Too hot to handle: A curvy girl romance

by River Laurent

  He gazes down at me hungrily.

  “I want you, too,” I whisper.

  His palms graze my breasts, and I shiver. His eyes lock with mine, shining with love. “Not just like that,” he says. “I want you. All of you. I want you to be mine forever.”

  I look down at where his hands are resting and laugh. “I want you, too. Forever.”

  He moves his hands to my waist and pulls me into him. “You’re so perfect,” he says, kissing me again.

  I love the way he tastes. It’s sweet, as if he had a piece of fruit with his breakfast this morning. Or maybe it’s just that I’ve missed kissing him.

  His hands slide down to my ass. He gives me a spank, and I jerk my body into him. He kisses me and pushes me at the same time, so that I’m walking backwards to the bed. I feel it against my legs, and he pushes a little harder, knocking me off my feet, onto the bed.

  He pulls down my red thong and throws it to the floor. Placing two fingers on my clit, he begins to stroke me.

  I moan at how good it feels. It’s not just his touch that has me soaring, although it certainly helps. It’s the fact that all the worries and the doubts have evaporated into nothing. There is nothing standing between us anymore, and it feels amazing.

  He stops, and I open my eyes. He trails his finger down my clit until he finds my aching slit. “Damn,” he says, his voice low and deep. “You are so fucking wet.”

  Then he plunges his finger inside of me. I gasp at the pleasure it sends rippling through my body. He pulls back out and pushes it back in. The steady rhythm is driving me crazy, and my body won’t sit still.

  I grind my hips against his hand, desperate to feel more. I want to feel all the pleasure he can give me, hard and fast. And I want to come more than anything right now.

  I close my eyes again and feel him slide another finger into me. My hands reach for my breasts with a mind of their own, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. My hips writhe on the bed as he strokes me with his fingers, in and out.

  He picks up the pace, and I moan louder. He grabs my nipple and pulls.

  Sensation grips my entire body, making me dizzy with lust. I breathe in ragged pants with every skilled stroke of his fingers.

  He rocks it against me, hard and fast.

  It feels so good, and it pushes me closer and closer to the edge. I want to come. I need to come.

  Then he stops.

  My eyes fly open, and I stare at him desperately.

  “Sorry, were you close?” he asks with a sly grin.

  I know he isn’t actually sorry. Otherwise, he would have let me come.

  He stands and takes his jacket off, then undoes his tie. Taking his own sweet time while I lie here frustrated. He tosses his tie to the floor and then starts to unbutton his shirt. Desire rages inside me, and the sight of him undressing for me makes it surge more intensely. I want him so badly that I can’t just hold back and watch.

  I sit up on the edge of the bed and unbuckle his belt for him. I make eye contact with him, and I lick my lips suggestively, making it clear what I’m about to do. I want him to feel the anticipation the way I’m feeling it.

  The dark look in his eyes tells me that he’s eager.

  I unzip his pants and pull them down, followed by his boxer briefs. His cock springs to life in front of me, hard and thick, and I grab it in both hands. I move them up and down, and he grunts at my touch. The sound of it spurs me on, and I stroke harder and faster.

  Then I look up at him, open my mouth, and slide my lips over the tip of his cock.

  “Fuck, Jade,” he groans and places his hand on my head.

  I take him deeper into my mouth and then pull back. I do it again, going just a little farther down than before. Then I pull back. I lightly graze his cock with my teeth, a trick I read in a magazine, and I hear him suck in air.

  “Goddamn baby,” he grunts out.

  I open my mouth wide and shove him all the way inside.

  Grabbing my hair, he pulls my head back so his cock is barely in my mouth. Then he shoves my head back onto it until he hits the back of my throat. He holds my head in place and starts to thrust in and out of my mouth.

  He’s moaning and fucking my mouth. It’s so hot I’m dripping with excitement.

  He lets go of my hair, and I look up at him.

  “Lay down,” he commands.

