Page 10 of Curvy Cabin Fever

MORGAN

A ria is so sexy, I can’t stop staring at her, and she’s squirming beneath my gaze. Damien fucked off earlier for a shower, making comments about Aria joining him, but she stayed with me and watched the movie.

Go me.

I couldn’t even tell you what movie it is. Some rom-com I chose for Aria, delighting in her little gasps of laughter as it went on. It’s nearing the end now, and she’s making noises about having a shower.

“Maybe I should have joined Damien,” she jokes, rising to her feet.

This is it, my moment.

“Why? I have the biggest bathroom in the cabin,” I say quickly as her eyes grow wide, pupils dilating at my words. “And, I need a shower. Ideally, a cold one.”

Aria stares at me, and I can see that she’s trying to work out if I’m being serious. So, to prove that I am, I lean forward and let my fingers brush against hers.

“Come on, shower with me.”

Aria’s cheeks flush a deep pink as her eyes dart toward Damien’s room, and I smile softly.

“He won’t mind.”

I don’t care if he does, to be honest, but if he did, he should’ve carried her, caveman-style, to his room. I step closer and run my fingers down her cheek, her eyes fluttering shut as she inhales sharply.

“Morgan,” she breathes my name, and I close my eyes, letting her voice wash over me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this about someone. Where their touch, their voice, everything, speaks to my soul.

So fucking long.

“Yeah?” My voice is husky and filled with longing for this woman I’ve barely known for forty-eight hours. That one of my best friends fucked less than twenty-four hours ago.

I don’t care.

I would bury my face between her legs and drink his come if I had to, just to taste her.

“Are you sure? I don’t even know you guys, and I swear I’m not like this…” Her voice trails off when my teeth sink into my bottom lip, hard, as I exhale heavily.

“But do you want it?” I ask, dipping my head close.

So fucking close.

My dick is throbbing .

“It?” Aria whispers, her eyes fixated on my mouth.

This woman, I swear to god.

“This,” I comment, waving a hand between us. “Do you want this?”

Aria barely nods before I lift her into my arms. My muscles tighten beneath her welcome weight, and damn, if there isn’t something insanely sexy about a woman you can hold and feel in your arms like this. Her lips crush against mine, and her legs wrap around me.

Her tongue dives into my mouth, and I moan, letting her know how fucking good she tastes, how welcome this is.

Aria melts against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she grinds against my stomach. She’s desperate for friction, for more.

And Lord, I want to give it to her.

I tighten my grip on her ass, savoring the feel of her insane curves in my hands, and stride toward my room. The door swings open with a quick shove of my foot before I press her back against the wall.

Her breath stutters when I pull my lips from hers, trailing down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

“Morgan,” she breathes, her voice shaky.

“I got you, sweetheart,” I murmur, loving that she’s in my fucking arms.

One of my hands slips beneath Damien’s shirt—the one she’s still wearing—and fuck, she’s not wearing anything underneath.

I growl, my head falling forward against her shoulder. “Fucking take this off. In here, you’re mine, and mine alone.”

She laughs, but it’s breathless, needy.

“Shower,” she whispers, her fingers threading into my hair, tugging lightly.

Right. Shower.

I tear myself away from her just enough to move toward the ensuite, setting her down on the cool tile floor. She wobbles, still drunk on our kiss—on us —and I steady her with my hands on her hips.

The bathroom fills with steam as I turn the water on, the glass shower doors fogging up instantly.

When I turn back to her, she’s watching me, biting her lip.

I reach for the hem of his shirt, dragging it up inch by inch, waiting for her to stop me.

She doesn’t.

Her breath shudders out as I pull it over her head, leaving her bare to me.

My dick aches at the sight of her. She’s fucking stunning . Those curves, her soft skin, her magnificent fucking breasts. It’s all too much.

Aria shifts under my gaze, her arms twitching like she’s about to cover herself—and hell no.

I catch her wrists, holding them at her sides.

“Don’t,” I murmur. “Let me look at you.”

Her lips part, her cheeks burning, but she lets me.

I swear, this woman is going to ruin me.

I release her wrists, reaching for the hem of my shirt instead. I rip it off, relishing the way her eyes drop to my chest.

“Like what you see?” I smirk, stepping closer, forcing her to look up at me.

Aria swallows hard, but she doesn’t look away. “Yeah.”

Good.

I curl a hand around her neck, guiding her into the shower with me.

The hot water crashes over us, soaking our skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat between us.

Her hair is almost black beneath the cascading water, and I attack her mouth, needing to taste her again.

My dick presses against her stomach, and she reaches down, surprising me.

Her fingers slide around the base of my dick, and I can’t help but moan.

She knows exactly what she’s doing, and to my utter fucking astonishment, she drops to her knees.

“Aria, hey, you don’t have to do that,” I whisper, my hands moving to her head as she stares up at me, her rosebud lips parting so her tongue can flicker against my dick. “Fuck!”

I won’t stop her if she wants to do this.

Let her fucking drink from the valley of Morgan.

I’m here for it. Her lips slide over the head next, and she sucks hard, making me grit my teeth and grip her hair.

The sight of Aria on her knees, covered in water, steam surrounding us, her breasts jiggling as she bobs her head up and down, is enough to make me shoot my load here and now.

