Curvy Christmas (Babes of Biggal Mountain Book 3)

by Elaria Ride

  Yes… she's turned on.

  But I’ll be damned if she isn’t continuing to make these cannoli shells like nothing is amiss. I smirk in spite of myself. Even if this entire “audition” hadn’t been a sham in the first place, I’d hire her on the spot.

  "Almost done."

  Her voice cuts into my heated thoughts, but her tone remains cool, indifferent… like she’s the one in control. I suppose things haven’t changed much, after all.

  I take a step closer as Kara continues to bend over the processor. She inspecting the dough for completeness.

  Or at least, she’s pretending to be.

  “It looks amazing," I breathe, not bothering to look at it. Kara knows what she's doing; we both know that much.

  I lean in even closer, and my breath tickles the hairs on the back of her neck. She sucks in a sharp exhale at my words, but gives no other indication she even knows I’m there.

  Luckily, I know her a bit better than that… and I know that what I'm about to do next won't be denied.

  I reach a hand to graze the swell of her ass, just at the small of her back, and she immediately melts into my touch, her entire back arching into me. Somehow, she maintains the facade of continuing to prepare the dough.

  Damn, she’s good…

  But I’m better.

  It's easy to sweep my hand just a little lower, unbelievably simple to slip it beneath the lycra fabric of her yoga pants… and fuck… I can barely contain myself as my fingers dance across her soft skin.

  We’re both doing a decent job pretending to be unbothered, but I have a feeling all of that will come crashing down very, very soon.

  This is a thought soon confirmed when I move my hand even lower to her ass, because if I thought I’d been hard before, I’d been wrong. This part of her is fleshy and warm and huge, so much more delightfully curvy than I’d ever anticipated…

  I have big hands (and yes, a big cock, if that’s what you’re wondering), but I know — just from this simple touch — that I couldn't fit both of my hands around this fleshy, perfect ass, even if I tried…

  But that won’t stop me from attempting.

  Now Kara is making breathy moans from deep in her throat, and I know that she’s getting more and more aroused by the minute. She turns around about halfway, but my hand remains possessively gripped around her ass.

  "The dough… needs to rest for an hour," she says, her voice a heated whisper, her eyes penetrating mine.

  I nod, my breath coming in sharp pants, before I give her ass another protective squeeze. It's in that moment that I decide to abandon all sense of pretense, my ego be damned… I think I'll die if I have to wait another second without feeling her lips on mine.

  And I only have to make the slightest movement towards her mouth before she’s lunging at me, our mouths finally finally connecting after so many years of being apart… after a lifetime of wanting…

  We moan in unison as my tongue grazes her bottom lip, and she lets me in with a muffled whimper, rotating her body closer to mine. I groan and grab her ass even harder, finally allowing my clothed erection to make contact with her front.

  She gasps at the contact and arches into me, throwing her head back.

  Yes… I automatically know what to do, almost like I've done it a thousand times. I trail my mouth down down down, past her lips, along her jaw, and as I suck and nibble at the pulse point on her neck, I know I’ve struck gold. She whimpers against me, her eyes squeezed shut, and surely I can just…?

  I decide to act on that wanton instinct, in a way I never have before. I’m not sure where this deep-seated knowledge of sex came from, but it seems like Kara has brought it out of me.

  I continue to suckle and nibble, and following nothing more than the strength of my own intuition, I allow my hand to drift. I spread apart the cheeks of Kara's ass, rutting my cock even harder as I worship her neck. Then my hand moves closer closer closer… and holy fucking shit, I almost lose it.

  I let out a startled groan as my middle finger finds her sopping center, and I need to lean on her (and the prep table) for a bit of support.

  Fuck.

  “You’re wet,” I growl. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  Kara just quirks an eyebrow and presses her hips back against me.

  “And you’re hard,” she says, pointing out the obvious. “So let’s take care of both problems at once, yeah?”

