Capricorn Cursed by Sèphera Girón Page A

she said, pushing him up.
    He grinned. “You like tattoos?”
    â€œI admire the artwork. I don’t have one, but I think it’s cool when other people do.”
    He stood up and modeled for her, turning around so she could see the wings and fire on his back.
    â€œYou’re an angel?” she asked.
    â€œOr a demon. Whichever you prefer,” he joked.
    â€œMmm, what else do you have?”
    Craig took her encouragement as an opportunity to slide off his jeans. He stood naked before her, his penis standing nearly fully erect.
    â€œSo, what do you have to show me?” he asked after she studied him for a while.
    She grinned and sat up. “I can show you what I have to offer.” Natasha said, removing her own clothes. She stood up naked in front of him. He admired her full breasts and touched her hard nipples. He ran his hand down her flat stomach to her shaved pubic area. His fingers touched her pussy lips and parted them. Natasha sighed, hunger of all kinds consuming her.
    â€œMmm,” she said as his fingers found her clit. He pressed on it rhythmically, and she was reminded of the way they’d danced along the fingerboards. His expertise on her body was just as pleasing.
    They kissed again, and her hand found his cock. She stroked him firmly, feeling him swell even more between her fingers.
    â€œSo lovely,” he sighed. “So beautiful and so skilled.”
    Natasha kneeled down and took his cock into her mouth. She slowly teased his head with her tongue, swirling it around as he danced from one foot to the other.
    â€œSuck me,” he whispered.
    She took him all the way into her mouth and sucked him hard, pulling him in and out with her hand. His legs shook as she teased him by varying her rhythms.
    â€œOh my God, you’re so delicious,” he said. “I want to fuck you right now.”
    He reached for his jeans to get out his condoms. She let him, even though she knew it wasn’t necessary.
    She lay back on the couch, her legs spread. He took in the vision before he climbed on top of her. His mouth met hers as he slid his cock into her damp, waiting pussy.
    It had been a long time since she’d been fucked, and she savored the sensation of him filling her up. She wrapped her arms around him, wishing the little, wiry man was her big, strong Gus. But Gus wasn’t here. She didn’t even know if she would ever see Gus again. Although, on some dark level, she knew that the games between them weren’t over yet.
    Craig pushed into her slowly and moaned as he slid in and out. Natasha spread her legs wider, trying to pull him in farther. She wrapped her hands around his ass, pushing him in to the hilt.
    â€œOh, you like it deep, don’t you?” he asked.
    â€œFill me up, Craig,” she whispered.
    Craig pushed her legs up so he could enter her more deeply. His lips met hers, and he pushed harder and faster. Craig had her pinned under him, and she let him take the lead as he pumped. His rhythmic movements built up to an energetic, frenzied fucking.
    â€œMore,” she called out. “Faster, harder.”
    He laid into her harder, his neck by her mouth. She smelled him, the sweaty man smell that tingled her nose and made her hungrier. It would be so easy to just turn her head slightly and sink her teeth into him.
    But she couldn’t.
    She had to resist. Her head spun. “Fuck me, Craig. Fuck me hard.”
    He slammed into her, fast and furious. They both moaned and cried as they reveled in the tension and suspension of holding back their climaxes. At last, Natasha could stand it no more and let herself release.
    â€œOh my God,” she cried out. “I’m coming.”
    â€œCome on me, Natasha. Come on me,” he cried as his own climax washed over him. He collapsed on her for a moment as he emptied himself into the condom, into her. She felt his twitches and smiled.
    At last he eased himself out of her. He leaned