Voluptuous

by Natasha Moore

  “How about you? A rebel or a toe-the-line kind of guy?” Dumb question. “No. You don’t need to answer that.”

  “Why not?”

  “You’re here with me, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah. But what does that have to do with rebelling?”

  She looked down at her pizza, pretending to study the pepperoni and onions. “Nothing.”

  “Because I don’t want to hear anything more about your size.” She shot him a sideways glance. His expression was dark, his voice even darker. He tipped her chin up with one finger, pinned her with his gaze. “Not. One. More. Word.”

  Shivery arousal bounced over her skin. The easygoing guy had a forceful side. She liked that. “Okay.”

  He kissed her again and when he dropped his hand she wanted to lean into his touch. They ate half the pizza while sitting side by side, chatting about their jobs, sharing stories about coworkers and bosses. Sam was back to being the easygoing guy but Meredith could feel the dark undercurrents of desire running between them. His eyes often swept over her with a burning gaze that made her squirm.

  “So I hear you’re looking forward to sex tonight,” he said.

  She laughed. She couldn’t help it. “I am. I hope I haven’t misread all the cues.”

  Sam wiped his hands on the napkin and tossed it onto his empty plate. Without another word, he reached over, grabbed her ankles and turned her sideways. Then he tugged her legs toward him, until her feet were resting in his lap.

  “I can’t believe you’re still wearing these heels,” he said. He slipped one, then the other off her feet. She moaned with pleasure.

  “I guess my mind was on other things,” she replied with a smile. “I was starving, you know.” Sam chuckled and began to rub her feet. She moaned again. “You sure know how to use your hands.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, don’t you doubt it.”

  Sweetheart? She shouldn’t like to hear him call her that. The memory would be even more bittersweet when he made his excuses and she still had to see him at work, knowing he’d seen her naked, knowing he’d had sex with her, knowing he’d called her sweetheart.

  She wouldn’t worry about it now. She couldn’t imagine anything changing her mind at this moment, even if he admitted to her that he was only interested in a one-night stand. She’d take it. She’d take him for one night.

  Sam’s hands began to travel up her legs. He tugged her closer until she was almost sitting in his lap. She braced herself with her hands on the floor behind her. Her dress was bunched up around her hips. Her ass was up against his hard thigh, her knees bent now across his legs. His hands stroked her thighs, running up and down from knees to groin and back again. Her thighs dropped open, giving him better access to her center.

  “Ah, Meredith,” he murmured. He leaned over and rubbed his thumbs over the silky center of her panties. “You’re so wet. So soft.” She squirmed to give him even more room and he pressed harder. She leaned back against her hands, shamelessly rocking her hips as his thumbs made large circles against her pussy.

  She realized she was panting, her mouth quickly becoming dry. She swallowed as she studied him. His attention was focused between her legs, so she could take advantage of the time to look at him. She devoured his handsome face, the straight nose, the half-lidded eyes, the rough and darkened jaw.

  Then she looked down and saw his tight, muscled arms between her fleshy, jiggly thighs. A blatant reminder that he had a nearly perfect body and hers was nowhere close to that.

  Meredith cleared her throat and pulled slowly away. She rose onto her knees and straddled his lap, making sure her dress was pulled down over her thighs.

  He looked as if he were trying not to frown, waiting to see what she was up to. She smiled as best she could and began to unbutton his shirt. “I want to see more of you.”

  He let her strip the shirt from his body and she swallowed again as she ran her hands over his hot chest. Dark hair tickled her palms. She slid up his lap so she could wrap her arms around him and drag her fingers down his back.

  Sam grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against him until she felt his hard cock behind his fly. Her hips rocked instinctively as she rode the thick length of his erection. Her nails dug into his back and she dropped her head back.

  “This. This is where I’ve wanted to be,” Sam said, his voice rough. He cupped her breasts, looked down at her with a hungry look. So hungry it made her shiver. He lowered his face to her cleavage, dropped a kiss to the top of each breast.