“Aria…” I say, fingers curling in her hair as she takes me into her mouth slowly, her tongue flickering against my shaft as my head falls forward, my mouth open.

I’m panting like a fucking dog, wishing she would stop just so I could do this for her, to her.

She moans against my dick, and I stare at her, watching as she devours me like I’m her favorite meal. Then she splays her palms and fingers across my stomach; her eyes closed against the stream of water as she relinquishes control to me.

I thrust my hips slowly at first, but her hands move to grip my hips, making me go faster.

“Fuck, Aria,” I mutter as I increase my pace, my hips and her hands moving at the same speed, the sound of her gagging on my dick enough to send me out of my mind.

She moans again, sending vibrations through my dick as I tense, feeling my balls tighten.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, fucking her mouth and throat so hard I should apologize, but my come fills her throat, and she swallows it down like she’s thirsty, so fucking thirsty . A ringing fills my ears, and I groan, still sending spurts of ecstasy into her greedy mouth.

I stare down as she swipes her tongue all over my dick, cleaning it thoroughly before the water takes over. I help her to her feet, staring at her like the goddess she is, and then it’s my turn.

“Wait, what—” Aria says as I fall to my knees, parting her legs.

I can smell her arousal from here, and my mouth fills with saliva, greedy for her taste. The water hits my back as I lift her leg onto my shoulder, and Aria furiously tries to stop me.

“Morgan, please don’t look at me from down there,” she pleads, her voice deep and raspy from letting me throat fuck her. “It’s not a good angle!” She sounds desperate, begging almost.

“Aria,” I growl, my mouth close to her gleaming pussy, slick with her wanting. “I love your body. Do you hear me? So yes, I will look at you from this and every other fucking angle. Got it?”

Before she can respond, I slam my mouth against her pussy, moaning as her delicious, musky taste hits my tongue. I lose my mind, feasting on her like a man starved—which I suppose I am. My tongue flattens against her pussy lips, stroking up and down until she’s moaning and bucking her hips.

“Good girl,” I remark, running my hand up and down her thigh as she clenches around me. “Your body is meant to be worshipped.”

“Morgan!” she gasps, pushing my head deep between her legs, my lips capturing her clit between them as I suck, my tongue darting out to flick it every few seconds. “Fuck!”

I can’t hold back. I have to have more of her in my mouth, and I know she is going to protest, but fuck it.

What’s the point of being big and strong if I can’t lift my girl up?

I hoist her other leg from the floor, my hands gripping her ass cheeks as she panics, her hands sliding down the wet tiled walls.

Oh, fuck yeah. That’s better.

I bury my face fully between her legs, keeping her elevated so I can lick her from top to bottom, her legs trembling either side of me.

“I’m too heavy; please put me down,” Aria pants between my tongue thrusting into her delicious hole, torn between insecurity and insanity.

I snort and lift my head away so I meet her embarrassed gaze head-on. “ Heavy ? Have you ever been with a real man before, Aria? You’re fucking perfect . Exactly what I need. Now, can you stop with this shit and let me make you come? Please?”

Women, honestly. Don’t they understand how good it feels to hold their beautiful weight and curves? Hearing their moans and knowing you made them? I love bigger girls. They’re so fucking tasty, and I love reminding them how beautiful they are.

“Oh my god…” Aria grits her teeth as I nibble on her clit, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks. “There, Morgan, don’t stop!”

I shake my head, forcing my mouth to give her the friction she’s craving, my teeth brushing against her clit as she moans my name.

I slide my tongue deep into her when she comes, her walls tensing and pulsing around me as she loses her mind, her thighs clamped on either side of my head like she never wants to let me go.

“Fuck me, Morgan, please!” Aria moans as I slide her shaking legs down, her eyes still closed as she twists, pushing her round ass out to me.

I need to be inside her. Now. But I force myself to wait, just long enough to hear her beg for it; to let the others hear her beg for it, for me.

“Morgan!”

I don’t even think—I just fist my dick between her ass cheeks before sliding it down, finding her sweet hole waiting to welcome me home. I slide into her with one thrust, and she cries out, desperately trying to accommodate my size.

Fuck, this should feel like every other time, but it doesn’t.

Not with her.

“You gonna scream for me, Aria?” I mutter, bottoming out inside of her.

She feels so fucking good, so tight.

“Did Damien fill you like this?” I get harder imagining him fucking her, knowing he wouldn’t have gone easy on her. I pull my hips back and then slam into her as she moans, my fingers reaching around to find her clit. I shove them between her legs as she gasps.

“We didn’t…”

Thrust.

“Fuck!”

I pause, my fingers stroking her clit when she stiffens, my dick filling her completely. “You didn’t fuck?” I check, stroking her clit before pinching it slightly.

“Fuck!” Aria hisses and arches against me. “No!”

“I’m the first?” I grin, unable to control myself or my ego.

“Morgan!” Aria throws over her shoulder, her pupils blown. “Please!”

I don’t move, though; I keep myself buried inside of her, playing with her clit until she melts against me, screaming my name loud enough for the fucking town to hear.

I hope Damien enjoyed that because I intend to make her come many more times today.

“Now I’ll fuck you.”