Reunion (Plus Size Loving): BBW Erotic Romance (5 page)

Her
uncertainty, her inhibitions seemed to have disappeared as she sat up halfway
on this magnificent bed, dressed in sexy lingerie, with her lover’s cock in her
mouth and his moans of pleasure serenading her. She wanted that cock inside
her, and not just in her mouth.

“Enough,”
he rasped, pulling her back by the hair. “I want to go slow with you.” He
flipped her over so that she was lying on her stomach, and then swiftly undid
the hooks on the back of her corset.

She
sighed in relief as it popped free—as sexy as it was it was still
confining, and took a deep, sweet breath. As she did she inhaled his scent that
was permeated through the comforter—a spicy, heady, masculine aroma that
only increased her desire for him. The scrape of his teeth against her thigh as
he pulled her garters off with them sent shivers up her legs and straight to
her womb. He did the same with her thong, and then pushed her knees forward so
that her bottom was thrust into the air. She could feel his soft breath on her
pussy, and trembled in anticipation.

Scott
gripped the backs of Melissa’s thighs so as to give him better access,
then
stroked his tongue down the length of her slit. He was
rewarded with a mewling cry. Smiling, he continued, tasting her pussy, allowing
his taste buds to memorize her sweet, seductive flavor. Her scent was
intoxicating, her cries more so as he allowed his hand to join in, flicking a
thumb back and forth across her clit.

“Please,”
she gasped, her fists clutching wads of the comforter.

“Please,
please, please make me come, Scott.”

She
cried his name when he slid a finger inside her, then another, and finally a
third. With a sob she exploded all over his fingers, her juices gushing as the
orgasm tore through her shuddering body. He rubbed her juices all over the
entrance to her rear, making the opening slick and wet.

“W-what
are you doing?”

“Relax,
baby.” He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, coating
it in her juices by rubbing it against her slick folds. At the same time he
teased the puckered entrance to her rear with his fingers, feeling it flutter
against his thumb as she pushed back against him. His thumb slid inside, and
the resulting moan was a combination of pleasure-pain that nearly undid him.

Unable
to wait another moment, he thrust inside her,
then
groaned with the mingled relief and pleasure of feeling her inner walls clench
around him. Gripping her hips with one hand, he continued to slide his thumb in
and out of her rear at the same pace his cock moved, fucking her from both
ends. Her moans and cries only galvanized him, pushing him harder, faster, into
her tight, slick entrances.

“Oh
God,” Melissa cried. “Oh God, please don’t stop. It feels so good!”

“Don’t
worry,” he panted. “I have no intention of stopping until I’ve made you cum for
me again.”

Ignoring
her cry of dismay as he pulled his thumb from her rear, he leaned over her, his
chest brushing against her smooth, creamy back as he used his now-free hand to
play with her breasts. He squeezed them, plumped them, rolled the nipples
between his fingers and pinched. He cries became breathier, more insistent as
she pushed back against him while he thrust into her. Just when he was sure he
couldn’t hold out another moment, her inner walls convulsed around him as she
came.

Scott
groaned her name as his own release finally came, and he propped his hands
against the mattress as he shuddered with it. Gasping, he rode the waves of
pleasure,
then
collapsed face up on the bed, pulling
her against him. For a time they just lay there, waiting for their thundering
hearts to slow.

As
Melissa became more aware of her surroundings, she realized she wasn’t staring
up at the ceiling, but at a canopy of stars and sky. Squinting, she realized it
wasn’t a life-like mural, but a glass pane separating the actual night sky from
them.

“You
put in a skylight above your bed,” she said, a note of wonder in her voice as
she absently trailed her fingers through the crisp hairs covering his chest.

Smiling,
he traced her jawline with a finger, drawing her gaze to him. “I wanted to be
able to look at the stars at night, so I could remember that no matter how far
I come or how much my life changes I’m still a man, connected to the world, to
the universe, like everyone else.”

Her
eyes were round as she gazed at him, her finger trips tracing the hollows and
curves in his face. “That’s a very humble thing to say, especially for a man
who is as wealthy as you are.”

“Money
doesn’t make the man,” he replied with a teasing nip to the ends of her
fingers. She drew them back with a mock squeal that made him grin.

He
found robes for the both of them and they sat in the adjoining sitting
room—a place she hadn’t noticed earlier—enjoying tea and cookies
and each other’s company. They stayed up well into the night talking about the
past, their conversations interspersed with kissing, cuddling, and sex. Their
lovemaking alternated between hot and rough to sweet and tender—whatever
she needed. By the time they tumbled back into bed, dawn was cresting over the
horizon, touching the edges of the star-frosted sky through the glass pane. It
was the last thing she saw before she fell asleep in her arms.

In
the morning they had breakfast downstairs in a sunny, cozy atrium off to the
side of the kitchen. They sat on padded benches beneath wide-paned windows and
enjoyed bacon and eggs and coffee and pancakes, all prepared by Scott’s
resident chef.

As
Scott ate, he couldn’t help but watch Melissa, seated so comfortably next to
him. Bundled up in a robe that was several sizes too big for her, her brown
hair in tumbled disarray, she wore a smile of such contentment and joy that his
heart felt, for the first time in ages, at peace. He realized that he wouldn’t
mind at all seeing her seated in just this way for many more mornings to come.

Melissa
looked up from her plate to see him watching her with an expression of longing
that made her heart leap. It wasn’t a look she’d seen before in
him—certainly there was desire in it, but also something more. It was as
though he wanted to ask her for something, but was afraid she wouldn’t give it
to him.

“What
is it, Scott?”

Smiling,
he shook his head. “I just can’t get over how right you look, sitting here and
having breakfast with me. It’s as if you’ve always belonged there.”

Melissa
blushed. “I feel very comfortable here, Scott. Even though this place couldn’t
possibly compare with my apartment, it doesn’t feel ostentatious or overstated.
It feels like a home—like a place someone could raise a family.”

Hearing
her talk about family only warmed his heart that much more. A lot of the women
he’d dated had been lukewarm about the subject of children at best. After all,
childbearing tended to ruin a woman’s figure. Melissa wouldn’t care about such
a thing, he knew that, but to hear her say it aloud made him that much more
sure about what he was going to ask her.

“Melissa,
I want you.”

Turning
back to him, she smiled. “I think you proved that to me last night.”

He
shook his head. “No, I mean I want
you.
Not
just your body, but you.
All of you.
I let you go once, a long time ago. I
don’t want to do that ever again. Please, stay with me.”

A
tearful smile spread across her face. “But it’s so soon. We just met again after so many years.
Are you sure?”

He
nodded. “I want a real shot at this.
At us.
Together.
You’re the piece of the puzzle that’s been missing for me, the only woman that
I’ve ever wanted this way. Even
after a decade, look at how easily we’ve come together. It’s like we had never
been apart at all.”

With
a peal of laughter, she threw herself across the bench and into his arms for a
kiss. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he kissed her and held on for all
he was worth. When he finally allowed her to pull back, her eyes sparkled with
joy.

“Scott,
you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be with you…like this. I feel so much
yet I can’t seem to find the right words to express exactly how I’m feeling.”

He
grinned. “You don’t have to say anything at all. Just kiss me.”

She
did, and they forgot about everything else all over again.

***

About
The Author:
Adriana Hunter writes stories for those who live to dream. Her stories
run the gamut, from romance, fantasy, paranormal to captivating stories of
seductive medieval nights, and wild, adult fairytales. If you are fascinated by
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After
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Dangerous
Curves – BBW Romance

Learning
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