Sexting Curves (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Wick, Christa

  He pushed between my shoulder blades as he grabbed my left knee and pulled it towards him. "Head between your legs."

  "I think I'm going to puke."

  "No, you're not." The words emerged softly but were clearly a command. He rubbed his palm up and down my back, like a mother trying to soothe an infant. "Take slow, deep breaths."

  His voice cracked at the end and his hand stopped rubbing to rest flat against the lower back of my neck. The warmth of his touch seeped into my skin, relaxing the muscles in my neck and shoulders. I managed to slow my breathing.

  He shifted a little as his free hand dipped into his ACU pocket and retrieved my phone. I thought for a second he would finally give the phone back. I lifted my head just enough from between my legs to look at him.

  "Not there yet, baby. Concentrate on breathing." He lightly pressed my head down. His hand returned to the same spot at the base of my neck, his thumb lightly stroking the curve between my throat and shoulder.

  The clicks coming from the phone told me he was navigating its menu. Every few clicks, the thumb stroking my flesh stopped or slowed. Trying hard not to shake, I mentally inventoried the phone's contents. Dozens of texts to Emy graphically detailed all the things I wanted to do to Logan and have done to me. Plus there were half a dozen pictures, just as graphic, that I hadn't deleted.

  When audio started playing, I remembered there was more than just text and photos. There was a video at least thirty seconds long showing the vibrator in me, my hips rocking, clit pinched between my fingertips as I moaned Logan's name.

  I turned my head just enough that I could watch his face. He chewed at his lower lip, the right nostril flaring as his brow arched high. He flinched the slightest bit when, given the sounds coming from the speaker, I came. He cleared his throat, the noise small and muted, and then he turned the phone off and shoved it back in his pocket.

  He had stopped stroking me while the video played. Now the palm of his hand massaged its way up my neck. His fingers spread out then threaded through my hair in a tight grip. Gently yet forcefully, he pulled me up until my back was against the cushion, his other hand curled against my lower stomach to keep me trapped.

  Gaze locked on my face, Logan smoothed his fingers down to the hem of my skirt. He lifted its edge and rubbed the flat of his nails softly along my inner thigh, front to back. The hand cradling my head slid closer to my face. His fingers caressed a slow, tight circle behind my ear lobe.

  Beneath the skirt, his fingers whispered along my skin until they reached the lower band of my panties. He leaned in, his breath soft against my skin as his lips grazed the rim of my mouth. He slipped a finger under the band while his tongue darted out to part my lips with a curling lick that left me arching towards him when he pulled away. His mouth descended again, his tongue and fingers bolder. The calloused pad of his fingertip found my clit, stroked up it as his tongue penetrated my mouth.

  I shivered, moaned, my body begging for another stroke.

  He took his finger away, found the bottom of my clit once again and ran another line up it just as he licked inside my mouth. Whimpering, I flexed my hips. The whole time he kept tracing that circle below my ear, the soft, constant swirl making my upper body melt against the cushion as my hips started to rock.

  My slow, deep breaths were obliterated by the ghost of his fingers moving up and up and up my clit. He stopped kissing me, teasing me instead with the faintest brush of his lips around my mouth, along my jaw.

  Then he stared at me, his gaze holding mine, his thumb massaging the pressure point near my jaw while his fingers softly swept another line up the spine of my pussy, followed by another, one more and...

  I gripped the edge of the seat cushion with one hand, curled the other around the top of his thigh. I wanted him to kiss me again, to ease with his lips and tongue the hard tension building from his maddeningly soft strokes. But he was intent on watching me come, seeing it in my eyes, in the way I blinked and chewed at my lip as the pressure started to overwhelm me. My gut tightened and I tilted my hips, another moan shaking loose from my throat as my pussy contracted.

  "Major..." My hands jumped to the collar of his ACU jacket, clutched them as I strained closer to him. My breath left me in small pants as another wave of climax crested inside me.

