chapter TWENTY-THREE
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1968
I’ve been looking forward to today all week. For the past few days, Curtis has been teasing me relentlessly. He’s making all sorts of dirty promises that keep my body humming. And now, tonight, I fully intend to make him pay up for all the torment.
The moment he walked in the door after working on the ranch all day, Curtis expected Lorrie to be waiting for him. She had told him in no uncertain terms earlier in the day that he had some responsibilities to take care of when he got home. And she hadn’t been referring to taking out the garbage, either.
Which was the reason he was home a little earlier than usual. He was eager to get to work.
On her.
“Where’re you at, baby?” he called as he tossed his hat on the coffee table.
“In here,” she hollered back.
He followed the sound of her voice toward the bathroom. That was when he noticed that the shower water was on. The door was open a crack, so he pushed it in and stepped inside.
“Curtis!” Lorrie squealed from the other side of the shower curtain. “I’m takin’ a shower.”
“I can see that,” he told her, although he couldn’t actually see anything. Yet. “And now you’re takin’ one with me.”
He quickly disrobed and joined her in the tub, laughing when he saw that she was trying to cover herself. Her hands attempted to shield her most secret parts, but still she spun around so that her back was to him, and he got an unobstructed view of her fabulous ass.
“No sense in coverin’ it up, darlin’. I’ve seen it all.”
It had been nearly two months since he’d gotten back, and he’d spent the first couple of weeks ravishing her every chance he got. Then he had forced himself to slow down, mainly because he’d seen how exhausted Lorrie was. But it didn’t take long for him to realize that she didn’t want him to slow down, and that was the reason he’d started teasing her at every turn.
Sex was fantastic, no doubt about that. But teasing her … tormenting her … building her up so that he knew when he finally gave her what she needed, she would come apart in his arms … that was the best part.
Now, he fully intended to satisfy her in every way.
“Mmm,” he moaned against her neck as he moved her wet hair out of the way. He cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed, bending his knees and sliding his dick along the crease. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“How so?” she asked, her voice rough with arousal.
Another thing about Lorrie that he’d learned in recent weeks was that she loved when he talked to her during sex. The dirtier his mouth, the hotter she seemed to burn.
Standing up straight, he rocked his hips, grinding his rigid erection against the smooth skin of her back while he reached around and cupped her breasts.
“Lean back against me,” he instructed.
She did without question, which made him smile.
“Have I told you how fucking nice your tits are?”
Lorrie shook her head.
Curtis pinched her nipples gently, enjoying the soft moans that came from her as he did. “They’re fucking fantastic.”
He continued to fondle her, enjoying the way she hissed when he rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging on them. She was so damn sexy he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Turn around,” he instructed, reluctantly letting go of her.
Lorrie slowly pivoted so that she was facing him, and Curtis resituated them so that she was up against the wall. He picked up where he’d left off, tweaking her nipples, watching his fingers as he did. Her pale skin was a stark contrast against his sun-bronzed hands, and for some reason, watching made his dick throb incessantly. She seemed to be just as captivated by what he was doing, her chest heaving as her breaths grew more rapid.
“You like that?”
Lorrie met his gaze. “Yes.”
“You like it when I put my mouth on them?”
She nodded.
“Tell me.”
“Yes.”
Leaning down, Curtis sucked one distended nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
Her hands went to his hair, holding him to her as he feasted on her, his other hand sliding down between her thighs, over the downy-soft hair. Lorrie’s legs widened as he dipped his finger between her pussy lips, gently caressing her clitoris. She was wet already, and he knew it had nothing to do with the shower.
He continued to fondle her slowly as he stood up and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her hard, but never hurried his movements, wanting to bring her to the brink but not send her over. Not yet, anyway.
Trailing his lips over her cheek, he then nibbled on her earlobe, groaning as he dipped his finger inside her, fucking her slowly.
“You like that, don’t you? You like when I finger your pussy?”
