Weighting for Christmas

by A. J. Harmon

  “Yet that’s what people look at. This!” I finally look at myself in the mirror.

  “And this is beautiful too. Stop selling yourself short. Start seeing yourself as the exquisite woman that you are.”

  “But there’s nothing special about me,” I shrug. “Are we done yet?”

  “No, not by a long shot.”

  And he unhooks my bra.

  I stop breathing.

  He tosses the lacey contraption aside and I see him staring at my reflection, his mouth open and his eyes hooded. He releases my wrists and cups my breasts with his hands. Gently squeezing, I feel his hips press into my ass and I know that he is not unhappy with what he’s seen. The long hard rod in his jeans is pressing into my flesh and almost tips me off balance.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he whispers against my skin as his hands continue to clutch my fleshy mounds in adoration.

  Almost as if with regret, he removes his hands and then grabs at the elastic waistband of my panties and pushes them down my thighs. I help a little and then step out of them, and stand before the mirror utterly naked, both physically and emotionally.

  “Don’t hurt me,” I implore.

  “Never,” he growls. “You are the treasure that I have been searching for. I will cherish you. I will honor you. I will worship you, but I will never hurt you.”

  Is it crazy that I believe him? Am I being a fool for thinking that he could actually be the one?

  He takes me by the hand again and leads me to the bed. I sit down and he gently pushes me back and kneels on the bed next to me. I scoot up until my head is resting on a pillow but Chad has stayed put. He reaches for my left foot and lifts it to his lips. Shit’s getting real.

  The second his lips touch my skin a colossal shudder overtakes my body and I shake involuntarily.

  “Cold?”

  I shake my head.

  He smiles and kisses my ankle. I do believe I will be shaking a lot over the next little while, or maybe a long while, but the agony of anticipation just might be worth it.

  “These legs,” he says between the kisses he places on my calf and shin, “are sculpted perfectly. When you wore those heels last night and I saw these defined muscles with every step you took, you took my breath away. And your thighs? You focus on what you call dimples. But they are strong and healthy and make you run and walk and stand tall.”

  I can’t help myself. The tears are running down my temples. His words are beautiful.

  Chad places my leg back on the bed and then climbs over me, straddling my knees. I am so exposed… so vulnerable. I’m scared and hesitant about what is to come.

  He leans over and kisses my hip bone and I gasp with the sensuality of it all.

  “Your hips are perfectly proportioned. I love the way they have a slight sway when you walk. It makes me crazy,” he says as he kisses the other hip.

  He leans forward and kisses my stomach. I don’t know what I’m feeling. The anticipation of him giving me oral sex is thrilling, as it will be my first time, but I hate that he is now focused on my fat.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” he muses.

  “I hope not,” I mutter under my breath.

  “I’ll get there, I promise.”

  Fuck! He really does know what I’m thinking. I need to be more careful.

  “And I know you hate this part of your body, probably hate it the very most. But you shouldn’t. Your stomach is beautiful too. I love that you aren’t ashamed to eat… that you love food. I love that you are healthy and don’t have weird hang ups about the food you eat and try starving yourself to make yourself skinny. So many women do and I wish I could tell them all that they are beautiful, no matter their size or shape.”

  “Not like this, I hope.”

  Chad laughs and his lips tickle against my skin.

  “No. Definitely not like this. This is reserved for just you.” He kisses me again. “Your stomach will one day carry a baby that will be made from love. It will be nurtured inside you and it will be the sexiest thing ever. I promise you.”

  The tears are flowing again. “How can you say such lovely things?”

  “Because it’s the truth, Kate. You must know that I think you are the most stunning and appealing woman I have ever met. I plan on ravishing you for as long as you’ll allow me the privilege.”

  This guy can’t be for real.

  “Now,” he whispers in complete reverence as he takes my breasts in his hands again. “Let the ravishing begin.”

  I feel like this is the moment my whole adult life has been leading up to. Does that sound shallow? At this moment, with my nipple in Chad’s mouth, I don’t care.

