slide easily with each lift of my hips. I can see my dick shine with slickness with every outward stroke before disappearing into her once again, and I remember the look of awe on her face when she looked at the place where our bodies were joined.

  She’s my own little porn star, shameless in the way she calls out my name, undeniable, real pleasure taking over her every feature. There’s no way anyone could fake the concentration on her face, clearly set on working her way to a blissful finale as I fuck her. Plus, I believed her when she said she doesn’t fake it.

  And I give her my all, pulling out all the stops, using my very best skills to impress her, because I’ve never wanted anything more in my goddamn life than to make this woman melt. To make her fall for me in a way where she can’t live without me. Can’t think of being with any man after me, because no one else will compare to what I give her this fateful perfect night.

  Because no one else will ever compare to her.

  She’s it for me.

  This is the last pussy I ever want for the rest of my days.

  That’s the last fleeting thought I have before my mind is taken over by my physical pleasure. Her fingers dig into my chest as I pound up into her, and I feel her glutes flex in my palms as she starts to mewl. She’s so close. Her breath hitches like it did right before she came in my mouth, and her expression turns almost scared, blissfully so.

  I flip us quickly, keeping up my thrusts so she doesn’t lose her momentum. She was honest with me before, stating it was hard for her to come. And I’m sure most men would puff up their chests and think they were God’s gift with the skills to make it happen with the snap of their cocky fingers.

  Me? Fuck that. I know orgasms aren’t just physical for a woman. If they aren’t in the right state of mind, if their thoughts are elsewhere, they can’t get off. If you don’t stroke them in just the right way, filling their mind with only what you’re doing to them, bringing the perfect pleasure that makes all other thoughts cease to exist, it won’t happen. And I’ll do anything it takes to help her find her release.

  With her once again on her back beneath me, I scoop my left arm under her hips, lifting her at the perfect angle for her pussy to accept every inch of me. My other hand wraps under her back, my forearm between her shoulder blades and my palm circles the delicate nape of her neck. And in this position, we couldn’t be any closer, as my knees draw up, giving me more leverage as I pound into her, my grip around the back of her neck and around her hips keeping her perfectly steady to take all I have to give.

  And finally, her body stiffens for a moment before she screams, “Oh, God! Yes. Yes, fuck!” But I keep going, not letting up on my thundering pace and deep plunges inside her pulsing pussy. I can give her even more than this. One isn’t enough. She deserves more. She deserves everything I can possibly provide her in these moments of pure bliss, when everyone and everything else in the whole world no longer exists. I will keep giving it to her until it’s a physical impossibility.

  She grips my biceps, letting her head hang back in my hold on the back of her neck, staring up into my eyes as I rock into her over and over. I memorize her every feature, never wanting to forget the way she’s looking at me like I hung the fucking stars. And when she gets that slightly frightened look on her face once again, I know I’m about to send her over the edge once again.

  “Why do you look scared when you’re about to come?” I breathe against her ear, feeling her shudder.

  “Be—because,” she whimpers. “I’ve—oooh—never felt anything so… oh, fuck, Curtis!” Her pussy spasms around me, and I have to concentrate on my breathing in order to not come and end this night of ecstasy I wish to last for hours more. “Never felt anything as good as you. You… you build me up so high that it’s scary when I finally reach the peak and it’s time to jump off,” she admits, and doesn’t that make me feel like the King of the fucking world?

  I pick up my pace once again, my cock reaching depths that had hurt her when we first started, but now she clutches at me, wanting me as deep as I can possibly go.

  “Please, Curtis,” she begs, but for what, I’m not sure.

  “What is it, baby?”

  Her eyes are pleading. “Please come. I can’t take anymore. Please.”

  “You want me to come, sugar? I can keep going. Never let this night end,” I promise.

  “Yes, please come,” she hisses, even as another orgasm makes her entire body convulse in my arms, and she cries out, this time weakly.

  “I’ll come for you. I’ll fill you up, give you everything I’ve got if you let me,” I tell her, and she nods vigorously in my grip, and I can’t help but smile.

  But then I close my eyes and rest my forehead between her tits, feeling the soft flesh against my face and I thrust into her at a punishing pace in order to come for her quickly, giving her what she wants.

  She grips me tight with her hands, holding onto me like her life depends on it, and her legs wrap around my back, which she uses to lift herself into my thrusts, and at her determination to participate and give me pleasure, even when she’s purely exhausted, I suddenly go from travelling up that roller coaster hill at a steady pace to shooting up to the top in record speed, growling into her breasts as my hold on her squeezes and I come harder than I ever have in my life. I spill every drop of cum I have directl
y up against the deepest part of her like a soothing balm, hoping it washes away any pain she’s ever felt there. My body shudders, and I groan, falling to the side and taking her with me.

  She collapses half on top of me as she slides into my nook, her head fitting perfectly in the crook of my arm and chest, my cock still semi hard as she disconnects her lower half. I could take her again right now, never having my fill, but the way she begged me to come, confessing she couldn’t take anymore, is all the satisfaction I need for one night.

  I hear her groan, and then she lifts her head up to look at me. “I gotta go clean up,” she murmurs, and I try to pull her back down to snuggle.

  “You just relax. I’ll get you a washcloth,” I say, but she holds firm, shaking her head.

  “That’s super romantic of you, but… I really have to pee. My bladder of steel is about to revolt,” she admits, and I chuckle, letting her go. She gets out of the bed, bending down to grab something out of her purse she’d dropped earlier, and hurries out the bedroom door.

  Chapter 17

  Erin

  I MAKE MY way down the hall and into Emmy’s room, then into her en suite bathroom. I’ve used it ever since she married Dean and is never here, because it’s huge and gorgeous and just… better than the one two doors down from my room. Plus, I need to call my best friend, because I’m starting to minorly freak out at the moment, and I don’t want Curtis to hear me.

  She picks up on the third ring, wide awake even though it’s only close to five in the morning her time on the east coast. “Rin? The hell you doing awake so early on a Saturday?”

  “More like so late. I haven’t been to sleep yet,” I tell her.

  “What?” Her voice is surprised. “I thought you were just going to get a pizza at the store and watch our show last night.”

  I groan, realizing the last time I spoke to her was at the grocery story before I even met Curtis. It feels like so long ago, months, instead of mere hours. “Oh my God, Em, I’m freaking the fuck out. So much has happened. So much. And I only talked to you like—“ I try to math. “—thirteen hours ago or something.” That ratchets my freak-o-meter up a few notches, remembering I’ve only known the man in my bed for less than a day. And it’s not the fact that I slept with him in such a short amount of time that’s making my heart pound and my hands shake. It’s the fact that I opened myself up to him, let him stick his way into my heart like a splinter, where I have doubts I’ll ever be able to tweeze him out.