Beautifying Bernadette: A BBW Romantic Comedy (The Jackson Tribe Book 1) by Delia Grace Page A

one hand giving attention to the breast he had not kissed yet, he lowered his mouth onto her drenched pussy lips and lapped up her sweetness. His tongue shooting in and out of her tender hole so strong in its worth that her body writhed and he did not correct her. Now working both hands over her sensitive peaks, he moved his glorious mouth to her swollen nub.
    She felt that it must have been impossible for him to have missed it up until this point because it had never felt so full and exposed in her life. And yet, when he finally gave it the attention it had been screaming for, she knew no one had ever been loved there so fully in all of existence. Between the relentless rolling of her pebbles and his magical tongue, she exploded, screaming, her entire body shaking in the process. The waves of pleasure ran over and over unstopping, seeming, for that moment, that they would never end. When she finally came down enough to breathe, she was shocked to realize there were tears all over her face. She had never cried from an orgasm before. But it felt right. Complete.
    She looked at him adoringly and whispered hoarsely, “My shoulders are cramping.”
    Levi laughed and gently massaged her shoulders and arms and lowered them to her sides. “You are a good good woman, Bernadette Douglas. I am so proud of you, dear one.” He laid next to her and they enjoyed the silence for a moment and then chuckled. “You'd better get dressed or we are going to be late for church…”
     

Chapter Nine
     
    They rushed into the sanctuary just as the first song was starting. Bernie, in a red ModCloth sundress and black sweater with wedges, and Levi, having taken a three-minute shower and spritzed “Axe” all over his wrinkled shirt from the day before, both of them felt exhilaration from their morning's activities. Levi sat them in a row of chairs at the back and Bernie just took it all in. She hadn’t been to church in a long time, and that had always been a Catholic mass. This was a lot… livelier with a band and drums. She had never heard of a church with drums. She listened and observed quietly, standing whenever Levi stood and sitting whenever he sat. Although, every time they shifted from one to the other, she had to fight an audible gasp and Levi would smirk. She started to feel a little guilty about their morning activities and wondered if she was even allowed in a church after what Levi had done to her. She was impressed with Judah’s preaching style and was surprised that she actually was able to pay attention and follow along. There were several times she, and many others in the room, laughed out loud. Again, something she had never experienced in a church before.
    After church, Levi proudly dragged her around introducing her to people. Everyone seemed to know and love him. It made her a little shy. He knew every person they passed, then she saw someone she knew had to be his dad because he was the spitting image of Levi, only mildly greyer and a little pudgier, but had the same piercing eyes and daunting demeanor. She swallowed and clung to Levi’s arm as he approaching them.
    “Hello, son!” Jacob Jackson clapped his son on the shoulder. “And who is this lovely young lady?” He winked at Bernie and she immediately felt more at ease.
    Giggling, Bernie reached out her hand. “I’m Bernie Douglas, it’s nice to meet you. I’m guessing you’re Levi’s dad?”
    Levi grinned. “Yep, that’s my Pops. Pops, this is my girlfriend, Bernadette.”
    Bernie’s tummy felt warm at the use of the word “girlfriend.” She shyly held onto Levi’s arm as his father gave her a warm smile and extended his hand.
    “Jacob Jackson, pleasure to meet you. Levi usually dates attractive girls, but I have to say you’re the most beautiful yet.”
    She felt like her face was going to match her hair. She shook his hand, but then immediately hid her face in Levi’s shoulder.
    Mr. Jackson patted her head paternally. “I’m sorry,