Touch Me: Curvy Girl Steamy Romance

by Sahara Kelly

  Lush white curves shone against the dark blue of his couch. Her breasts mounded above the corset and below—well, below lay heaven.

  Sean eagerly ran his palms over her rounded thighs, relishing the softness of her skin, the interesting places tucked behind her knees and tried to drag his gaze from the tiny triangle of black lace hiding her pussy.

  “You have the most amazing taste in lingerie, sweetheart.”

  “Sean, I’m—embarrassed. You’re looking at me.”

  She didn’t move, but he noticed the flush in her cheeks and the trembling of her mouth. She was fighting a private battle with herself, lying still instead of grabbing something and hiding.

  At that precise moment, Sean Patrick Rafferty fell past the need to fuck this wonderful woman. He fell head over heels in love with her.

  And scared the crap out of himself.

  Chapter Five

  Eden’s brain scrambled to keep up with her body. She was racked with anxieties, yet each time Sean touched her she wanted more. The urge to cover her body with her hands waned before the need to lift her hips and beg him to touch her between her thighs. She was conflicted, aroused and aware—more physically aware of her own responses than she’d thought possible.

  Her breasts were aching, the crotch of her thong panties was soaked, and although she wished it were dark, she couldn’t help basking in the expression of delight she saw on his face.

  He couldn’t fake that, could he? Was it possible he truly was admiring her body? That he liked the full hips, the soft belly, the large breasts? All the things that she had condemned to herself? He certainly didn’t seem to be able to stop touching her.

  She jumped a little as he nuzzled her navel, nipped the skin around it and stroked her thighs. She choked back a laugh as he tickled her with his tongue. Surely any minute now he’d strip the rest of their clothes off and just do it, fuck her and conclude this portion of the afternoon’s entertainment.

  “Eden.” He’d moved back to her face and was staring at her, a flush on his cheeks, his eyes roaming over her. “Stop thinking. Start feeling.”

  “I can’t—I don’t—I want—”

  “What? What do you want, Eden? Just tell me and it’s yours. I’m your slave at this moment. Looking at you makes me want to come. Touching you is driving me crazy. Making you feel the same way is my mission right now, so tell me. Please.”

  “Jesus, Sean.” She took a breath, her breasts rising and falling against him. “Just touch me.”

  He smiled then, a sweetly passionate smile. And lifted his hands to her corset, unsnapping the hooks. “I want your breasts in my hands. In my mouth. Would you like that, do you think?” He flashed a quick glance at her. “Do you have sensitive nipples, Eden? Will you moan again when I suck them?”

  Her cheeks were burning at his words and the visions he was creating. Her throat was dry, her pussy wet and her nipples—well, if they could have spoken they would have screamed “hell yeah”.

  When the corset fell away and her breasts tumbled heavily across her torso, she sighed—partly from relief as the constricting garment loosened and partly from eagerness. She felt full, fuller than she could have imagined. A fullness that only Sean’s mouth could draw away.

  Almost reverently he cupped her, lifting both breasts, weighing them, staring at them with awe. “Magnificent. Just magnificent.” His thumbs flicked over her nipples and she choked back a tiny squeal at the sharp pleasure of it.

  “If you liked that, you’re gonna love this…” His mouth was on her, wide and wet, pulling her nipple and her areola into his mouth. One hand played with a breast while he suckled the other, strong and sure and tender. He laved her nipple into hardness, then nibbled on it, only to suck it deeply once more.

  She surrendered and cried out then, feeling the tug in her womb, her pussy and barely registering the fact that her toes were curling. It was his mouth and lips and tongue that focused all her attention, that and what incredible magic he was making with them.

  Scarcely aware that he’d separated the halves of her corset and pushed them aside, she let herself topple into the waves of heat and arousal. There was only a shadow of her previous hesitation, barely a second to worry about her body and an eternity to enjoy what Sean was doing to it.

  He seemed to really like her breasts. Which was an understatement to top all understatements.