  He kissed me, his mouth gentling as I slowly came down from my peak. His fingers slid south to where I was all wet and throbbing. He inserted a tip into me, then another to firmly press against my swollen flesh. Every few heartbeats, my pussy gave another hard squeeze, my body floating on an ocean of bliss.

  Logan ran his lips lightly along my cheek and down along my ear. When he finally spoke again, his voice was a raw purr, its echoes vibrating across my skin.

  "Baby, all those things you texted about..." He paused and his teeth grazed my jaw. "I'm going to do every last one of them tonight."

  **********

  One arm wrapped around my shoulders and a hand between my breasts, Logan guided me onto my feet and into the master bedroom. He locked the door then placed me at the foot of the bed, my body facing the dresser with its giant mirror. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see even the small portion of my reflection not blocked by Logan's muscled physique.

  "I've been fantasizing about undressing you all summer." Leaning in to kiss me, he thumbed my top button open. "You have no idea how crazy you've been driving me, do you?"

  Thoroughly confused, I shook my head. I had been dressing up all summer for my new office job in outfits that Emy's mother selected for me from her vintage clothing boutique. She refused to let me wear the baggy shirts and pants I usually swathed my exceedingly generous curves in. I didn't want to tell her no because she helped me get the job.

  My knowledge about clothing is next to zero, so I had to take her word for it when she told me the blouse is French Edwardian. I just know it is a white brushed cotton, very romantic looking with its ruffles and eyelet trim and the large mother of pearl buttons that Logan's agile fingers were busy unhooking.

  Three buttons undone, he paused to ease his hands inside the blouse and cup the underside of my breasts. He ran his thumb over the front snap, groaned once but left it fastened. His hands returning to work on the buttons, he kissed my neck and then the underside of my chin.

  "I'm going to strip you then eat that sweet pussy until you come again, Lily."

  I swallowed, swaying lightly as he pushed the blouse off my shoulders and smoothed the fabric down my arms. Bringing his hands back to the front, he unsnapped the front closure but didn't remove the bra. The fabric between his hand and my flesh, he massaged my breasts as kissed his way down my throat. Nosing one bra cup to the side, his mouth fastened on the nipple.

  I looked in the mirror, watched the slow bob of his head as he suckled at my breast. My parents named me Lillian because I was a pale baby. I never grew darker, never freckled, the only color on my skin the pale blue and indigo of the veins beneath. Looking at my body, the plump arms and padded shoulders, part of me wanted to push Logan away. It wasn't the part that was actually in control of my muscles. That part had abandoned me completely. My arms hung at my sides, my hands capable of only occasionally clutching at him when my body swayed into contact with his.

  My pussy protested all the attention his mouth was giving the nipple and I whimpered soft and low. He pulled the nipple taut between his lips and tugged at it. Our flesh parted with a wet pop. He nosed the other cup to the side. His tongue circled that nipple as his hands ran up my back. Grabbing the bra straps from behind, he stripped the fabric away.

  Was this really happening?

  My gaze dropped from my body to his. He still had his ACUs on, but I could see the play of muscles beneath the fabric. I knew what lurked beneath, knew how completely mismatched my body was to his. More than that, Mrs. Jones wore a size four, if not smaller. The woman he had picked as his wife -- for life -- was my complete physical opposite.

  Logan's attention to my breast stopped and he looked u
p. "Baby, wherever your head is going, pull it back."

  He quirked a brow, his gaze intensifying as he gave my nipple a hard tweak. "Now, Lily."

  I closed my eyes and nodded. It had been a mistake looking in the mirror -- not only because it reminded me of every last physical shortcoming I had, but also because it would remind Logan of her fascination with her reflection and that perfect size four she maintained.

  "You're still not with me, are you baby?"

  I glanced at Logan, closed my eyes again and shook my head. "I'm here -- with you. Please don't stop."

  Kissing the swell of my stomach, Logan's hands dropped to my hips. His thumbs ran along the waist band until he found the zipper in back. Unzipping me, he sank to his knees. Lips pressed against my lower belly, he removed the skirt with an aching slowness. When it was halfway down my thighs, he bunched one side in his fist and held it tight while the fingers of his other hand traced the bottom line of my panties.