Her sharp inhale was his answer.
Anticipating her reaction, Curtis removed his fingers, then took a step back beneath the water before reaching for the shampoo. Pretending that he hadn’t left her hanging, he proceeded to wash his hair. When he opened his eyes and met her gaze, he laughed.
She frowned.
“Don’t worry, darlin’,” he said sympathetically, grabbing the bar of soap and swiping it over his body, spending an extra few seconds stroking his erection while he watched her. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Wasn’t long before her frown disappeared and arousal returned to her expression as she watched him masturbate slowly.
“You like watching me, don’t you?” He gripped his shaft tighter, stroking slow and easy. He didn’t stop, and Lorrie didn’t take her eyes off his hand working his dick.
“I like when you watch,” he said gruffly, letting the water rinse the soap from his body. He took a step closer. “But what I’d like even more would be for those pretty lips to be wrapped around me.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t shy away from him. Although they’d gotten the sex part down, Curtis had opted to go slow with her when it came to all of the other extracurricular activities. There were so many things he intended to experience with her, but he knew that going slow was key.
“Get on your knees for me,” he instructed, keeping his tone soft but firm.
That was another thing he’d found out about Lorrie; she liked when he took charge.
Curtis continued to stroke himself, watching as she eased down to her knees before him. He cupped the back of her head, continuing to watch her face as he stroked his dick, then stepped closer to her.
“Give me your hand,” he said.
Lorrie’s wide eyes shot up to his face momentarily, but then she held out her hand. He took her wrist, then placed her fingers around the rigid length of his erection, sucking in a breath when she touched him. Guiding her hand slowly, he continued to watch.
“That’s it. Feels so good.” He looked at her face again. “I love when you touch me. I’m sure I could come from your hand alone.”
Not that he intended to.
He waited until she was doing most of the work herself, fisting his dick, slowly working her hand up and down his length. When she’d ratcheted his blood pressure up a few notches, he said, “Now use that pretty little tongue and lick me.”
Without meeting his gaze this time, Lorrie leaned forward. He could tell she was hesitant, but she was also curious. Up to this point, he hadn’t attempted to put his dick in her mouth, choosing instead to find a million ways to pleasure her. Not that he hadn’t thought about it, but in the back of his mind, there had always been a niggling feeling that stopped him. There was the risk that she would find the act too crude, that she might turn him away and be disgusted by him, but so far, she hadn’t balked at anything he’d done to her, so it was a risk he was willing to take.
Lorrie’s tongue darted out past her lips, swiping the crown briefly. He hissed again, making sure she heard what she did to him. As he continued to cup her head, he urged her forward a little. “Don’t stop.”
She dropped her hand from around his shaft, then slowly worked him with her tongue. Using his own fist, he guided his dick where he wanted it, moaning as she lapped at him like an ice cream cone.
“Now put those pretty lips around me, baby,” he instructed gruffly.
Her eyes lifted again, uncertainty in her gaze this time.
Curtis didn’t want to force her, knowing she would eventually relent, but he wanted her to work out the battle in her head. He knew she’d read books, because she’d told him she had, but he wasn’t sure exactly how far those stories had gone.
“Fuck,” he groaned loud and long when she wrapped her sweet mouth around him, her tongue working him as she sucked. “Oh, God, baby, that’s good. Oh, yes. Fuck.”
With his hand on the back of her head, the more she moved, the more she sucked, the more difficult it was for him not to urge her forward, getting her to take more of him into her mouth.
She was perfection, the way she licked and slurped and moaned as though this was as much for her as it was for him.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he growled. He couldn’t take much more, and he wasn’t quite ready to be done yet.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of her mouth, then reached for her, helping her to her feet before crushing his lips to hers. He kissed her long and hard, pushing her up against the tiled wall. He was at his breaking point. This woman, so damn sweet and eager, made him burn so fucking hot sometimes he didn’t think he’d survive it.
Pulling back, he smiled at her as he brushed her wet hair out of her face.
