His Curvy Woman

by Leigh, Elisa

  Hunter has pulled over a few moving boxes making a temporary coffee table of sorts and put the pizza boxes on them. I set our plates on top of the pizzas and go back to the kitchen and root around in his refrigerator to find something other than water. I find an unopened case of A&W Root Beer and my stomach warms when I see it, realizing he must have bought it for me. The man isn’t a big soda drinker unless that’s changed over the past several years, but I highly doubt it.

  I walk back out to the living room with my root beer and a bottle of Michelob Ultra for him, then sit down beside him and hand him his drink. “Thanks, Lee.”

  I smile and curl my legs under me as we settle in to eat. Netflix is loaded on his television, and I’m curious about what he’s going to pick out for us. “What are we watching?”

  “How do you feel about The Umbrella Academy?” He asks.

  “Have you seen it yet?” I ask and take a bite of the pasta.

  “I’ve watched the season once, but after reading the comics, I want to do a rewatch.”

  “You got the comics, too? As soon as I watched the first episode, I was hooked, and when I finished the season, I found the comic books on Amazon and ordered all of them.”

  He clinks his beer against my soda. “Same girl, same.”

  I start laughing, “Just press play Hunt.” Then I take another bite of my pasta. He’s quiet and doesn’t do anything, so I look over and see him staring at me with a warm look in his eyes. “What?”

  “You’re going to see Lee, I’m going to show you every day how perfect we are for each other.”

  “Okay, Hunter. You keep showing me, and I won’t fight it.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  We share a smile that means we’re both in, all in, on this journey. I can’t be more excited to see what happens. Hunter presses play on episode one, and we dig into our dinner.

  After we finish eating, Hunter cleans everything up while I go and wash up. Pizza is greasy, and I don’t want any of that getting in the way of stealing a few kisses. I walk to the master bathroom, and while I’m washing my hands, I notice a picture taped to his mirror that I didn’t take notice of before. It’s a picture of Hunter and I at one of the pool parties my parents threw the last summer we spent together. We both look like babies compared to now, Hunter free of the colorful ink that I can’t stop staring at now. I pull the picture from the mirror and study it. We’re both in bathing suits smiling at the camera. His arm is thrown over the back of my chair, and he’s leaning in close. I’m so busy staring at the picture in my hands that I’m startled when Hunter comes in and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, and rests his chin on my shoulder.

  “I love that picture of us.” He murmurs against my ear, making me shiver in anticipation.

  “Can you get me a copy?” I all but whisper, unable to keep the emotion out of my voice.

  He places an open-mouthed kiss against my neck. “Sure baby, whatever you want.” He tells me in a husky voice that makes my pussy wet.

  Hunter slips his hands under my shirt and starts rubbing my stomach as he kisses up and down my neck, sucking and nipping my skin. His hands are on my biggest trouble area, and I can’t help it when I try pushing his hands away, not comfortable with him touching my soft stomach that is in no way flat to the touch. Instead of pulling away, he stops and holds onto me firmly and looks at me through our reflections in the mirror.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  My cheeks burn in embarrassment. How do I explain my insecurities to him without ruining this moment? “I don’t want you to touch my stomach.”

  He gives me a look that tells me he doesn’t understand. “Why?”

  I struggle to get it out but figure what the hell. “You’re probably used to women who are in better shape than I am. I don’t have a tight, toned stomach. Instead, I have chub that covers my stomach.”

  “I don’t care about that baby. Work out, don’t work out, it doesn’t matter to me. All I care about is that you’re happy with how you look. I think you’re fucking beautiful though if you hadn’t already figured that out.”

  I grimace and shake my head. “Don’t lie to me, Hunter. The other women you’ve-”

  “Stop fucking talking about other women Whitley.” He growls. “The last time I touched a woman, I was sixteen and had no idea what the hell I was doing.”

  My eyes get big, and my mouth pops open, my lips forming an ‘o.’ “Why?”