  Her breasts were large but they seemed to swell even more under his gaze. He caressed them gently, ran his lips over them. Her nipples, still caged in her deep-plunge bra, prickled. Meredith ran her fingers into his thick hair.

  Sam lifted his head and her fingers dropped away. His hands remained on each side of her breasts, pressing them together. “Don’t take this the wrong way but would you put your hands behind your back for me?”

  He asked the question softly but it still felt as if he’d slapped her. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

  “That’s not what I meant. I’m looking forward to you touching me. A lot. But I’ve been dreaming of being this close to these lovely breasts of yours since the moment I saw you in this dress. If you could give me a few unobstructed moments with them I would be eternally grateful.”

  “Seriously? Okay. But don’t you want to unzip the dress first?” Just far enough to release her breasts. “Don’t you want me to take off the bra?”

  “Not yet.” He grinned and his obvious enjoyment had her grinning back. “We’re not in any hurry, are we?”

  “No. I guess not.”

  “Good. Just put your hands behind your back now.”

  Meredith slowly drew her hands behind her back, tucking them into the small of her back and resting them on her ass. The deep V of her neckline left a good part of her breasts bare. Sam began to brush his fingers over the bare skin, so lightly at first that his touch was a mere tickle. But his strokes began to exert more pressure until he was almost kneading her flesh. As her breasts moved with his caresses, her beaded nipples rubbed against the lace of her bra, stimulating them even more.

  Her breathing picked up again. As he stimulated her nipples, sparks of arousal shot straight to her core, making her pussy even wetter, even needier. She rocked against his hardness again, another moan slipping out.

  Sam didn’t seem to notice. His focus was still on her breasts. He slipped one hand into her bra and skimmed his thumb over her nipple. She gasped and he smiled. He did it again. And again. She clasped her hands together behind her back, her nails biting into her palms so she didn’t reach for him. Didn’t unzip the dress so he would have better access to her breasts, to her needy nipples.

  But he seemed happy with his limited access. Perhaps he liked to tease.

  He ran his thumbnail over her nipple, then drew his hand out even as more sensations streaked between her legs. She groaned in frustration and he kissed her breast, right at the edge of the neckline.

  “I know, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I ache for you too.”

  “Then let’s do something about it,” she cried.

  “We will.” He grabbed her hips again and dragged her over his erection. “I want you too but I’ve been waiting so long for this, I don’t want to rush this.”

  His words fought their way through the buzz of arousal in her brain. “So long?”

  “Shh.” He kissed her softly, ran his hands down her arms until he reached her wrists and drew her hands back around to her front. “Is it time to get off the floor and into the bedroom?”

  “Yes.” She scooted off his lap and her pussy clenched with the need to be rubbing up against him again.

  Sam got to his feet and helped her up. The momentum brought her into his arms and his lips found hers. She opened her mouth to the press of his tongue and he plunged into her. Meredith sucked on him, mimicking the way she’d like him to be riding her tongue.

  He pulled her closer,
his palm flat against her back. His hard cock pressed into her round stomach and she moaned into his mouth.

  “Sam.” She wanted him now. Needed him now.

  “I know, sweetheart.” He gently released her and took a step away. “Stay right there.” He circled around behind her and as soon as he began to tug her zipper down, her urgency fled as self-consciousness rushed in to take its place.

  The lights were bright in the room. He’d be able to see her clearly. He might like her big boobs but she suddenly was not at all anxious for him to see the rest of her body. Her thick thighs were bad enough. Her heart pounded as she thought about her jiggly stomach, her enormous ass.

  The zipper was halfway down. She brought up her hands to stop the bodice from falling. “Wait.”

  “What’s the matter?” He drew the zipper down the rest of the way.

  “Can’t we go into the bedroom first?” The bedroom was dark. They could keep the lights off. Most guys wanted to keep the lights off.

  “Why?” There was an underlying warning in his voice, as if he knew what she was going to say and he wasn’t going to like it at all.