  I scoot back so my back is lying flat on the bed, and I spread my legs open, exposing myself to his hungry gaze. He rubs my clit with his fingers, and I tremble.

  Luke gets onto the bed and positions his cock up against my throbbing pussy. “Do you want it?” he asks.

  I nod.

  “Tell me how bad you want it,” he growls, staring at me like he’s about to consume me.

  “I want it so fucking bad, Luke, please,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”

  His hips thrust forward, and he buries his entire cock inside of me.

  “Oh, my God!” I gasp. The way he fills me up feels so fucking good.

  He pulls out and does it again. He repeats this, over and over, until neither one of us can handle it anymore. Then he leans forward and starts thrusting in and out of me with a faster rhythm.

  “You feel so damn good,” I pant.

  “Oh, yeah?” he asks. “You like it when I fuck you?”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, my voice breathless.

  He moves faster. It’s hard and hot, and it’s driving me crazy. I can barely think or breathe. My entire world centers down to the two of us, joined together in ecstasy. I’m loving every second of the way he fucks me.

  He stops and clasps my legs together, before throwing them over his shoulders. Gripping my ankles tightly, he pushes into me again. I’m tighter because of the way my legs are positioned, and it’s harder for him to get inside of me, but it makes him go deeper, and I can feel my pussy squeezing around his cock, gripping onto it and driving him crazy.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans and starts to fuck me harder.

  I feel myself getting closer. “Don’t stop,” I moan. “Just like that.”

  He pounds into me, never letting up, as I get closer and closer until the pressure is too much and I explode. White stars burst in my vision. All of my muscles clench, my pussy throbs and pulses uncontrollably. Pleasure pulses through my entire body in waves, one after the other.

  He’s still fucking me, but it’s gentler as he lets me ride out my climax. “Ready for me?” he asks, gazing down at me.

  I nod my head.

  “Good. Now get on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind.” He pulls out of me and releases my legs.

  I flip over on the mattress and get on all fours, leaning forward and jutting my ass into the air for him. The head of his cock parts my lips, and my pussy clenches with anticipation. He thrusts hard, and I feel him plunge all the way in.

  “Fuck,” he groans, squeezing my ass.

  I bite my lip. He feels so freaking good.

  His fingers dig into my hips. It’s rough and hot, and I love it. His hips rock faster behind me, pushing harder and farther with every thrust. He’s so deep inside of me that it almost hurts, but feels amazing at the same time.

  Pausing, Luke grabs my hand and places it on my clit. “Play with yourself,” he orders, and slides back inside of me. Gripping my hips, he fucks me hard.

  I rub my clit at the same tempo that he’s thrusting into me. The combination sends pleasure rocketing through me, and I feel myself getting closer to another orgasm. “Don’t stop,” I cry out. “Don’t stop!”

  “Are you gonna come for me again?” he asks.

  “Yes.” I whimper. I’m getting closer. I move my fingers up and down my clit, faster and faster, as his cock pounds into my pussy.

  I’m so close. This feels so incredibly good. I’m about to come again. My body responds to his every movement, and then the intensity of my pleasure consumes me. I fly over the edge, into sweet oblivion. I’m falling and floating at the same time. Sensations sur
ge through me, and I’m bucking and quivering against Luke’s body.

  I feel him thrust again and again, and suddenly, he stops. He’s holding onto me, and I can feel his cock throbbing deliciously inside of me, filling me with wet warmth. We’re coming together. The thought makes my orgasm so much better.

  He releases my hips just as I’m coming back down, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rumble through me. He pulls out and lays down on the bed. I lay beside him, and he pulls me into his arms.

  “I want you to know that I’m ready for this,” he says. “I love you, and I can’t imagine not having you with me.”

  I smile, more to myself than him since he can’t actually see my face. “I love you, too.” Contented and happy, I wrap my arm around him and nuzzle my face into his chest. When I woke up this morning, my eyes red from crying, I did not expect my day to turn out this way.

