Touch Me: Curvy Girl Steamy Romance

by Sahara Kelly

  With a sigh of relief he unzipped his fly and let his jeans fall to the floor, kicking them away with his bare feet. “Thank God. I was dying.”

  “So I see.” Like a compass needle to north, Eden’s gaze dropped to his groin. He was hard, so hard and thick and—and male. It looked like he had red marks on his cock from the seam of his pants. “Oh my.”

  “Thank you.” He preened. “I’m rather attached to it myself.”

  It surprised a laugh out of her. “I’m sorry. You must have been very uncomfortable.” She glanced at him uncertainly, not sure what else to say to a naked man with such a blatant erection. Which was pointing solidly in her direction. “But I’m flattered.” She paused. “I think.”

  “Come here and get acquainted.” He tugged at the lapels of the robe, then slid it down over her shoulders, dropping it on top of his jeans. “And this needs to go now, too, much as I love looking at you in it.” Deft fingers found the elastic of her thong and pushed it down as well.

  It joined the pile of disused clothing on the floor.

  “Better.” Sean pulled her into his arms and began swaying with her to the soft music he’d turned on.

  Self-consciously, Eden burrowed against his chest, loving the male scent, the different textures of his skin and the sensation of that solid length nestled against her belly. “This is…strange.” She rested her arms around his neck. “But not bad strange, just…strange strange.”

  As they moved together, Sean stroked his hands up and down her spine, a soothing touch that relaxed Eden even as it aroused her. She sighed, feeling tensions drift away as a new kind of excitement flared to life deep inside her.

  “Eden?” It was a soft whisper in her ear. “Make love with me.”

  She stilled at his words, letting him hold her close. He hadn’t asked her to fuck him. He hadn’t pulled her to the floor or dragged her to his bed. He was simply holding her and asking a question she hadn’t expected to hear.

  Those two words. Make love.

  She melted. “Okay.”

  She felt his indrawn breath even as he reached for her hand and guided her to a door off the living room. “We’ll be more comfortable in here.” It was his bedroom and most of it was filled with a huge king-sized bed.

  Letting go of her wrist, Sean nodded at it. “Lie down for me. Tell me this is what you want?”

  Obediently, she moved to the big mattress and—with an instinctive feminine gesture—turned down the linens. A sound behind her distracted her and she turned to see Sean sheathing his cock. Another thing she didn’t have to worry about. He was as tuned in to the idea of safe sex as she was.

  “Please? Lie down? I want to see you there. I want to remember you there every time I walk in from this moment on.”

  God, he was good.

  Cautiously, she lay down on her back, awkwardly aware of her body, not sure what to do with her hands. She scooted toward the center of the bed, feeling color flood her cheeks as her embarrassment ratcheted up a couple of notches. His eyes were firmly fastened to her body, as if he was indeed taking a mental snapshot of her at this particular instant. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see the resulting photo.

  Then he was over her, arms either side of her shoulders, staring into her eyes. “Jesus, Eden. It seems I’ve wanted you like this for a lifetime.”

  She drowned in the heat of his gaze, relaxing a little as he smiled at her. “You say the right things, Sean. It scares me.”

  “Don’t be scared.” He adjusted his position and rubbed his cock against her pussy lips. “Mmm. That feels so damn good.” He shifted. “Bend your knees for me, baby.”

  Carefully, she lifted her legs and spread them wide, bending as he had asked. It opened her fully to his view and that realization darted a bolt of erotic nerves through her body.

  Slowly, and with enormous control, Sean began to enter her. “I can’t wait for this, baby. Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?”

  His head fell forward and he watched himself as he began to disappear within her folds. “Oh shit.” He shivered a little, his skin flushing and his nipples tight buds against the flat plane of his chest.

  She was amazed at his reactions. “Are you all right?”

  “More than all right.” He pushed in a little further, filling her, stretching her in a way she’d never experienced before. It was as if her brain could sense the way her body expanded to accommodate his cock, could feel the ridges and valleys of his hard length meet the soft walls within her and make themselves at home.

  “God, Eden. Oh God.”

  He was all the way in, pressed flush against her pussy, taking up all the empty spaces she’d never realized were so deep inside.

  And he stopped, holding himself frozen above her. “It’s not enough.”

  She blinked. “I’m sorry…”

  “No. Stop. It’s not you.” Sean’s gaze snapped to her face. “I want all of you, Eden.”

  Before she could point out that there wasn’t much of her left he hadn’t already had, he eased away from her and began to sit between her legs, moving her thighs to rest on top of his. “Come here. Trust me.”

  With a minimum amount of wriggling, she found herself sitting on his lap, her legs behind him, ankles crossed. He was in the same position, facing her, his legs a seat on which she rested, her pussy mere inches from his cock.

  “Take me inside you now, baby. This way. Please.” Sean’s eyelids were heavy and his voice hoarse as his hands roamed freely over her skin and her breasts brushed against him.