“Your turn,” he said urgently, making sure she saw his wicked grin.
The water grew cold, and Curtis turned off the shower, dried them both, and returned to the bedroom before Lorrie even processed what had happened in the shower. It had been … surprisingly enjoyable? Dirty hot?
Both?
Whatever it was, she had been completely surprised, but more so turned on by what Curtis had had her do. Again, she wasn’t necessarily a prude, but she didn’t have any experience, either. Nothing other than what Curtis had taught her thus far and that … putting his erection in her mouth…
She wasn’t sure what to think about it other than she had enjoyed it. The way he’d moaned when she’d moved her tongue or applied a little more suction… That was the hot part. She’d been startlingly aroused by his reaction to what she was doing to him. It again gave her that sense of empowerment.
“Sit,” Curtis said, pulling her from her pornographic thoughts.
Lorrie sat.
“What are you doing?” she asked when he kneeled on the floor before her, shouldering his way between her thighs.
“It’s my turn to taste.”
Curtis put a hand on her chest and urged her back. Catching herself on her elbows, Lorrie remained propped up, still completely naked as she watched him. Though she wasn’t entirely comfortable with being naked because of her own body image issues, she couldn’t deny that Curtis always made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
Her breath lodged in her throat the same way it always did when he touched her. So when he used his thumbs to open her lower lips, she felt a blush wash over her. She was partly embarrassed, partly turned on. Apparently more of the latter, because she didn’t move to stop him.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t done this before, using his tongue down there to pleasure her, but usually these things only happened when the bedroom was dark. The sun was still up, the room bright, so she could see every single thing he did.
“Curtis,” she cried out when he lashed her with his tongue, sliding through her slit. She automatically bucked her hips, but he gripped her thighs and held her down, his mouth doing wondrous things to her.
Before long, her body was humming, and she was squirming relentlessly, trying to get to that pivotal point where she would be catapulted into bliss. He released one leg, his hand falling from sight, and then she felt his fingers work their way inside her. It only took a few thrusts with those skilled fingers and a few more licks by that devilish tongue before she was rocketing skyward, her body and her mind separating as pleasure assaulted her.
It was too much; she didn’t know how people endured that much pleasure.
She must have recovered, because when the room came back into focus, Curtis was hovering over her on the bed, his grin wide.
“Have I mentioned how much I love watching you come apart?”
She shook her head but smiled back at him.
His smirk was replaced with something that resembled desperation as he eased between her thighs, his erection pressing against her sensitive flesh. Needing more of him and not willing to see if he intended to torment her any longer, Lorrie took matters into her own hands. Reaching between them, she guided him to her, then pulled his hips, forcing him inside.
“Lorrie,” he breathed roughly, his head falling down to her shoulder as he held himself above her on his forearms. “Oh, God, baby. I love being inside you. So tight. So wet. So … perfect.”
He began working his hips, sliding inside, the friction sending electrical pulses through her body. She loved the way he looked above her, his muscles flexing as he slowly penetrated her over and over.
“Such a sweet pussy,” he mumbled. “I wanna spend the rest of my life right here.”
She loved his dirty mouth, loved how he seemed to ramble incoherently. She hung on every word, every stroke, every exquisite sensation.
Curtis’s hips slammed forward, and then he shifted, gripping her hips and changing their position so that her bottom was lifted and he was impaling her roughly. He seemed transfixed by the spot where their bodies were joined, and she continued to watch him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her, driving her higher, these sensations new, different. Better.
It was as though he was losing control, taking her, owning her.
“Curtis! Yes… Curtis!” Another more powerful orgasm slammed through her, once again leaving her mind numb and her body sated. She clutched the sheets in her fist, never looking away from him, her body continuing to hum as he worked his way to completion, his hips driving forward, then back, over and over, before roaring as he filled her.
And while she worked on getting her breathing back to normal, she couldn’t help but wonder when they would be doing that again.