  Little nips and nibbles were followed by smooth licks of his tongue. He lifted them, pressed them together and sucked both nipples at once, nearly lifting her off the couch. Christ, she was so damn wet she wondered if she’d come right then and there. She knew there were women who could orgasm through nipple play.

  She’d read about it, wondered about it and dismissed it. Now there was Sean and his talented touches. What had seemed a rare improbability loomed as a distinct possibility.

  She felt her hips moving of their own volition, her thighs—those rounded thighs she privately thought of as chubby—were parting in a movement as natural as breathing. She wanted, she hungered, she needed in a way that was foreign to her.

  Never before had a man reduced her to a big quivering mass of sensual desires. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not—the urgency burning within her was almost frightening.

  As if he could read her thoughts, Sean slid a hand over the curve of her belly and down between her thighs. “So wet, Eden. So hot. A man could drown, burn alive just from touching your pussy.” His fingers stroked gently over and around the lace of her thong.

  “I want to burn. I want to drown. Let me?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer. He was settling himself between her legs before she could catch her breath, and when his tongue stroked over the panty, any thoughts of breathing fled her mind completely.

  He didn’t strip her, didn’t rip the thong from her body. He didn’t thrust a finger into her pussy—something she’d never enjoyed. He simply ate at her, through the now-soaked lace. He pushed and probed with his tongue and his fingers, fluttering, stroking, teasing her until she knew her body was showering him with liquid and her clit was fully aroused beneath her thong.

  Then, and only then, did he gently ease the fabric to one side. She felt the cool air and the heat of his breath on her burning flesh.

  Lifting her head with difficulty, she looked down at him. “Sean?”

  “You are beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. Pink, swollen, aroused and your scent is driving me insane. Everything a man wants his woman to be, Eden. Every damn thing.”

  She swallowed a lump in her throat, watching him stare at her pussy. “I—uh—”

  “Shhh.” Once again he stopped her from saying any more. “I’m going to make you come, baby. And watch you. I promised I would. I keep my promises.”

  He lowered his head, keeping his gaze on her face.

  And began to dip into her most sensitive folds with his tongue as he watched her.

  It was the most incredibly erotic moment in Eden’s life. She’d never imagined she could watch a man licking her pussy, or that she could enjoy it as much as she was. Her past lovers, her ex-husband, the lackadaisical attitude toward sex and intercourse—every notion she had ever had about fucking vanished as his mouth found her clit and gently sucked.

  She bit back a scream as his tongue circled it with incredible delicacy, teasing, arousing even more, taking her to the very edge and holding her there. All the while watching her face.

  Her fingers were scrabbling on the couch, her buttocks clenching against the sharp sizzle igniting at the base of her spine. She held his gaze as long as she could but eventually her neck arched and her head fell back as her eyes closed and her world narrowed down to the tiny spot between her legs and the man who was working it with more skill than she could have imagined.

  Shudders began to course through her limbs, one thigh moved to rest on Sean’s shoulder while the other leg sprawled lasciviously off the edge of the couch. Her body was opening itself to his mouth, readying itself for that one
final moment—that one final touch—

  It came when he unerringly read her arousal level and licked again, a long slow pressure of heat and moisture from the entrance to her body all the way up to just beneath her clit.

  The stroke tipped Eden over the edge and blinding flashes illuminated the darkness into which she fell.

  There was a sound—perhaps it was her scream—Eden didn’t know. For those long moments she rode out a thunderous wave of pleasure, electric tingles cramping her belly in a rhythm as old as time itself. The spasms rocked her with their intensity and duration, shaking her from her scalp to her toenails.

  Vaguely she tried to absorb the sensations, to catalog them, to understand them. But it was too hard, too much effort and much more wonderful to just experience them. So she let go and came for him while he watched her and pressed his mouth into her pussy lips, drinking down her pleasure as he shared it with her.

  And finally Sean moved a little and smiled. His lips shone with her juices, his eyes glowed with his own desire. “I always keep my promises, sweetheart. Always.”