  I don’t even have time for a snappy comeback. An instant later, she’s tugging her yoga pants down over that tremendous ass. She deftly steps out of them, one foot after another, like she’s been doing this with me all her life.

  My eyes hungrily rake over her… and that's when I realize two things, in very rapid succession. One, that her pubic hair is red, too— which answers a question I've had most of my life. It's a shade darker than her messy bun, and it covers the entrance of her sodden heat.

  And second, I realize that she’s not wearing any panties. At all.

  A primal groan crawls up my throat. I know that if I allow that animalistic side of me to completely take over, I won’t last long enough to give her the pleasure she needs, the pleasure she deserves…

  So I do the only thing that makes sense in that moment: I wink, drop to my knees, and part her legs. I’m more than prepared to worship her pussy as it deserves to be worshipped, more than prepared to indulge in a fantasy I’ve always wanted.

  Kara lets out a low moan and shifts to accommodate me, but otherwise gives no hesitation. Which is a good thing for me; I really don’t want to take time away from devouring her pussy to reassure her that, yes, I want this. Probably more than she does.

  I perch between her thighs, and as soon as I do, I almost come from the smell of her. It's exactly like I'd always imagined — earthy and musky and perfectly Kara. It’s a smell I know I’ll remember for the rest of my life, a scent that will haunt my masturbation fantasies for years and years to come.

  Making her come is still a priority, though. So I need to get on that.

  She lets out a startled squeal as my tongue darts out to caress her clit, but I can tell it’s a noise of unexpected pleasure more than anything else. She immediately relaxes beneath my tongue, leaning her fleshy ass against the food prep table as her hands thread themselves through my hair.

  My name starts falling from her lips like a whispered prayer as I begin to trace the letters of her name over that perfect bundle of nerves. But I'm not done with her — not even close. I may not be the first person to do this to her, but I'm gonna make damn sure I do this the best.

  I reach my fingers up into the tight walls of her pussy, releasing an involuntary hiss against her as my tongue continues working. Fuck, she’s tight, so much tighter than I’d anticipated, so much wetter and hotter than anyone else I’ve ever gone down on. I’m suddenly seized with a desire to touch myself through my jeans just to provide some temporary relief, but I stop my hand just in time.

  No… my hand has already started inching towards the strained fabric over my cock. I pause my hand, just in time.

  Make. Her. Come. First.

  Fuck, what the hell is it about this girl that’s making me lose all knowledge of manners?!

  Instead, I lift my hand to grip the creamy skin of her ass, and my other fingers continue pumping harder and harder against her walls. After all, I've been fantasizing about this girl since I knew what girls were. My impatient cock can wait a few minutes.

  Still, I need to speed this up — that much is a given.

  I continue lapping at her clit, harder and faster, and she sweetly humps her hips against my face, her breath coming in whispered pants. Just as I begin the come-hither motion of my fingers right against her g-spot, I know I’ve got her exactly where I want her.

  "Harrison," she breathes, her chest rising and falling. "I'm… I'm…"

  “I know, darling,” I murmur against her clit. I’m not even sure where the term of endearment comes from, but I know, somehow, that it belongs. She doesn
’t comment on it either, so I continue my ministrations.

  “Let it go,” I whisper against her center in between licks. “Let it all go.”

  It’s as if my words have a compelling effect on her — like they spur her to release, right beneath my mouth. In the next second, she bucks her hips forward as a keening, panting wail escapes from her lips.

  Encouraged, I pump even harder, even faster, and before I know it, she’s absolutely screaming. Almost as suddenly, I feel a burst of wetness against my fingers as Kara moans and cries out from the intensity of the pleasure.

  I keep my fingers inside of her for a few more minutes. I need to draw draw out her orgasm as long as possible until I feel the aftershocks of her orgasm beginning to subside, although (of course) my cock has other plans.