  “Look at all those windows,” she said, improvising. “I’m not an exhibitionist, remember?”

  “Sorry,” he said. “I can take care of that.”

  He strode over to the bank of window and drew the blinds quickly, smoothly. Her heart sank, her hands still clutched the bodice of the dress to her chest.

  Sam turned to her, triumph blazing in his eyes. “There.” He folded his arms over his impressive chest. “I’ll let you do the rest.”

  She swallowed. “The rest?”

  “Take off your dress. I want to see you now.”

  She was frozen in place. Maybe she was being foolish. She knew she had to get undressed to have the sex she’d been looking forward to but maybe it was better to stop this now. Before she ruined everything between them. Before he saw her body and realized he didn’t want to touch her after all. Before they’d both be embarrassed and not be able to look at each other at work ever again.

  “Meredith?”

  “I have to go now,” she mumbled. “This was a mistake.” She struggled to zip the dress back up. Sam was beside her in an instant, wrapping his fingers around her wrists and stopping her from her task.

  His expression was dark and serious. “A mistake? Are you saying everything we’ve done tonight, everything we’ve talked about tonight was a mistake? I’m a mistake?”

  “No. No. You mean more to me than any other guy I’ve ever been with. And…”

  “And what, sweetheart?”

  “I don’t want to see the look on your face when you get a good look at me. At my body.”

  “I said I didn’t want to hear you saying anything like that again. Remember?”

  She nodded.

  Sam grabbed the shoulders of her dress and yanked them down her arms. In an instant the dress fell to the floor. Meredith crossed her arms over her abdomen as she stood there in her bra and panties. Her face heated as he looked her over, his eyes shadowed. She knew what he saw.

  “You are a beautiful woman and it makes me angry to hear you talk about yourself so negatively.” Then an evil grin spread across his face. “I think you need a spanking.”

  Chapter Three

  Sam would have laughed at the shocked expression on Meredith’s face if he wasn’t so mad at her. “With all the kinky things you say you do in the bedroom, you’ve never been spanked?”

  She shook her head. Her face was a lovely shade of pink.

  “I’m up for pretty much anything, sweetheart. But I won’t let you talk down about yourself. You deserve a spanking.” He pushed the coffee table out of the way and sat down on the center of the sofa, then gestured her over. “Come here.”

  Meredith hesitated, caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She still wore the lacy bra and panties and he was looking forward to stripping them from her body. But that could wait. He’d never seen a woman as sexy as Meredith was at this moment. Her shiny golden hair shimmered around her shoulders. Her magnificent breasts were pushed up by the lacy bra and he liked to think they were an offering just for him. The matching panties hugged her lush hips and hid the treasures between her legs. And the ass that would soon turn red beneath his hand.

  “Now, Meredith.” He reached out to her and she met his gaze. Hers was a little nervous but he was sure he saw arousal there too. She took his hand and let him draw her over to him. He pulled her down. Her knees hit the cushion beside him but she didn’t immediately sprawl over his lap.

  “I don’t know,” she murmured.

  He cuffed one of her wrists with his fingers. “You’ve been a bad girl. You did what I expressly told you not to do. Don’t you think that deserves a punishment?”

  Her eyes were wide, bright. Her breathing became faster, shallower. Her lips quivered but she nodded slowly. “Yes sir.”

  His cock jerked at his kinky girl’s breathy agreement. He wanted to grin but he frowned instead. “Then don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

  She grimaced. “Next I suppose you’re going to tell me this is going to hurt you more than it will me.”

  He chuckled darkly. “Oh no, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy it.” He yanked and she fell over his lap.

  Meredith’s soft cry of surprise fueled his arousal even more. She struggled weakly but he realized she was really squirming to get into position. She flung her arms above her head and dropped her face to the cushion. Her ass was poised perfectly, tempting, teasing.