  “I won’t ever hurt you again,” he promises as he leans forward a little and kisses the top of my head.

  “I won’t ever hurt you, either,” I say.

  We spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other, and I can’t imagine a better way to spend our final hours in Bangkok.

  Epilogue

  Luke

  One year on.

  I’m at work, counting the hours, the minutes, and the seconds I have left until the end of the day. I’m stuck in this boring ass meeting, and all I can think about is tonight. I’m nervous, much like I felt last year when Jade and I were in Bangkok together.

  I can’t believe it’s already been a year since I told her how I felt. A year since I actually admitted my feelings, not just to her, but to an auditorium full of the very kind of people who could have laughed at me for being soppy. That’s how much I didn’t give a shit what anybody else thought of what I chose to do with my life. It’s been the best year of my life, and I hope Jade feels the same way. If she doesn’t, that means tonight won’t go the way I hope it does, but I don’t even want to think about that.

  The meeting drags on.

  I just want it to be over. I could just get up and walk out, but these are some of our best clients, and I know that would look awful. I’ve just gotta make it another hour and twenty minutes. Or eighty minutes. I like the sound of that better. It sounds shorter that way.

  I gave Jade the day off, so I haven’t seen her beautiful face since this morning when we woke up. I love living with her. Jade moved in with me six months ago, and we never looked back.

  God, I can’t believe it’s been that long. Time seems to fly by now since we are together. Unlike this fucking meeting. I’m so excited and filled with anticipation about tonight I barely listen.

  I remember when we got back to the states. News of Jade and I getting together had reached the company before we did. But except for a few jealous idiots, everybody else was happy for us. They said they knew something was up because I was far too happy since I hired her. I’m amazed that so many other people could see what was building before I did.

  Finally, the meeting wraps up, and I practically run out the door. I get strange looks, but I after you’ve made a fool of yourself in front of hundreds of people these little things don’t matter one bit. I grab a taxi and give the driver the address to my penthouse. I slide my hand into my pocket and feel the small velvet box. My heart thumps faster against my ribs. I’m way too nervous. I’ve got to calm myself down before I give myself away.

  Act cool.

  Take a deep breath.

  Smile.

  I repeat the words until we pull up outside of my building. I toss the cabbie a fifty and hear him yell, “Wow! Thanks!”

  I rush to the bank of elevators and push the ‘up’ button. At least five times. I know it won’t make it come any faster. I’m just really anxious. I get into the elevator. I never noticed before how long the ride takes to get to the penthouse.

  After an age, it dings on our floor, and the doors open. I step out into the penthouse.

  Jade comes around the corner. “I thought you said you wanted me ready by five sharp?” she says. “You’re fifteen minutes late. I was about to change back into my pajamas.”

  She’s wearing a little blue halter dress I’ve never seen before. It must be new. I love her in blue. Hell, I love her in every color. Sometimes, I feel like I am in a dream. Then I have to stop and remind myself how lucky I am to have her at all. I almost fucked everything up with her. I can’t even imagine how dark and lonely my life would be without her.

  She wraps her arms around my neck, and I slide my hands around her hips.

  “Sorry, the meeting ran late,” I say.

  “You probably don’t remember anything since your amazing assistant wasn’t there.”

  I kiss her soft lips. “Damn right. I’m completely lost without her.”

  She grins at me.

  “Are you ready?”

  She makes a funny face and looks down at her outfit “Are you saying you don’t like how I look?”

  “You know you blow my mind. I was asking if you are ready to go,” I explain.

  She smiles. “Yeah, I know. Just the same way you blow mine every single time I see you.”

  I take her by the hand. Tonight could go one of two ways, but I’m feeling more and more confident that it’ll go the way I want it to.

  At the restaurant, the hostess leads us to our table in the back. The waitress is right behind her. She takes our drink orders and disappears.

  “Can you believe that this time last year, we were in Bangkok?” she asks, her eyes unfocused as she looks into the past.

