His Curvy Woman (Curvy Women Wanted Book 5)(5)
Tucking some hair behind her ears, she found herself relaxing. “What else does she do?”
“Cleans my apartment, puts food in my fridge and freezer. The other day I swear she turned my bed down and put Snuggles there.”
“Snuggles?”
“It was a teddy bear I had when I was a kid. It went missing, but it would seem she found it.”
“Your mother sounds like fun,” she said.
“Not all the time. We’re making up for a lot of bad history.”
Licking her dry lips again, she pushed her hands into the pocket of her jeans. “I want to be honest with you.”
“Then be honest. I told you, I won’t judge you about anything.” He leaned against the arm of the sofa, his inked arms on full display showing off his defined muscles.
“Sex.”
“Wow, you really don’t beat around the bush. I usually offer dinner first.”
She swallowed, trying to control her nerves. “I don’t like it.”
He didn’t say anything, and she stared him in the eye. “You don’t like sex?” he asked.
Taking a deep breath, she figured she should just get it over with. “I’ve never been good at the whole sex thing. It can be quite dirty, and then there’s the condoms, and they feel gross. Not to mention the kissing thing, and I’ve never had that … urge to share much with anyone else. I’m quite tense, and sex, it is painful, and not fun at all. I really am not a good candidate to have sex, and right now I am sounding more and more uptight, aren’t I?”
You’re ruining this.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?” he asked.
“What? Of course I have.”
“No, I mean a good one. The kind of orgasm that makes your toes curl, and you know you would do everything and anything to have that feeling again.” He stood and moved toward her. Her nipples were so tight they were painful. Her pussy went slick, and she struggled to think straight.
She had never been so aroused before in her life.
“From the look on your face, I’m going to vote a no on that. Do you touch yourself?” he asked.
“You can’t ask me things like that.”
“I can ask you whatever I need to, Trixie,” he said. “Have you touched yourself? Touched your clit, or slid your fingers inside yourself, and found how wet you are?”
She shook her head.
“Have you come from your fingers?”
“Yes.”
“Has it made you want to scream? To beg for more?”
“No. It has always been nice.”
Ace cupped her neck and tilted her head back. “I want you to trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“Good. Take off your clothes,” he said, stepping away.
She didn’t know what to do, and her eyes widened as he began to remove his own clothes. “What are you doing?”
“You’re going to get naked, and so am I. You’re thirty years old, Trixie. You need to know what it’s like to have a mind-shattering orgasm, and seeing as no one else is willing to give it to you, I’m going to be the one to show you.”
His shirt was gone, followed by his pants. He wore a pair of boxer briefs that were black with a thick band at the top. The hard length of his cock pressed against the front of his pants.
“Or do you want me to get dressed and take you home?”
No, that was the last thing she wanted. For once, she wanted to know what the big deal was. Why men and women chased after sex as if it was some kind of addiction. She had waited long enough, and she wasn’t about to wait another second.
Chapter Three
Every inch of flesh that she revealed turned Ace on even more. She was so fucking beautiful. His cock was already leaking pre-cum, and he imagined there was a stain in his boxers. All he wanted to do was touch his cock, but he held off as she removed her clothes. She lifted the shirt over her head, displaying the vines he’d inked up her hip. Her rounded stomach pressed out as she lifted her shirt up, and she did an odd bend to remove it. The white lace bra looked totally out of place against her inked skin. She didn’t look at him as she popped the button on her pants, and wriggled them down her hips. Her sneakers were kicked off to the side, and she stood before him in a matching set of white lace.
His mouth watered as he took in her curvy as sin figure. Her tits were so large, and pressing against the white lace he saw the red tips. The panties also hid a great deal. He couldn’t make out if she was bare or had a light dusting of curls.
“Come here,” he said, crooking his finger.
She came without argument, stepping toward him. Her hands moved out to touch his shoulders, and she flung her red hair over one side. Her skin was so pale, the ink seemed to brighten even more on her skin.