  Sam swept his hand over her panty-covered ass, caressing her, learning the curves. “This is a beautiful bottom,” he said. He slid his hand between her thighs. The silky center was wet and hot, just as he knew it would be. With both hands, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband at each side of her body. Slowly lifting, he bared her pale flesh as he drew the scrap of lace over her ass. She whimpered but he ignored the sound. He left the fabric just below her cheeks, so the lace would tickle and torment her pussy with every slap and twitch.

  She squirmed then and he held her down with one hand on her back while stroking the soft bare cheeks with the other. Her ass was perfect for spanking, wide and firm and so pale. He could already picture the luscious flesh turning red and hot under his hand. Her stomach rubbed against his already throbbing erection and he bit back a moan.

  “This is a beautiful bottom,” he repeated, letting his voice become deeper, darker. He slapped one cheek and then the other. Not too hard. Not yet. She gasped but didn’t move. “I don’t want you to say anything bad about it.” He slapped her again. And again. Harder. Faster.

  She cried out now with each new strike, the sound an erotic mixture of pained yelps and aroused moans. He began to vary the delivery, some slaps quick and sharp, others slow and heavy. It wouldn’t do for her to be able to anticipate the next blow too easily.

  Sam loved the way her pale skin quickly turned pink. How could she not understand how beautiful she was? “You are not to say anything bad about your body,” he growled. “Do you understand?”

  She whimpered again, nodded, her face buried in the cushion.

  He stopped for a moment, let his stinging palm rest heavily on her warm flesh. Meredith’s short panting breaths were nearly as loud as her cries had been. He slid his fingers down to where the edge of her panties rubbed her pussy. The fabric was drenched with her fragrant moisture. He slipped a couple fingers beneath the lace and teased the slick flesh there. When she began to wriggle, her stomach ground against his aching cock and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep this up.

  Had she learned her lesson yet?

  “This is a beautiful bottom,” he repeated. If she heard it enough times, maybe she’d believe it. He continued to spank her, the sharp sounds ringing through the room. If he paused in his strikes, she pushed her ass up into his hand, arching her back and silently begging for more. He grinned and gave her more.

  He realized his heavy bre
athing had become as loud as hers. His arousal every bit as strong. His palm was hot and red too.

  “This is a beautiful bottom,” he said again. He brushed back her golden hair so he could see her face. “I want you to say it.”

  “What?” She looked over her shoulder at him and he could see her eyes were glazed with arousal. She was still panting, her pink lips parted.

  He rubbed his hand over her ass. It was hot and red enough. No more spanking tonight. He hoped he’d gotten his point across. “Repeat after me, sweetheart. This is a beautiful bottom.”

  She rolled her eyes at him and dropped her head back down onto the sofa.

  Sam grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back up. “Say it, Meredith. This is a beautiful bottom.”

  “Sam…”

  “Say it.”

  She swallowed, moistened her lips with a sweep of her tongue. “Okay. This is a beautiful bottom.”

  She didn’t say it as if she meant it but it was a start. He slid her panties the rest of the way down her legs and tossed them onto the floor. Her pink pussy lips caught his attention as they glistened between her legs. He couldn’t resist running his fingers through the slick flesh again. Her musky scent rose around them. She cried out from his touch and lifted her hips, begging for more from him.

  “Relax, sweetheart. Leave your head down on the cushion.”

  He plunged two fingers into her core, thrusting over and over, savoring the sound, the scent, the sensation of her slick channel clenching around him. His cock ached and he longed to being buried fully in her hot flesh. But first he would build her arousal even higher.

  When he dragged his fingers from her body, he spread her cream through her folds, circling the tight little clit. She jerked when he played lightly with the sensitive bundle of nerves, bouncing his finger against it and feeling it swell beneath his touch. So pretty.

  Before he could bring her over the edge too quickly, he lifted his fingers and licked her cream from his fingers, getting a sample of her unique taste. She whined and wiggled her ass but she stayed in place. He could hear her soft panting as she waited for him to make his next move.