Now, she was grateful she had.
“You ripped my panties.”
He gave the bit of material now lying on the floor a disparaging look. “I hate those things. Just another layer of clothing that hides you from me. If you’re in a skirt or dress I want to be able to bend you over whatever piece of furniture is close and take you. To push you up against a wall and lick and suck your pussy until you scream as you come. I want access to you when I want. How I want.”
She didn’t wear many skirts, tonight had been a rarity, but she thought, perhaps, she’d be doing some shopping very soon.
He ran a finger over the top of her mound. “Very nice.”
More approval. That starved part of her sat up and took notice. From the way his gaze narrowed, she thought he might be aware of how much his praise meant to her.
“You’re beautiful, Jenna.”
“I’m not. I’m short and chubby.”
He snorted. “I don’t know why women think they have to be tall and willowy. That might be what some men like, but, personally, I like curves. Sweet, sweet curves.” And as he studied her with admiration, she believed him.
“I want to look at you. Pull your legs apart and raise them. Hold them back.”
Oh, hell.
She hesitated for a moment, and he gave her a firm look.
Time to be brave, Jenna. You wanted this. You knew who he was before you got into this.
She pulled her legs back, knowing he could see everything. She was completely vulnerable, and if it had been anyone but Curt there was no way she could have done this.
He drew the lips of her pussy apart, as though inspecting her. She almost forgot to breathe as he ran a finger over her inner lips, down and up, circling her clit. He drew his finger to his mouth and sucked.
A low sound escaped from her as shock filled her. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and pinning her with a look so hot her pulse raced.
“Delicious.”
Oh, fuck. She was so out of her depth it wasn’t funny. But there was no way she was turning back. No way in hell.
“Keep those legs where they are. I want to explore.”
Explore? He didn’t mean . . . As he laid down and took a long lick of her juices, she groaned. Yep, he meant just that. He spread her lips apart and feasted. Driving his tongue inside her, before flicking at her swollen clit. He played, he teased, never quite giving her enough to send her crashing over. Then he pushed two fingers deep, and she cried out as he firmly tapped her clit. He drove his fingers in and out until she fell over into bliss, screaming out his name. Shudders rocked her as she lay, gasping for breath. He kissed her mound gently, as though attempting to help her calm down.
“Curt. Curt.”
“Easy, baby. You’re safe. I’m here.”
It was almost too much. The sensations rocking her so powerful and all-consuming, like nothing she’d felt before. While she was still trying to recover from the most explosive orgasm she’d ever experienced, he prodded her asshole with his wet finger. Jenna dropped her legs in shock, trying to close him out.
He stilled then stared up at her.
“Has anyone ever taken you here, Jenna?”
“N-no.” She’d dreamed about it, seen some anal play at the club, but no one had ever touched her there. He drew his fingers away, and she bit her lip, upset. She’d disappointed him.
“We’ll save that for another day,” he promised. “Damn, sweetheart, I want to pick you up and carry you around with me, keeping you safe, but at the same time I want to ravage you until you scream and beg, calling my name.”
“I’ll take number two,” she told him.
He chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. That is exactly what you’re going to get.”
What was going on with him? He didn’t usually talk this much during sex. But then, when was the last time he’d fucked anyone who actually meant something to him? A long time ago. Amelia. Before he’d realized her true colors.