  I arch my back, an uncontrollable reaction to the intense fervor building. His tongue is unadulterated perfection as it rolls over my buds driving them wild and sending sparks flying deep in my core.

  “A feast I will never tire of.” He changes breasts and takes my other nipple in his mouth and I groan with pleasure. “I think you can probably tell I really like these,” he smiles. “But I want you to know that you’d be just as sexy without them. Big boobs are only sexy when attached to an incredible sexy woman, and believe me, you are a very sexy woman.”

  I’m hearing his words, but it’s so hard to concentrate when his teeth are nipping at me and my hips are thrusting up trying to find relief.

  “It’s time,” I demand, no longer able to wait for him.

  “Is it?” he grins as he looks up at me.

  I nod feverishly. “Please?”

  “With pleasure.”

  Kissing between my breasts, Chad moves lower and lower, and then even lower until he his lips touch the triangle of hair that covers me. The sensation is so erotic that I can no longer breathe. He kisses and licks and then moves even lower.

  He lifts himself up so that he can spread my legs wide apart and then lies in between them, his face hovering just millimeters above the most intimate part of me.

  “Relax,” he soothes. “Breathe.”

  I try but the anticipation is too much.

  “Enjoy,” he smiles and then licks, his tongue parting me and allowing him access to all he desires.

  I cry out as his tongue touches my clit. The frenzy he’s elicited as his tongue sweeps over and over my engorged nub is extraordinary and I see stars as I close my eyes and let my body feel every tingle, every shiver, and finally, every shudder as my orgasm rips through me without warning. It’s like I am exploding into a brilliant burst of euphoria. My hands grip my duvet as my hips lurch upwards in delirious heat.

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

  I doubt that anything in my life after this moment will ever compare to the intoxication I feel right now.

  “Good?” Chad asks, lifting his head and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “Yes,” I moan as the tremors fade.

  I feel him smile as he lays his head on my stomach.

  “You are delicious.”

  “Thank you?” I squirm with embarrassment.

  His rumbling chuckle puts me at ease a little. My eyelids are heavy and my body is spent. My orgasm was better than working out on the elliptical machine. My muscles are like jello and I doubt I could walk to the bathroom without collapsing in exhaustion.

  I don’t know how long we’ve been laying here, Chad’s still on my tummy, my fingers caressing his head as we catch our breath.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, wondering if perhaps he’s asleep.

  My question is answered as he lifts up his head and pushes himself up onto his elbows. “I’ve got a lot more for you, Kate,” he grins.

  Just the tone of his voice and the promise of his words has my blood beginning to boil again. The pulsing between my legs and the pebbling of my nipples is virtually instant and he sees it as I unconsciously lick my lower lip.

  “Take your jeans off. Now.”

  He doesn’t move immediately and just as I’m about to repeat myself, he leaps off me and onto the floor.

  “You do
n’t have to ask me twice,” he chuckles and shrugs out of his jeans.

  Commando. Oh, God! He goes commando.

  There, before me, just above eye level, is his package. Fuck! He does have the heavy duty package. I can’t help but smile. It’s a predatory smile as I again lick my lips. This will be the best night of my life. Guaranteed.

  There isn’t an ounce of fat on him… anywhere! How? How can he be so attracted to me and my dimpled thighs? But I won’t think about that right now.

  Until he clicks the lamp on.

  “I want to see your face,” he says as he climbs on the bed and crawls over to me so he’s hovering above me. “I need to see your face.”

  The sun has set and the shadows have disappeared for another day. The darkness that surrounded us has been replaced by a forty-watt bulb.

  I open my legs and he nestles in between my thighs, bracing himself on his forearms by my sides. Without blinking, our eyes locked, his tip is poised at my opening and with expert precision Chad slides inside me, my walls still dripping from my orgasm just moments ago. As he holds still, I attempt to relax and acclimate to his humongous iron package. I admit that it’s been a long while and Chad is most definitely well-endowed.