  Logan kissed the fabric, his mouth landing just above the top split of my labia. His fingers slid under the bottom edge of lace where he dragged his knuckle roughly up my clit before hooking the waistband. Tugging the panties down several inches, he worked his tongue between my lower lips, the tip dancing along the length of my clit.

  His grip firm on the underwear, he yanked me tighter against his face, his tongue licking up over and over. When my hips canted in his direction and I whimpered, he released the clothing to gently push me onto the mattress.

  The skirt disappeared in an instant and then he spread my legs far apart. With my underwear as a barrier, he started to tease me mercilessly. His lips pressed against the lace so that it moved over my sensitive flesh. A hand on each of my thighs, he thumbed my labia open, his mouth forcing the rough lace up and down along my clit in a deliciously raw pattern.

  Desperate for a little leverage, I grabbed his head. With the military cut, there wasn't enough hair to hold onto and tug him closer. I squirmed, my hips sliding side to side as I tried to bring his lips into contact with my skin. "Major, please..."

  He growled and lightly nipped at me through the fabric, the gesture so fiercely sensual I twitched and whimpered again.

  "Logan," I amended. "Please remove my panties. I want to feel you on me!"

  He grabbed the edges of the underwear, gave a sharp rip and tossed the rent fabric over his shoulder as his mouth closed over my clit. His hands traveled down my calves to tug the sandals off my feet.

  "I want you naked, too," I protested. I'd been ogling his hard body full-time for the last few months, trying to be discreet but aching to learn all its contours.

  He leaned back and stripped just the ACU top off, his t-shirt hiding his chest and thick biceps from my view. He threaded his arms under my ass then laid his palms against the swell of my stomach. His short nails lightly raked at my flesh as his tongue found the swollen tip of my clit and started to push it around.

  He pushed and pushed and pushed, growling and licking, up and down, over and over until he had me completely breathless.

  I raised my feet off the floor and ran the soles along his back a few times before my knees locked against the sides of his head. I'd never had a boy go down on me, never had one so much as offer. Certainly not one of those boys would have done the job the major was doing. His top lip rubbed the length of my clit while his tongue drew circles around it. Every few seconds, his tongue would dip lower to trace the edge of my cunt and take one slow, thick stroke inside my pussy before returning to tease the hood.

  Pressing hard against my flesh, he trailed his fingers down my sides and began kneading my butt. He had said he was going to do everything in my texts and his touch told me he meant it. His thumb began to tease the tense ring of muscle guarding my ass while his mouth formed a tight seal over my clit. Lips and tongue worked the swollen spine as one finger gently prodded my rear perimeter.

  I was right at the edge, ready to explode, my empty pussy flexing and rolling as his finger penetrated my ass. I mewled once then my knees gripped his head and my torso rose up off the mattress. Squeezing at the invading digit, I rocked forward, moaning his name as my entire body began to tremble violently.

  I slammed back, rocked forward, cream dripping from me as hard contractions of release squeezed my pussy. For twenty seconds I rode his face and finger, whimpering and moaning, climaxing harder and harder until I was completely wrung out.

  I collapsed onto the mattress. His finger eased out and the hard grinding suction against my clit melted to soft kisses and lingering swipes of his tongue that ran the length of my pussy as I continued to twitch. Finally, he rose and disappeared for a few seconds into the master bathroom.

  Listening to the water running, I tried to calm myself but couldn't. My hands started to roam my body. I squeezed my large tits, palmed my mound and tugged at the flesh with sharp pinches. He returned to find me whimpering his name over and over, my hips pumping air.

  Logan stared down at me, his gaze tracking the path of my hands as I continued to torment my flesh. "So beautiful, Lily."

  I didn't know whether to cry or smile. Not once in all my fantasizing had I allowed him to call me beautiful. I'm not beautiful. Sure, I have flawless skin and big eyes that everyone compliments me on. I also have thick, lustrous brown hair with a hint of red that my older sister loves to pull because she inherited the thin straw blond from our dad's side. But those are the only pluses and they are minused out several times over from the shoulders down.