  “Honestly, I wasn’t really interested after my first time. It was awkward and not as satisfying as it gets talked up to be. We were fumbling teenagers that met on a camping trip that I took with my parents the summer before junior year, and it meant nothing. We didn’t even talk after since she left the next day. Have there been women who have thrown themselves at me, sure, but by that time I knew who I wanted to be with. It didn’t feel right to be with anyone when you were already mine in my heart.”

  “But you’re so good looking. Like you could be on the cover of a magazine or a romance book. Why would you want me?”

  “I worked out to keep myself busy, and it just turned into a way of life for me. I’m inked because it tells the stories I wasn’t able to share out loud. I’m here with you because ever since I saw a picture Ramsey posted of you in a swimsuit sitting next to James in the pool one summer, I couldn’t help but stare and wonder what you would look like if I tore that flimsy tankini off your curvy body. He was sitting too close to you, and I wanted to beat the shit out of one of my oldest friends. I’ve never been attracted to any woman the way that I’m attracted to you, Whitley.” He shakes his head. “Screw it, you aren’t going to believe me until I show you.”

  He unties the back of my halter top and lets the ties fall, exposing some of my cleavage. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, he pulls it up and over my head then tosses it to the ground. My black strapless bra is barely containing my size 38DD tits. He grabs my tits in his large hands, and squeezes them, making me moan. My nipples harden to diamond points. He pulls on them over and over until my panties are soaking wet and I’m on the verge of coming. He unhooks my bra, and it falls to the ground as he holds my tits in his hands, massaging my naked flesh, then pinches my nipples. I moan and drop my head against his chest and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on me. He pinches my nipples harder than before, making my eyes pop open and look at him in the mirror.

  “Watch me.” He growls and nips my earlobe.

  I shift against him, my panties soaked just from his touch. My ass meets his thick cock, trying to break free of his jeans. Jesus! He pinches me again, and my eyes fly to his hands.

  “I love how big these titties are baby. The way they fill my hands and then some. The way they’re going to bounce when I’m fucking you.”

  Hunter’s hands drop from around my breasts and travel over my ribcage and down my stomach. I can’t help but suck in a breath, trying to suck in my chub as much as I can without him noticing. “This is where you’ll carry my babies. I don’t care if it’s toned or has more curves than others. I love it because it’s you, and I love how soft you are here.” His feather-light touch is intoxicating, and I’m in no hurry for him to quit his exploration of me.

  His hands go to the button of my jeans, and my heart falls to my stomach. No one has ever done this before. I’ve barely touched myself here. He unbuttons my jeans and starts pulling them over my ass. He falls to his knees behind me and places kisses down my back as he pulls my jeans down my legs and helps me step out of them. Once my jeans are off, he throws them to the side then runs his hands up and down my calves, then over my knees and up my thighs.

  I’m biting my lip, nervous yet excited about what he’ll do next. Hunter looks up at me, meeting my stare. “Do you want me to stop?”

  I shake my head back and forth, making him smile. “No, don’t stop.”

  “Good, I wasn’t planning on it.”

  Chapter 8

  Hunter

  I never would have imagined Wh
itley was insecure about her body because of how beautiful she is, there’s no reason for her to feel that way. It blows my mind that she finds herself anything less than the sexy woman she is. If she needs this, needs me to show her just how fucking beautiful every inch of her is, I’m more than happy to be the man to do it.

  That black cotton thong is teasing me, begging me to rip it off of her thick luscious body. All I can think about is shoving my face in her dripping cunt and tasting her sweet nectar. My woman needs slow. If I’m correct, which I fucking hope I am, I’m the first man to touch her like this, and I’ll be the fucking last. I’ll show her just what it means to be desired for the queen that she is. I grab her ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze them before spreading them apart and kneading them with my fingers.