  I smile at her. She thinks we are out celebrating our anniversary. One year of us being together, but it’s more than just that. “No. This year has flown by in a flash.”

  “I can’t believe I’ve put up with your ass for this long,” she teases and then winks. Her foot brushes along my leg under the table.

  “Are you playing footsy with me, Miss Emerson?”

  “I might be playing a few other games a bit later,” she promises.

  The waitress takes our orders. Jade orders a steak, and I’ve always loved that she’s never been one to order just a salad and sit picking at it. No, she has a healthy appetite which I truly appreciate.

  “I love meat,” she says and licks her lips, when the waitress leaves. “I can’t wait to get all that delicious meat inside of me.”

  Double entendre. I love that she does that. God, I’m just so in love with her.

  Dinner is delicious. The waitress comes around to collect our plates and asks if we want dessert. We politely decline, and I pay the bill.

  We stand to leave. I stop and bend over, pretending to tie my shoe.

  She’s looking around at the people and decorations. I pull the box out of my pocket, flip open the lid, and stare up at her. I’m waiting for her to look back at me. The lady next to us gasps, and that’s when Jade looks at me.

  “Oh, my God,” she says, her hand flying to her mouth.

  “Jade, you are the one person that was able to steal my heart. You were that one girl who got me to change my wicked ways. I can’t picture my life without you. I wouldn’t have a life without you in it.”

  There are tears in her eyes.

  “I love everything about you. From your witty banter to your intelligence. You balance me out and make me whole. I don’t ever want to go another day without knowing that you want to spend the rest of your life with me. So…Jade Emerson, will you marry me?”

  “Yes!” she yells before she starts to cry.

  Someone starts a slow clap, and it turns into a standing ovation from everyone in the dining room.

  I slide the ring onto her delicate finger, stand up, and pick her up. Our lips lock. Our tongues are tied. I put her back down, and we pull apart just as the applause ends. I grab her hand, and waving at everyone, we head out of the restaurant.

  We grab the first cab we can, and in the back, she’s practically sitting on my lap. We can’t keep our hands off each other. D
esire is thick in the air. I want her so fucking bad, and I can tell she wants me. I put a hand on her leg and slide up until I feel her panties. I move them to the side and slide a finger inside of her. She stays quiet while I start to caress her. I pull my finger out and put it in my mouth. “Mmm, dessert.”

  Her eyes shine. She smiles.

  The cab driver pulls up outside of our building, and once again, I’m in a rush to get out of the cab. I toss him a fifty, and we climb out. We run to the elevators, and are relieved when we are alone in it.

  She starts kissing me, as I pick her up and push her against the wall of the elevator. Her legs are wrapped around me. Her arms are wrapped around my neck. Her mouth tastes so good. Soft moans fill my ears.

  My dick is hard and pressed against her. I reach up and start to pull her panties off.

  “Hey, now,” she says. “We’re still in the elevator.”

  “So what?” I kiss her again to drive my point home.

  She shrugs, and I pull her panties down. I have to set her down to get them fully off of her, but as soon as they are off and on the floor, I pick her back up. She’s grinding against my hard length, and it feels so damn good.

  I want this elevator to hurry up so that I can fuck my fiancé.

  Finally, I hear the ding. The doors open up, and I carry her to our bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and position her so I can access her pussy.

  She spreads her legs. It’s hot the way she’s lying there. I flick my tongue across the tip of her clit. I’ve learned where all of her most sensitive areas are, and I’m not afraid to use them to my advantage, I flick my tongue back and forth.

  Jade wiggles her hips as she moans and puts her hands in my hair.

  I press my tongue harder onto her clit and lick it up and down. She tastes so sweet, so good. I love, love, love eating her.

  I take my middle finger and slide it into her hot pussy. I knew she was going to be wet, but I didn’t think she was going to be this wet. Her pussy walls are squeezing around my finger. The warmth and wetness from her are driving me crazy. I pull my finger out.