  Having a fantasy Logan tell me I am beautiful would break the illusion. Hearing the real Logan say it had the same effect. My hands retreated from my body and I started to push up.

  Logan planted one palm between my breasts. Holding me down against the mattress, he used his other hand to tease my pussy. "I like watching you touch yourself, Lily."

  He licked his lips, first the bottom one then the top. His head swiveled so he could see my body's reflection in the mirror. "Such a lovely pussy. I am humbled you would offer it to me."

  Offer?

  Oh, no doubt I would have offered it had I not been a coward and certain of his refusal. But he had taken it -- without protest, but with no more permission than my soft moans and slick thighs. I could never imagine being brave enough to offer myself to him because I wanted to give so much more than just a hole or three. I wanted a life with him.

  "Baby, you say you want me to touch you, but then your head goes somewhere else." His fingers dipped down, one calloused tip tracing the perimeter of my cunt before pushing inside. He retreated, pushed two fingers in and groaned as my muscles constricted around the intrusion. "I want your head back here, in this room, on this bed, my hand exploring this deliciously tight hole."

  His fingers slowly pushed in and out while his thumb pressed against the pearl of my clit.

  In.

  Out.

  The tension mounted and retreated until I almost forgot myself. His gaze drew me back to reality as he soaked in every squirming push of my bottom against the mattress and roll of flesh as my hips ran snug circles.

  He could sweet talk all he wanted but I knew -- whatever fueled his lust would evaporate. I had this one night and could not hope for more. Stretching my arm, I hooked the top band of his ACU pants. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, my face a few inches from his stomach as I looked up his long torso.

  Biting at my lip, I started to unbuckle his belt. He reached down, tugged his t-shirt free and peeled it off his body. Showing as much patience as he had with my panties in the end, he reached down and popped the buttons on his fly. Balancing on one leg, he stripped one boot off, switched legs and stripped the other away. Next, he pushed the trousers down his legs and kicked them to the side.

  His hands returned to cover the front of his underwear. I tugged at his wrists, but he was too strong to budge.

  "Please, Logan. I want to see it...touch it." I stopped, licked at my bottom lip and looked up to find him smiling down at me.

  He eased
his hands to his hips, teasing me with the stark outline of his erection beneath the white fabric. Seeing the head crest above the top band of his underwear, a fresh burst of saliva flooded my mouth.

  A pass of his hand pushed the head back under the band. His cock angled off to the side, its broad arrowhead pressed against his hip bone. He tugged just one side of the underwear down, the fabric bunching up against the unyielding length of his cock.

  My gaze traced its borders. He was a huge fucking tease. Huge.

  "It's bigger than that little toy you like to play with, baby girl."

  Mesmerized, I nodded as my hands reached for his waistband. This time he didn't stop me. I pulled the fabric lower. His cock sprang free. Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, I leaned forward and sucked the head into my mouth. Groaning, he grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to pull me off.

  I shook my head free, my mouth gliding down half his length. There was no way I could swallow more, not without a lot of practice and technique, so I bobbed back up then back down to the middle.

  Releasing my hair, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto my back. "Baby, tonight it's for fucking, not sucking."

  He crawled onto the bed. Stretching alongside me, he kissed me again and our tongues started a slow dance. His fingertips glazed my skin, the contact so light it was more like a memory than actual touching. The kiss grew in intensity. My body lifted wherever his fingers landed. His touched skipped all over, caressing my inner thighs, pinching my nipples, whispering along the inside bend of my elbow then the back of my knee. Moaning into his mouth, I contorted along the bed, twitching and creaming.

  Without warning, he flipped me onto my stomach then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto my knees. I heard the nightstand drawer slide open and the crinkle of a foil wrapper being torn. Looking in the mirror, I saw his hand reach back into the drawer and pull out a small bottle. He popped the cap and let the clear fluid drip onto the condom he'd just sheathed his cock with.

  Head bobbing with anticipation, I took a ragged breath in. He was going to fuck me now and it didn't look like he was going to start with my pussy.