  I spank her ass cheek lightly, earning a well-deserved gasp from Whitley. She’s watching everything I’m doing to her in the mirror, and it’s making this even hotter than if I were doing this to her on the bed twenty feet away from us. My dick is pressing against my zipper, begging to be let out, so I pop the button on my jeans and slide my zipper down. My dick bobs free against my stomach, and I give it three strokes before pinching the head to keep from coming. The only thing keeping me from getting a taste of her sweet pussy is this thong, it’s got to go, now!

  “Turn around Whitley.” I all but growl.

  She studies me in the mirror before doing as I say. Starting at her knees, I kiss up her inner thighs until I reach her pussy. Before I can do anything else, she squeezes her legs together and covers her pussy with her hands. Slow down Hunter, this isn’t a race, it’s a marathon. I tell myself when I look up and see the apprehension in her eyes.

  I stand from my kneeled position and quickly tuck myself back into my jeans. The last thing I’m going to do is rush her into something just so I can find relief. I’d rather die than have her regret our first time. I wrap my arm around her waist and then kiss her lips softly. “Put your arm around my neck baby.” She studies me warily and whatever she finds there puts her at ease. As soon as she slings her arm around my neck, I sweep my arm behind her knees and lift her up, then carry her over to my bed. I set her down slowly in the middle and lay her against my pillows, then cover her up with the sheet and quilt. I drop a kiss on her head and tell her I’ll be right back.

  I walk out to the living room and check to make sure all the doors are locked then set the alarm. Security has always been important to me since we were taken into protective custody. I had never thought much about it before. Now that Whitley is in my home, she’s under my protection. If anything ever happened to her, especially if it were due to my negligence, I’d never forgive myself. Seeing Whitley’s purse sitting on the kitchen counter, I grab it then turn off the lights and walk back to my room. When I get there, Whitley is sitting up in bed, the sheet covering her perfect tits looking on the verge of tears. “Are you mad at me because I wasn’t ready?”

  I shake my head. “Fuck no, baby!” I set her purse down on the floor near her side of the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed and run my thumb along her bottom lip. “I’m sorry I went too fast. I’ve been thinking about what I’d do to this body once I finally got my hands on you. My brain shut off, and instinct took over, but I don’t want to rush you into something you’re not ready for.”

  She laughs at her own expense. “It was that obvious?”

  I laugh and rub the back of my neck. “Ah, just a little bit.” I pinch my two fingers together.

  She laughs and smacks my chest with the back of her hand, not hurting me. “Hunter, I’m so embarrassed. No one has ever touched me there before. The closer you got to my…”

  “Pussy.” I offer, making her blush a deep red.

  She clears her throat. “The closer you got to my pussy, the more I started freaking out.”

  “Don’t freak out, baby. There is plenty of time for us to explore.”

  As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Whitley’s tongue pops out of hers and wets her bottom lip. Her legs shift under the sheets, and I can’t help but wonder how wet her pussy is between her thick thighs. “Do you want that baby? Do you want to explore? Do you want me to make you feel good without worrying about having sex tonight?”

  “Are you sure? You don’t mind?” She asks.

  I smile and stand from the bed. With my eyes on Whitley’s, I reach behind me and pull my shirt up and over my head, throwing it to the ground. She studies the ink on my chest hungrily. One day I’ll explain what they mean, but right now I’m on a mission, to make her comfortable with my touch. Next, I pop the button on my jeans and lose them quickly. At the last minute, I decide to leave my boxer briefs on, not wanting to push her too far. I hit the switch to turn the lights off then go back to bed and lie down beside her.

  “Fuck,” I mumble.

  “What’s wrong?” She giggles.

  “I need a lamp for in here.”

  “You need a hell of a lot more than a lamp Hunter. You don’t have anything.” She teases.

  Finding her middle, I tickle her soft stomach making her giggle, which turns into a full throaty laugh. It sounds like the one I remember from when we were kids, but different, older. My dick, which has gone down some from earlier, swells in my briefs and a drop of precum forms at my tip, making me groan. The mood swiftly changes, and a heated silence descends.

