I turned to watch him lower his head to kiss more of my back.
“Not for much longer,” he said. I felt him shift behind me, though his lips and hands never left my back and knew he was toeing off his socks and shoes. I arched like a cat when he raked his nails gently down my back.
I moaned loudly when he reached my ass and shifted to get his hands to move lower. Stubbornly, he ignored me.
“Turn around,” he said as I felt him step away from me.
I did as he asked and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt from his body as he took in the sight of me.
“Take off your bra,” he said when he saw me reach for his jeans in an effort to help him get naked.
Pouting, I pulled back and reached for the bottom of the bra. My breasts are large, and they fell heavily from their confines as I pulled the material over my head and slung it away.
“Son-of-a…” he said, letting his pants fall down his legs. My eyes followed their progress, then slowly rose to the bulge in his underwear. Son-of-a bitch was right. My body tightened at the mere thought of having him inside me. Without my consent, my hand reached out to touch said bulge, but he was too quick.
In another instant, he was in front of me, standing between my parted legs and taking my face in his hands. He lifted my gaze to him and bent to give me another orgasmic kiss. Never in my life have I ever felt those sensations Ryan’s mere touch gave me. I felt him bone deep, as if he was already buried inside me, but we were still partially clothed and only kissing.
As the kiss deepened, I moved back and pulled him with me until we were lying across the bed with him on top of me. I couldn’t get enough of the feel of him kissing me…touching me. I was dizzy and felt on the verge of passing out with how overwhelming it all was.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked when he moved to kiss my neck. The words came out in breathy spurts, and I wasn’t sure he had even heard me.
“I’m kissing you. Haven’t you ever been kissed this way before?” he asked as he moved down to the tops of my breasts.
“Yes… No…”
My tone wasn’t worried but confused, and he stopped what he was doing, to my disappointment, to ask, “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, but doesn’t this feel different to you?”
“Different?” Even though he had stopped kissing me, he hadn’t stopped touching me. Everywhere he touched, my skin quivered.
His questioning look scared me. Maybe this wasn’t different for him. I’ve only been with three other people. The first was a one-time thing in high school. Both of us had been awkward since it was our first, and we had been too embarrassed to try again. My second had been with a steady boyfriend my sophomore and junior year of college. He had been a decent enough guy and had known the basics of having sex, but he hadn’t been anything overly special so when his job with his dad’s company had moved to Texas, we had separated on good terms.
My third was my ex-boyfriend. Saul had been a bit of an ass, but I had liked that about him at first. He didn’t take shit from anyone, and he didn’t put up with stupidity, but he was a good guy, or he was until he started hounding me about my weight. He had always been in good shape, but gradually he started gaining weight and losing muscle. He didn’t gain a lot, but what little he gained scared him, and he started trying different diets and going to the gym religiously. I didn’t mind, even tried most of the diets with him and walked on the treadmill while he worked out.
I’d lose ten pounds or so, but once we went a week without dieting or exercising due to illness or something, I’d gain a little back. Before I had met him, I’d gotten up to around two-fifty but at that moment, was down to around two-hundred. I’m bigger than I’d like to be, but I’m growing to love myself. And the way Ryan looked at me as I lay there, suggested that he more than loved me.
Saul
“Not for much longer,” he said. I felt him shift behind me, though his lips and hands never left my back and knew he was toeing off his socks and shoes. I arched like a cat when he raked his nails gently down my back.
I moaned loudly when he reached my ass and shifted to get his hands to move lower. Stubbornly, he ignored me.
“Turn around,” he said as I felt him step away from me.
I did as he asked and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt from his body as he took in the sight of me.
“Take off your bra,” he said when he saw me reach for his jeans in an effort to help him get naked.
Pouting, I pulled back and reached for the bottom of the bra. My breasts are large, and they fell heavily from their confines as I pulled the material over my head and slung it away.
“Son-of-a…” he said, letting his pants fall down his legs. My eyes followed their progress, then slowly rose to the bulge in his underwear. Son-of-a bitch was right. My body tightened at the mere thought of having him inside me. Without my consent, my hand reached out to touch said bulge, but he was too quick.
In another instant, he was in front of me, standing between my parted legs and taking my face in his hands. He lifted my gaze to him and bent to give me another orgasmic kiss. Never in my life have I ever felt those sensations Ryan’s mere touch gave me. I felt him bone deep, as if he was already buried inside me, but we were still partially clothed and only kissing.
As the kiss deepened, I moved back and pulled him with me until we were lying across the bed with him on top of me. I couldn’t get enough of the feel of him kissing me…touching me. I was dizzy and felt on the verge of passing out with how overwhelming it all was.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked when he moved to kiss my neck. The words came out in breathy spurts, and I wasn’t sure he had even heard me.
“I’m kissing you. Haven’t you ever been kissed this way before?” he asked as he moved down to the tops of my breasts.
“Yes… No…”
My tone wasn’t worried but confused, and he stopped what he was doing, to my disappointment, to ask, “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, but doesn’t this feel different to you?”
“Different?” Even though he had stopped kissing me, he hadn’t stopped touching me. Everywhere he touched, my skin quivered.
His questioning look scared me. Maybe this wasn’t different for him. I’ve only been with three other people. The first was a one-time thing in high school. Both of us had been awkward since it was our first, and we had been too embarrassed to try again. My second had been with a steady boyfriend my sophomore and junior year of college. He had been a decent enough guy and had known the basics of having sex, but he hadn’t been anything overly special so when his job with his dad’s company had moved to Texas, we had separated on good terms.
My third was my ex-boyfriend. Saul had been a bit of an ass, but I had liked that about him at first. He didn’t take shit from anyone, and he didn’t put up with stupidity, but he was a good guy, or he was until he started hounding me about my weight. He had always been in good shape, but gradually he started gaining weight and losing muscle. He didn’t gain a lot, but what little he gained scared him, and he started trying different diets and going to the gym religiously. I didn’t mind, even tried most of the diets with him and walked on the treadmill while he worked out.
I’d lose ten pounds or so, but once we went a week without dieting or exercising due to illness or something, I’d gain a little back. Before I had met him, I’d gotten up to around two-fifty but at that moment, was down to around two-hundred. I’m bigger than I’d like to be, but I’m growing to love myself. And the way Ryan looked at me as I lay there, suggested that he more than loved me.
Saul
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