  He gives me a moment to adjust, his eyes fixated on mine. He takes his time and I derive pleasure from every miniscule move he makes. He leans in and kisses me, eyes still open and laser-focused. He casually retreats and then pushes his way back inside me, making sure to grind against my clit. I take a deep breath and he takes it as a sign – I’m ready.

  With a gradual withdrawal, he leaves me empty… and full of anticipation. And when I think maybe he’s done, he slams into me with a voracity that leaves me stunned for a second. The pounding continues with unabashed lust and heat. He’s gone from zero to sixty faster than imaginable and I’m loving every single thrust. I try to match him, rolling my hips to connect fully with each stroke of pleasure and our rhythm becomes perfectly in sync.

  Sweat drips from our bodies and our eyes remain glued on one another, watching each gasp, each lip bite, and every moment of ecstasy.

  “Are you close?” he gulps.

  I’m not, but I’m so turned on. “I’m sorry,” I grimace.

  “You will come.”

  “Promise?”

  “You can be sure of it,” he grins wickedly. “You will be satisfied.”

  The slamming stops and he changes his hip movement from up and down to side to side, his cock never retreating from my heat, but pressing and grinding into me. His skill level? Expert.

  “Yes!” I whisper. “Yes!”

  “Come on, baby. Come on.”

  He continues to grind against my clit, his cock writhing inside me until…

  “I’m there!” I scream as I buck my hips, grabbing hold of his and holding our bodies still as the throbbing turns to flutters and then straight to explosion. My walls contract and my body quivers as I release my grip on him. Chad’s back arches and stiffens, he pumps twice more and then a guttural cry escapes his lips as he fills me with his warmness. I feel his ejaculation so strongly and I see the intensity in his face as he reaches the peak of satisfaction.

  As he collapses on me, allowing his full weight to cover me, his breathing labored, he says softly, “You, Kate Evans, are the woman I have been waiting for and I am never letting you go.”

  He doesn’t see me smile, and he doesn’t see the tears of happiness either.

  *****

  We’ve slept soundly. Chad rolled off me, turned off the lamp and gathered me in his arms and we slept, limbs entwined, for hours. Just as well, too, as I was absolutely exhausted.

  The first sliver of morning light is peeking through the sheer curtains over the sliding glass door to the balcony. I’m not usually a morning person, but if there’s any possible way I could extricate myself from Chad and the duvet, I would love to be outside for the sunrise.

  I slowly pull my arm away and then move a leg. He doesn’t move. So far, so good. Another arm and a shoulder and I am almost free. Chad exhales and moves. I freeze. His breathing returns to deep even breaths and I am safe, with the exception of my hair.

  Fuck!

  I swear it is wrapped around his bicep and the more I pull, the tighter the knot. I grab a handful of hair close to my scalp and yank… once. I’ve escaped, but left a clump of hair on the pillow.

  Fuck! That hurt!

  I silently roll out of bed and grab a fleece blanket off the chair and wrap it tightly around me. I pull back the curtains and click the lock open on the door. Inch by inch, I open it at an excruciatingly slow pace. A snail could move faster. I am quiet though, and Chad remains asleep as I step out onto the concrete balcony.

  The morning is chilly. It’s still spring and takes a while for the sun to heat up the cool earth. I clutch the blanket a little tighter and inhale the crisp morning air.

  There is a change in me. I feel it as strongly as I’ve ever felt anything. And yes, Chad has played a pivotal role, even being the catalyst for the blossoming transformation I feel.

  And although the sex was life altering (Yes. It was that good! He was that good!), it isn’t just about the sex. I think it was a critical element that has played a monumental part, but it’s Chad. Chad, the man who has helped me to change my body, change my life, and filled my heart.

  I think that after last night I can admit to having fallen in love with him that very first day in the gym, or at least falling in lust with him. Every session, every time we were together, he has been the man I’ve needed him to be. The truth is, I want to be the woman he needs me to be. It is an eye-opening epiphany that I can choose to be a better person, not only for him, but for myself. If I try to please him, and him only, it won’t last… it won’t stick… it’s not truthful or authentic. But I can be better for me.

