Softail Curves II (7 page)

I moaned as Dutch settled between my legs and began eating my pussy slowly and gently.
The sensations were delicate yet intense. I could already feel my pent up need gathering in my core in anticipation of release but Dutch could take all night if he wanted. It felt wonderful. His hands caressed my body from nylon covered legs and hips to my naked torso and soft, heavy breasts. I luxuriated in the exquisite feelings.

“That feels so good, daddy,” I moaned.
Dutch looked up from his task and smiled at me with his eyes. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, warm and strong against my sensitive flesh. His strong, calloused hands kneaded my body reminding me that he dearly loved my curves. Inside, the fire grew. My hips churned as Dutch ever so slowly built in speed and pressure. I was desperate but not too desperate to enjoy the journey.

Then one of Dutch’s hand
s disappeared between my thighs. His lips and tongue concentrated on my clit as a finger slipped inside and found that special spot. He firmly rubbed the wall of my pussy as he sucked at my clit. The need built, the crescendo nearing. I panted and moaned, my hips rocking, as Dutch took me to the edge. I tensed. Would he leave me there wanting or would he let me sink into bliss?

For a moment, I wasn’t sure.
He sensed my need, how close I was, and he slowed ever so slightly. I begged him with my eyes but he only smiled back. I decided he was going to tease me and as if he could read my mind, Dutch sent me over the edge instead. I gasped as the wave crested and I was overwhelmed by a blinding, pulsing moment of release. I wanted to cry out, but the climax seized me in its grip and would not let go. Finally, the rapture subsided and I screamed as my fingers dug into Dutch’s black bedspread.

“Oh my fucking lord!” I shouted as another orgasm equal to the first hit m
e like a Mack truck. I arched my back and held onto the bedspread for dear life as the pleasure consumed me. Dutch’s tongue lashed at my clit and his finger pumped into my pussy rubbing that wondrous spot. I was quickly losing control as the orgasms washed over me, one barely subsiding before the next swept me up in its wake. Dutch now had two fingers in me and was concentrating on that special spot inside.

I could barely catch my breath, screaming no longer possible.
I shuddered and gasped for breath, every muscle in my body clenched as everything seemed to pause and the tension built within. For a moment, I wasn’t sure what was happening. Then I shrieked as Dutch lifted his head and moved to the side and I exploded. I sent forth a stream of musky-sweet liquid with a force I couldn’t believe. I watched as an utterly amazing sense of relief washed over me and then the stream of my juices died away. I finally relaxed and began to laugh.

“What the fuck?” I cried out.
Dutch climbed onto me and kissed me. I greedily sucked on his tongue and wrapped him up in my arms. I was shaking and all but hyperventilating as he explored my mouth with his tongue. Then he lifted his head and cocked an eyebrow.

“Like that?” he asked.
I giggled and nodded.

“Oh my God.
I didn’t know I could do that,” I said. Dutch looked at me with those sexy blue eyes as he slid his cock into me. He wrapped an arm behind my neck and squeezed my breast with the other hand.

“Now that you’re all warmed up...,” he said as his cock began slowly
to thrust into me. I could already feel the next orgasm coming as Dutch held me tightly and fucked me. I was already panting, right back where I was before but Dutch kept things slow and let it build. His eyes remained locked on mine the entire time. The intolerable pleasure built up inside me begging to be let free. My hips met each slow but forceful thrust as I sought release.

“Make me come, daddy.
I want to come all over your cock,” I whimpered. I was shaking as I neared the Promised Land but Dutch continued his slow but steady pace. I was in the eye of the tempest, a temporary calm that would soon give way to madness and I was desperate for it. I could feel it, just beyond my reach. Just a little faster, a little harder. “Please, daddy, please,” I pleaded. Again, a moment passed and then Dutch went into overdrive.

His hips began to pound me with a force I’d rarely felt.
My body shook and quaked with each thrust and suddenly ripples of ecstasy coursed through me. I dug my nails into Dutch’s back and wrapped my legs around him as I cried out with unabashed abandon. Every thrust brought a cry from my lips and sent another wave of deep pleasure through me. I didn’t know when one orgasm stopped and the next began.

