Christa Wick: Sexting Curves

"Baby, you say you want me to touch you, but then your head goes somewhere else." His fingers dipped down, one calloused tip tracing the perimeter of my cunt before pushing inside. He retreated, pushed two fingers in and groaned as my muscles constricted around the intrusion. "I want your head back here, in this room, on this bed, my hand exploring this deliciously tight hole."

His fingers slowly pushed in and out while his thumb pressed against the pearl of my clit.

In.

Out.

The tension mounted and retreated until I almost forgot myself. His gaze drew me back to reality as he soaked in every squirming push of my bottom against the mattress and roll of flesh as my hips ran snug circles.

He could sweet talk all he wanted but I knew — whatever fueled his lust would evaporate. I had this one night and could not hope for more. Stretching my arm, I hooked the top band of his ACU pants. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, my face a few inches from his stomach as I looked up his long torso.

Biting at my lip, I started to unbuckle his belt. He reached down, tugged his t-shirt free and peeled it off his body. Showing as much patience as he had with my panties in the end, he reached down and popped the buttons on his fly. Balancing on one leg, he stripped one boot off, switched legs and stripped the other away. Next, he pushed the trousers down his legs and kicked them to the side.

His hands returned to cover the front of his underwear. I tugged at his wrists, but he was too strong to budge.

"Please, Logan. I want to see it…touch it." I stopped, licked at my bottom lip and looked up to find him smiling down at me.

He eased his hands to his hips, teasing me with the stark outline of his erection beneath the white fabric. Seeing the head crest above the top band of his underwear, a fresh burst of saliva flooded my mouth.

A pass of his hand pushed the head back under the band. His cock angled off to the side, its broad arrowhead pressed against his hip bone. He tugged just one side of the underwear down, the fabric bunching up against the unyielding length of his cock.

My gaze traced its borders. He was a huge fucking tease. Huge.

"It's bigger than that little toy you like to play with, baby girl."

Mesmerized, I nodded as my hands reached for his waistband. This time he didn't stop me. I pulled the fabric lower. His cock sprang free. Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, I leaned forward and sucked the head into my mouth. Groaning, he grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to pull me off.

I shook my head free, my mouth gliding down half his length. There was no way I could swallow more, not without a lot of practice and technique, so I bobbed back up then back down to the middle.

Releasing my hair, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto my back. "Baby, tonight it's for fucking, not sucking."

He crawled onto the bed. Stretching alongside me, he kissed me again and our tongues started a slow dance. His fingertips glazed my skin, the contact so light it was more like a memory than actual touching. The kiss grew in intensity. My body lifted wherever his fingers landed. His touched skipped all over, caressing my inner thighs, pinching my nipples, whispering along the inside bend of my elbow then the back of my knee. Moaning into his mouth, I contorted along the bed, twitching and creaming.

Without warning, he flipped me onto my stomach then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto my knees. I heard the nightstand drawer slide open and the crinkle of a foil wrapper being torn. Looking in the mirror, I saw his hand reach back into the drawer and pull out a small bottle. He popped the cap and let the clear fluid drip onto the condom he'd just sheathed his cock with.

Head bobbing with anticipation, I took a ragged breath in. He was going to fuck me now and it didn't look like he was going to start with my pussy.

Everything I had texted, every last thing…

My pussy knotted enviously as he planted one foot along the bed and reared up behind me. He ran his slick fingers over the nervous quiver of my ass. His gaze intensely focused on mine in the mirror, he pushed one finger into my anus. His other hand cupped my mound, my clit sliding between my labia as he kneaded the thick folds.

He worked a second finger into my ass to match the two at my clit. Logan rubbed and softly plundered until he had me pushed flush against another climax, where he kept me hanging until I begged him.

"More…oh, please…Logan."

"More, baby?" He stroked the thick shaft of his dick between my ass cheeks.

I nodded, my pussy drooling onto the bedspread beneath me.

One hand holding his cock steady, Logan started a slow push. I gasped. I thought I knew what penetration was but my little blue dildo wasn't even half the circumference of his cock. A quarter of the head in, my ass straining wide, he pulled back. He repeated the motion half a dozen times, never letting me fully envelop the head.

On the eighth push, the tip sank all the way in. My ass muscles locked around it as I bit out a moan.

He laughed softly, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "Baby, give it back."

A wild shake of my head denied his request. "Deeper."

A shiver ran over Logan's reflection. He anchored his hands on my full hips. Leaning forward, he slowly drew me closer, forcing his cock half its full length inside me before he retreated again. The head's thick bottom flare tugged at my sphincter. I shuddered and rolled my hips as Logan sank hard and fast all the way into my ass.

Completely topped off, my entire body blared with need. My nipples brushed the bedspread, a sharp cry escaping at the sudden contact. Logan stretched forward, his hands gripping my shoulders as I started to twitch. Massaging my muscles, he slowly worked his way down my back.

Shifting his weight, he pulled me with him as he settled on his ass, one foot still planted on the floor. I sat upright, all my considerable weight impaled on his big cock. He positioned my lower body, pushed my right leg so it rested along his, my calf and foot hanging over the mattress but not reaching the floor. His left hand on my breast, he forced me to lean back against his chest. His right hand surfed across my stomach then dipped south.

I watched as he peeled my labia back. My clit pulsed up, relaxed, pulsed again as it danced with arousal. He placed a finger flat along each side of the thick nub, making a V. He moved the V up and down.

Pure heaven!

"I'm going to pound this luscious ass tomorrow, baby." A line of kisses fell across my shoulder. "But for the next few minutes, you're in the driver's seat."

He could not have been more wrong. I wasn't steering this thing between us. Not even for a second. It was the V of his fingers and the hand teasing my tit, squeezing the flesh and then tugging at the nipple while his mouth moved along my shoulder and neck. His touch drove the desperate grind of my hips, pulling the oxygen through my lungs as I tried to move up and down his thick shaft.

Drowning beneath the waves of another climax, his dirty, sweet whispers forced me to stay under.

"So fucking tight, Lily. I can feel your pulse against my cock."

He rubbed his fingers harder along the sides of my clit, the hood sliding up and down. I canted my hips forward, giving him a few inches of space so that he could thrust his cock. He pistoned inside me while his hands worked my breast and clit achingly slower.

"Logan…oh…yes…" Cunt pulsing, cream dripped down my perineum to wet his balls. "I'm…fuck…oh…"

His hand came down in an opened palm smack against the sensitive flesh of my labia and exposed clit.

Oh, fuck. Fuck yes!

I bit down on a scream and he slapped the flesh again. Everything on me tightened, my nipples drew tauter, my pussy and ass squeezed. The air froze in my lungs until he smacked me a third time.