  When she finally stops panting and collapses a little against the table, I sit back on my heels, removing my hands from her core. Naturally, I make sure to lick every digit clean. I never want to forget what she tastes like, never want to forget what she smells like…

  I’m still in the process of licking my fingers when her voice penetrates my thoughts.

  "I'm on birth control," she whispers, still leaning against the prep table. She reaches up to take off her hoodie, and she removes it (and her t-shirt) in one fell swoop. Her enormous breasts — ones that must be at least a DDD, ones that are scarcely contained by her black bra — tantalize me from above.

  Fuck, they’re amazing… just like the rest of her. They’re creamy and covered in freckles, just like her stomach. Just like her face. Her nipples are beautiful, all rosy peaks and tightened skin…

  I’d probably be content to ogle her for the rest of the night, but then Kara clears her throat as the hoodie drops to the floor.

  "So please," she adds, quirking an eyebrow again. "Get up here and fuck me."

  I don’t need to be told twice. Getting to fuck Kara, without a condom? This has every single teenaged fantasy coming true faster than I could ever have imagined…

  I scramble up from my knees and unbuckle my belt. In a blur of removed clothing, I’m standing before her completely naked. My leaking erection juts up against my stomach, and (for not the first time tonight) I’m quite pleased I chose to jack off first.

  Then Kara takes a glance at my and licks her lips… and that’s absolutely all I can take before my resolve completely snaps.

  I need to be inside her. Now.

  I lean forward, pushing her ass against the table, and Kara whimpers into my mouth, clearly able to taste herself on my lips. Good… it looks she’s enjoying this as much as I am.

  “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I admit, lifting her ass with both hands and ensuring that she’s completely steady on the table. Yes… she's at the perfect height…

  “Me too.” She presses a soft kiss to my cheek. It’s such a tender, loving gesture that I almost confess my feelings for her, right on the spot. For once, I’m pleased that my pounding libido is determined to distract me.

  So instead of making an admission I might regret, I kiss her deeply, parting her thighs as I inch myself closer and closer.

  And damn… I release a strangled swear. I almost come on the spot when my cock grazes against her fat, fleshy, perfect inner thighs. I've never been happier she hadn't believed in any of that "thigh gap" bullshit.

  After several pained, heated seconds, I pull back to stare at her. I need this level of connection as my cock enters her, need to know that it completes her as much as I’ve always wanted it to.

  So I begin feeding myself inside, inch by inch, and I’m rewarded with her startled gasps of pleasure. I feel like I’m doing a decent job keeping it together, but shit, she’s even hotter and wetter and sexier than I’d ever, ever imagined…

  When I'm in her to the hilt, when her satiny, wet walls are wrapped around me in a perfect, vice-like grip, I lean in for another kiss, just to make sure she's ok; without a hint of arrogance, I can admit that I'm quite large. I know it might take… an adjustment.

  However, Kara doesn’t seem to mind. She returns my kiss with a passionate one of her own. Without a single word, her hips begin twisting and bucking against me with an urgency I hadn’t foreseen, not after the orgasm she’d just experienced.

  But I hadn’t anticipated that her movements might do amazing things to our intimate connection— amazing things that I’m not quite ready to experience.

  Not yet.

  I suck in a deep, needy breath, managing to reel myself back from the edge just in time.

  Still… Kara’s ready. And I’ve never been one to deny a woman in need.

  After one more deep, gasping breath, I snap my hips back and thrust into her waiting heat. I’m filled with instant validation as she gasps and cries out, and I can’t help but do it again. And again. And again.

  Kara’s now rocking back and forth on my cock as I continue to penetrate her sopping center, and fuckkkkk, if I don't slow down, I'm going to come right on the spot. But I'll be damned if I let that happen — not until she sees me as more than just a fuck.

  Kara seems to be on the same page. She reaches out and grabs my hand with hers, and even without any verbal communication, I know exactly what she’s doing. She takes my finger and slips it into her mouth, and begins sucking and swirling in earnest.