Dutch seemed to have no limit to his endurance and finally, I just buried my face against his neck and screamed.
Moments, hours or days might have passed. I was ravaged by pleasure, unable to even comprehend it all but feeling the deep and utter satisfaction it brought. Then Dutch grunted. I looked up at him and with the last of my strength, I said, “Come inside me, daddy,” and then pulled his lips to mine and slipped my tongue into his mouth.

Dutch eagerly sucked my tongue as his cock swelled, surged and then filled me with his seed.
The warmth flowed through me as the final shattering climax finally let me go. Dutch grunted and growled through clenched teeth, his cock pumped more and more of his orgasm into me and I felt it begin to leak down between my round ass cheeks. Finally, he was finished, his heartbeat throbbing within me. We lay there, spent and panting. I let my head fall to the bed and began to laugh.

Dutch stroked my hair and
brushed his lips and rough cheeks against my face. He joined me, the emotion getting the best of us. He laughed softly and I squeezed his ass and drew my nails gently up and down his back. Suddenly, Dutch lifted his head. His blue eyes were intense as he looked into mine. I could see the wheels turning in his head. Then he said it. The words that would change everything. “Shauna, I love you. Will you marry me?” Dutch asked and the room began to spin.

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“Do you enjoy teasing me to get me angry?” I asked tersely ignoring the excitement between my thighs. His face went serious as he hooked his leather boot around the leg of my chair and slid it across the tile floor towards him. I grabbed the seat to keep from tumbling to the floor. James leaned close and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“I’m going to enjoy so much more than teasing you,” he said in a low whisper as his hand found my bare knee and worked its way under the hem of my skirt. I sighed despite myself as this man, this agonizing, abrasive man, touched me and I suddenly wanted him never to stop. His hand squeezed my inner thigh, just short of my panties, and he kissed me ever so softly. For a moment, there was nothing but his lips and his hand but after the initial shock wore off, my defenses kicked in.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as I pulled away and pushed his hand from my leg. I wanted him to kiss me again and touch more than my thigh but I was scared. I’d never felt the way I did as he touched me. My heart felt as if it might beat right out of my chest and my panties were surely soaked. James laughed softly.

“Yeah, I do like your fiery side. You come off as some innocent farm girl from the sticks but I know there’s more inside. I can sense you’re just aching to let loose and I’m the man that’s going to set you free, little girl,” he said as he pushed my chair away to where it belonged.
I was pissed or turned on beyond belief, I wasn’t sure which.

“I’m not some groupie. You can’t just assume I’m going to jump into bed with you. I’m not attracted to men like you. I’m not some whore that will just peel her clothes off and submit to the egomaniac rock star. And stop calling me little girl,” I replied as sternly as I could muster but every word was a lie. Against my nature, contrary to everything I believed about myself, I wanted nothing more than to be nude for James and let him have his way with me. I was dying to let loose and do things with James I’d never even dared to dream of before. I did want to be his whore and do anything he asked. Nevertheless, I wasn’t ready for that and it was as if James could read my mind.

“You’re not ready...not yet. Nevertheless, inside you’re all those things. I can see past your prim and proper exterior. I’m going to bring out your wild side, little girl. Mark my words,” he said ignoring my request and everything else that I’d said. I was hot, flushed and my breathing was fast and ragged. I wanted it to be anger. I wanted to hate him, to slap his face and walk out of the restaurant. However, it wasn’t anger and I didn’t leave. Thankfully, the chef walked in and I never had to find out if I had any self-control left at my disposal.

About the Author

D. H. Cameron enjoys writing stories with a heart and a little, or a lot, of erotic sizzle.  Ms. Cameron also writes fantasy under another pen name.  Besides writing, Ms. Cameron enjoys music, specifically hard rock and heavy metal, cooking, clothes and photography.  Ms. Cameron is happily married with two wonderful children.  Home, where Ms. Cameron writes full time, is in Nevada.

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This is a work of fiction intended for mature adults. Names, characters, places and events are purely the imagination of the author. Any
resemblance to actual places, events and/or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.