  *~~*~~*

  He watched her as she slept, a white river of silk skin flowing over his couch in the rays of the setting sun. He tucked one of his afghans around her so she wouldn’t get cold, smiling as he recalled watching her expressions. Her contorted face as she’d orgasmed, muscles stiff and pulsing around him. Her surprise as it receded, leaving her limp and sated.

  And finally her relaxation, mellowing as her eyelids drooped and she succumbed to the overwhelming urge to take a nap.

  Yep, his work there was done for the time being.

  Sure, he was hard as a rock, had damn near come in his jeans just from the taste and smell of her, let alone watching her ride her climax. But he was a man of stern principles and he knew that fucking her right afterward, or even during, wasn’t the way to accomplish his major goal.

  He wanted Eden. Physically of course, but he wanted her tied to him in a stronger way than the simple bonds of sexual pleasure. He wanted her to look at him as more than just a man who could get her off.

  He wanted her to look at him as more than a fuck buddy, a useful tongue or a skilled lover. He wanted her to look at him with her heart.

  He stirred his chicken dish absently. It was almost ready, almost time to wake her and see if she was hungry. Then they could move on to dessert. His cock, still erect and reminding him that—principles aside—he was a man in need, pressed against his fly and he shifted himself inside his jeans for the fortieth time in the past half hour.

  He’d wait for dessert, but damned if it was going to be easy. It would, however, be worth it, providing he didn’t self-combust first.

  Putting the finishing touches to the food, Sean turned the burners off and walked around the divider into the living room.

  “Hey, sleepyhead.” He brushed his fingers down her cheek, itching to explore further but restraining his urges. “Time to wake up.”

  She groaned and blinked at him. “Good God. I fell asleep.” She struggled to sit up. “I’m so sorry. That’s not like me.”

  “You’re allowed. Great sex will do that to a person.”

  She nodded. “Yes. It releases endorphins and the aftermath is usually—” She cut herself off and blushed. “You don’t need a lecture, at this point. And I’m embarrassed.” She stifled a yawn and pulled the blanket around herself.

  “Hungry? Dinner’s ready.”

  “Mmm.”

  Still warm and a little sleepy, the vision of a rumpled and fulfilled Eden was burning itself into Sean’s brain. He turned away, as much as to quell his desire for her as to prepare their meal.

  “I could use a quick trip to your restroom if you wouldn’t mind…”

  He grinned and waved his hand to the entryway. “Down the hall to the left. Don’t take too long though. You’re going to love the paprikash. It’s perfect and ready to eat.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  In the manner typical of all women, Eden bundled the afghan around her like a bath towel. There was some genetic quirk that made them awkward after sex. Like he hadn’t explored her body. Why the hell that was, he had no idea, but he was amused and charmed anyway. Especially when the afghan snagged on the coffee table and he got an eyeful of two beautifully ripe and curved butt cheeks with a tiny strip of black fabric dividing them.

  It was a disappointment when she returned wearing his robe. “I borrowed this. It was on the back of your bathroom door. Hope you don’t mind?”

  He shook his head as he ladled out their meal and she settled onto one of the stools. “Not at all. I’d rather you stayed naked so I could look at you, but I’d have gotten distracted. And I need to eat something and keep up my strength.” He waggled his eyebrows as he came to sit next to her. “So do you. Bon appétit.”

  With a blush, Eden began to eat, hesitantly at first, then with enthusiasm. “God, Sean, this is so good. What’s in it?”

  He shook his head. “Not telling. You’d do something horribly practical like count calories.”

  She grinned. “You’re right. Better I don’t know.” Another forkful disappeared. “I’ll just enjoy it and worry about the calories tomorrow.”

  He watched her. “How come it’s so hard for you to believe you’re beautiful?”

  Eden sighed and took a sip of her wine.

  “Even now. Look at you. You’re trying to think of a tactful way to tell me you’re not attractive.” He frowned. “Don’t bother, honey. You won’t change my mind about you.”