  I groan and slam my eyes shut. Fuck. That’s doing things to me… the way her mouth is sucking and twirling. I can’t help but imagine her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling on its dripping head as I explode in her mouth.

  Fortunately, Kara senses when it’s become too much. She removes my hand and guides it to her clit with shaking arms. Yesss… I groan. This leverage is absolutely perfect. Kara wraps her legs around me for support, arches back against the table, and in another instant, I'm off, unable to continue pretending I’m not a victim to my passions.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant desperately, snapping my hips harder and harder as I rub her clit in even, pressured circles.

  “Haaaaarrison,” she moans, my name slipping into extended, heated syllables. “I’m close.”

  I hadn’t needed that confirmation, of course; I can already feel her contracting around me again, I can already feel the beginning of her orgasm beginning to ripple around my cock. I know that if I apply pressure just here—

  Yes. I was right.

  Suddenly, Kara stiffens and cries out. An ecstatic “YES!” falls from her lips. She screams as her pussy contracts around me, and I can tell she’s coming harder and faster than she had the first time.

  Just as I'd predicted, the sight of her coming on my cock is more than I can handle. It's something I've wanted to see for the better part of my life — something I know I'll never get over.

  All I’m able to do is cry out her name, and with one more penetrating thrust, I let out a deep bellow as my balls tighten with release. I throw back my head and spill myself inside of her in spurts that are so intense they’re almost painful.

  I’m vaguely aware of her orgasm continuing to pulse around me, but fuck, all I can focus on is how perfect this feels, how insanely beautiful it is to be connected to her in a way I’ve always wanted.

  And when I pull out several minutes later, my cum leaking down her thighs, I have to stop myself from voicing what I truly want to say…

  Because as crazy as it sounds, I’d love to give Kara Crane this much pleasure for the rest of her life.

  Kara

  Even as I remain slumped against the food preparation table, Harrison’s cum leaking down my legs, I don’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed.

  Instead, it's more like I'm waking up, like I'm experiencing something I should have felt long, long ago…

  Harrison is clearly of the same mind.

  “I can’t believe we never did this before,” he mutters. I laugh, but I’m unable to avoid mentioning what’s been on my mind.

  "Hmm.” I pull up my clothes as nonchalantly as I can. "Maybe we could've, Harrison. If only one of us ha
d, you know. Made a move. ”

  Harrison spreads his palms in surrender and starts to get dressed himself. "Well," he starts, a hint of apology in his tone. "You were always… you know."

  I arch an eyebrow. “Thin?”

  Harrison makes a face and buttons up his shirt. “I was going to go with not-curvy-and-less-appealing, but if you want to say that, sure!”

  I shoot him a look of mock offense. “Harrison Bosco!” I declare, hands on my hips. Are you trying to body-shame?”

  For just a second, he looks startled. I bite my lip as my stomach sinks with churning discontent.

  Shit.

  Have I gone too far?

  I know the men on Biggal are… very sensitive to the topic of body-shaming. At least, the ones who get out long enough to do anything else. The guys who spend their whole lives here generally have no idea what they’re missing— and they tend to be the ones who are generally shocked to discover that thinness is preferred in the real world.

  Harrison is more worldly than that, though.

  Which means he might be on the sensitive side.

  Crap.

  He studies my face and lets me sit with that for a second before that sly, confident look — the one I recognize from our high school interactions — slides over his face again.

  “No,” he answers reasonably. “I get some girls are built thinner. And good for them… everyone’s different.”

  Harrison says it so sincerely I actually believe him, so sincerely I think he’s actually telling the truth. Then he glances over at me, his eyes trailing over my ass.

  “But,” he adds through a smirk, “I can’t deny that the general preferences outside of Biggal Mountain have definitely… benefitted me. Once I heard you moved to LA, I was sure I’d lose you forever to kale smoothies and hot yoga!”

  I playfully swat him on the arm, and a dashing grin spreads across his face. The swat was meant to be a simple, natural gesture, one reminiscent of our high school years.