  A giddy smile spreads across my face as I sense Chad behind me. Strong warm arms envelope me and a kiss is pressed on the top of my head.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Good morning. Howdya sleep?”

  “Like I’d just had the best sex of my life,” he chuckles.

  “Me too,” I admit happily. “You wore me out.”

  “But sleep revived you, right?”

  I spin around in his arms and see the sexy grin on his face. He leans in and kisses me, a kiss that curls my toes and leaves no doubt that he has an itch that needs to be scratched.

  “Come back to bed,” he says in a bedroom voice that rivals any English accent I’ve ever heard. I have a thing for British actors and the way they talk. But they have all just been beaten out by those four little words. I wonder if Chad can be the voice for my GPS in my new car?

  “I’m coming,” I grin.

  “You will be. Give me a few minutes.”

  Fuck!

  By the time I’ve thrown off the blanket and we’re back in bed, Chad is rock hard and I’m wet and ready. He lies on his back and it’s my turn to straddle him. I admit to still being self-conscious. That’s not going away overnight. But the way he looks at me almost makes me cry. There is such an eagerness in his expression, a hunger for me! It’s truly astonishing to me that of all the women he can have, he wants me.

  And then a thought flashes through my mind.

  “What?” he asks, stilling as he notes my furrowed brow.

  “Are you… are you… seeing anyone else?” I stutter.

  In an instant he is upright, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “God, no. You are the one and only, Kate. I think I’d had you as a client for about a week when I acknowledged that I was falling for you.”

  “Really?” I’m shocked to say the least.

  “Really.”

  “But I was a good twenty pounds heavier!”

  “Why won’t you believe me when I say it’s not about your weight? It’s about what’s here.” He thrusts his finger at my temple and then at the curve of my breast, right above my heart. “You are such an amazing woman, Kate. Any man would be thrilled
to be with you.”

  That makes me laugh… out loud.

  “It’s true,” he insists. “Now, do you believe me that I’m not seeing anyone else?”

  I nod.

  The sexy grin comes back. “Good. Now, may I fuck you please?”

  “Hell, yes,” I exclaim and lift my hips as he lies back down. I impale myself on his cock and cry out in ecstasy as he fills me completely. This is the money angle for sure. I lean forward and place my hands on the bed on either side of his biceps and Chad holds on tight to my hips as I ride him. As he bucks, I slam down, and as he pulls out, I squeeze my channel, making him gasp, and I lift upwards, and then we repeat the motion over and over again. With each thrust his tip is stroking my G-spot and with each roll of my hips, my clit is throbbing as it grinds against hard muscle under his wiry hair. It feels like mere seconds before the quivers begin and I am screaming his name.

  “Chad! Chad, I’m coming.”

  “Hold… on… just… one… more… and… ARGH!! Go baby, go!”

  I do believe I see rapture. Is that possible? It must be because I see it as I throw my head back, my eyes closed, my teeth biting my bottom lip as my body shudders in delirium. I can feel his forceful explosion inside me and together we experience bliss.

  It’s my turn to collapse on him, his arms wrapping around me and caressing my back as our pulses race and bodies sweat.

  “I need donuts.”

  *****

  “Shall we stay in and I’ll make you dinner?” Chad asks mid-afternoon.

  We spent the morning in bed… not sleeping, and then took a shower… together. It was amazing. Then Chad ran to the coffee shop a block away and bought a dozen donuts – there isn’t one left – and we cuddled on the sofa and watched college baseball. Well, Chad watched and I snuggled. It was perfect.

  “Fuck!” I burst out.

  “What?” Chad looks worried.

  “It’s Sunday,” I sigh.

  “Yeah, so?”

  “Sunday dinner,” I frown.

  “Huh?”

  “I have to go to my parent’s house for Sunday dinner.”