  Leaning over Whitley, I hold her cheek in the palm of my hand. Her hand slides over my stomach then travels up my chest and around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. Our lips connect in a heated kiss, our tongues dueling for authority. Ending our kiss, my tongue travels along her chin, nipping as I go until I reach her ear and tug her lobe into my mouth and bite, making her moan. “Your body is so fucking beautiful Whitley. I’m getting lost in it, lost in you. I’m going to taste every inch of you until no spot is undiscovered.”

  “Yes.” She moans.

  Traveling down her neck, I leave kiss after wet kiss until I reach her tits. Squeezing them together in my hands, I suck a nipple into my mouth and pull it between my teeth. I switch back and forth between nipples until Whitley is writhing beneath me, begging me to take away the ache building inside her.

  “Hunter, please…I need more.” She begs again.

  Kissing down her stomach, I reach her pussy and slowly start to pull her thong down her hips. “Is this okay baby?”

  “Yes,” she moans.

  I kneel between her thighs and pull her thong down her legs and toss it to the side. Once she’s bare before me, I run my hands up her calves and over her knees. “Scoot up baby and sit up against the wall.”

  Once she’s done what I’ve asked her to do, I part her thighs with my hands. She sucks in an audible breath, and I look up to see that she’s watching me intently. “Don’t look away, Whitley. I want you to watch, so you know how bad I want you. How bad I need the taste of you on my tongue.” Instead of answering, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nods.

  Using both of my thumbs, I rub them against the outer part of her wet lips, making her shiver. I do it again and again, slowly getting her used to my touch. I slip one of my thumbs inside her, stroking her back and forth. When I look up to make sure she’s still with me, I find that she’s massaging her tits and pulling on her taut nipples. Damn, this woman is going to have me coming in my briefs before I even get her off.

  Using my wet thumb, I rub slow rhythmic circles over and around her clit. The first time I do this, she jerks her pelvis up and moans, but I don’t show her any relief. I lay my forearm against her belly and continue to draw circles around her clit. She’s writhing under my touch and moaning my name. “How does it feel to have your man take care of you, baby? Hmm?”

  “Soo good.” She moans as I continue pleasuring her.

  “Should I get a taste?”

  Her hooded eyes and jerk of her head tell me everything I need to know, but I want to hear the words. “Say it, baby, tell me you want me to lick your pussy.”

  “I want you to lick m
y pussy, Hunter.”

  I part her lips with the pads of my thumbs and blow against her center, then flatten my tongue and lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top. I suck her clit into my mouth and thrust a finger inside her, in and out until I can fit two fingers inside her.

  “Oh my god Hunter, it feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  “Not on my fucking life, baby. I’m not stopping until your cum is dripping off my face and covering my tongue. Now watch as I make your tight virgin pussy come.”

  I suck on her clit and thrust my fingers inside her over and over. The walls of her pussy squeeze my fingers, and I can only imagine the pleasure she’ll bring me when my dick is sliding in and out of her. Just the image of it has my balls drawing up tight and tingles shoot up my spine. I pull her clit between my teeth and bite down just hard enough that she explodes around my fingers. I don’t stop fingering her pussy until the last of her shocks start to die off. It’s only then that I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean. “It’s not enough.” I groan. I shove my face into her pussy and bathe my face in it, licking her clean all the while stroking my shaft, on the verge of coming myself.

  “Let me watch you.” She moans.

  Sitting up on my knees, I stroke my dick, and to my surprise, she reaches down with her hand and starts rubbing her puffy clit. With her eyes trained on what my hand is doing to my dick, she moans, and I watch a pearl of her cum slide out of her pussy and down to her ass. Fuck that’s all it takes, and I’m coming. White cum shoots out of my cock and splashes against her thighs and her pretty pussy. This sets her off, and she’s coming again, writhing against my sheets, bringing herself to orgasm. When she’s wrung every last bit of pleasure out of her, she looks away.

  “What is it, baby?”

  She looks back at me and bites her lip. “I’ve never been able to make myself come before.”