  “Look, it’s—it’s hard to explain.” She glanced up at him. “It’s not that I think I’m ugly, it’s just that I’m not used to hearing myself described the way you do. And yes, there’s the whole gotta-be-tiny philosophy.” A crease formed between her eyebrows as she thought. “We have no chance to escape it, Sean. No chance to really see ourselves through anyone else’s eyes.”

  He reached out and toyed with a curl of her hair. “See yourself through my eyes, sweetheart. See the softness, the warmth, the passion. See the woman I see.”

  “I don’t know how.” Her voice was a little sad.

  “I’ll teach you how. I’ll teach you to see your breasts as incredibly luscious fruit that I can’t wait to feast on. I’ll teach you that each one of your curves is a new adventure in exploration for my mouth and my fingers. I’ll teach you that your pussy—”

  She reached out and pushed her palm over his lips. “Christ, Sean. I’m eating dinner here.” Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide even as she chuckled awkwardly. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy all these compliments, but maybe we should start slow with them.”

  He nodded, all too aware that he wasn’t doing himself any favors either. “Okay.” He shifted on the stool, his cock a thick rod doing its best to strain the limits of his fly. “But let me ask you something. I get the sense you’ve never really accepted that you’re a sexual woman, let alone a beautiful one.”

  “You’re terrifying me with your acuity.” She reached for a piece of bread and munched it thoughtfully. “What makes you say that?”

  “Oh I dunno. Instinct maybe. Or the look of pure astonishment on your face when you came around my mouth?”

  She choked over her bread and he slapped her on the back, chuckling and then watching as she fought for air, eyes watering and cheeks bright red.

  “Damn, Sean.” She cleared her throat. “Give me a little warning when you’re about to say something outrageous.”

  “Okay. So answer my question.”

  “I forgot what you asked.”

  “Liar.” He tugged on her ear. For some reason, he couldn’t stop touching her, no matter the cost to him in personal agonizing cock-and-ball torture. “I want to know about you. And sex.”

  She moved a little on the stool, pushing her empty plate aside with a sigh of satisfaction. “There’s little to tell. Not a whole lot to know. I’ve had sex. That’s about it.”

  “Yeah. Right.” He raised an eyebrow. “Co
me on. Spill it.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to give up on this, are you?”

  “Nope.”

  “Shit.” She grimaced. “Okay. I’ve had sex. It’s been—pleasant.” She took a breath. “But until you, until just now over there on the couch, I haven’t had an actual orgasm with a man.” Eden glared at him. “Is that what you wanted to know?”

  Sean stared at her. “Truly?”

  “I don’t lie.” She straightened her shoulders. “I’m just not a very sexual person.”

  He started to laugh, his whole body shaking as he roared.

  “I don’t think it’s that funny.” She looked offended.

  “It’s not funny. It’s utter bullshit.” His sides ached.

  “I can’t see—”

  He held up a hand to stop her from speaking and sucked in air. “You’re trying to tell me that the woman I just brought to a screaming orgasm, the woman with breasts a man could toy with for a week and not get bored, the woman with thighs and a body designed for the ultimate pleasure and a pussy that’s so hot and sweet I can still taste it—you’re trying to tell me that’s not a sexual woman?” He started to chuckle again. “Bullshit, Eden. Utter and complete bullshit.” He reached for her, pulled her off her stool and into his arms and kissed her. Thoroughly.

  By the time he was done, they were both panting.

  “Not a sexual woman? I don’t think so, sweetheart.” He quickly untied the robe and pulled it apart, ignoring her gasp. He slid from his stool and pressed his cock against her softness. “If you weren’t a sexual woman, I wouldn’t be hard as nails and desperate to get inside you.”

  “Oh.” Eden’s eyes turned sultry as he ground his hardness around her mound. “Oooh.”

  “And if you weren’t a sexual woman, we wouldn’t be going to do what we’re going to do now.”

  “What’s that?”

  “We’re going to dance. Together. Naked.”

  Chapter Six

  Eden’s jaw dropped as Sean stepped away from her and slowly stripped. Apparently he didn’t believe in wearing underwear on a Sunday.