  Aroused, confused and eager, Eden slithered forward those few precious inches and found Sean’s cock positioned perfectly. Rising up a little, she guided him back to her pussy and took a breath.

  Lowering down on him, she sighed with pleasure. And when he pulled her closer, making sure their bodies touched everywhere—it was sheer and utter heaven.

  *~~*~~*

  He never could figure out why he’d urged Eden into that particular position. But at the moment she sank down on him, he thanked whatever madness had taken over his brain.

  He didn’t want to just fuck her, thrusting himself into her from above, or have her riding him while he lay beneath her. He wanted to share the experience as intensely as he could, as fiercely as his heart demanded.

  This way, with her tight against him from pussy to nose, he felt part of her, surrounded by not only the tightness of her slick flesh, but also the rest of her. There was nothing to separate them, it was all about flesh against flesh. A truly total experience.

  He held her still, relishing the grasp of her inner muscles, the scent of her sexual arousal, the soft warmth of her body as it rested against his. They were so close he could feel the throbbing of her clit where it pressed against his groin, echoing the beating of his own heart and the thunder of arousal pulsing in his cock.

  She gasped a little, her eyes wide and staring into his. “Sean—this is—amazing,” she whispered, the surprise in her words a reinforcement of his own pleasure.

  “Yeah.” He brought his face to hers and kissed her gently, lingeringly, his hands reaching for her buttocks and squeezing them. “Yes, it is.”

  He licked her lips with his tongue, smiling as she parted them and touched him with her tongue in return. A tiny shift of his hips and she sighed, moving responsively, little whimpers of pleasure sounding in her throat as their combined movements abraded her clit and made her fingertips dig into his spine.

  “That’s it, baby. You don’t need to do anything but feel—”

  Slowly, he began to rock them both, finding the rhythm that suited their bodies, happy that her heels were tightening behind him and her hips relaxing into the dance.

  “Can you come like this?” He spoke softly as he eased her even closer, already sensing ripples of response in her inner muscles.

  “Oh—” Her eyes closed and her head tipped back a little. She surrendered to the moment, a slow breath of delight lifting her breasts and rubbing her hard nipples a
long his skin.

  “Just relax and let it happen. There’s no rush. No hurry. All you have to do is enjoy.”

  Easy for you to say, boyo. Sean quelled his impatience, knowing that this moment, with this woman, was important in ways he probably couldn’t yet comprehend. He was so close, his balls tight, his cock struggling with the urge to thrust deep, to fill her as he exploded his way into orgasm.

  And yet he too was moved, entranced by the unique sensations of this position. It was the first time he’d ever experimented with it—and he knew he was glad he’d waited until it could be Eden sitting cross-legged around him, Eden with his cock inside her, Eden straining against him.

  Yeah. It had to be Eden. All doubts fled from his mind as she moaned and he sensed her thighs relax then tense again as she too demanded more.

  Lost in each other, they swayed together, the last of the daylight dappling them with warm shadows, two figures silhouetted against the dusk—and sighing with pleasure.

  He had no idea how long they loved like this—time seemed to have little or no meaning when compared to the intensity he felt. It could have been five minutes or an eon. The universe was collapsing around him, filling his brain with starlight and symphonies, his focus sinking slowly into the heat of this unique woman’s body, the slick simmer that caressed his cock and the magic coalescing around them as they swayed in harmony.

  Finally, Eden shuddered. “Do that again. Please.”

  He was barely aware that he’d pushed a little harder, rubbed against her a little more strongly or pushed her so high with barely a breath.

  But her nails were digging into him now and he became aware of her heart thundering rapidly against him. Her thighs were taut, her heels clamping into him—she was so near.

  And so was he. The lingering wonder of their joining became a fire, erupting forcefully as they moved more quickly, with more purpose.

  Unable to control it any longer, Sean let go, let his hips thrust upward, let his cock free to do what it needed to do so desperately.

  “Now, Eden. Now.”

  One last, fierce plundering move—and he came, a massive explosion of sensation, blinding lights flashing within his retinas, his balls detonating with all the force of the galaxy behind them.

  He pumped into her, filling the condom, filling her, lured even further into his release by the strangled sound she made as she, too, orgasmed around him.

  She shuddered in his clasp, her spine arched, her breasts squashed as she gripped him tightly with arms that banded him like iron.

  Together they soared, hitting heights that took his breath away and stripped him of every notion he’d ever had about fucking, coming and experiencing sexual release.

  It lasted longer than he’d ever imagined possible and when it finally ended, leaving them both limp and exhausted, he mentally tipped his hat to whoever had come up with the idea of Tantric-type sex.

  It sure as hell did it for him.

  And to judge from the satisfied smile on Eden’s face and the tiny purring sound she made as they tumbled together onto his bed—it had done it for her too.

  Panting a little, Sean managed to peel himself off her, stagger to the bathroom and tidy himself up. She hadn’t moved when he returned moments later.

  “Hello.” He slid onto the bed beside her and pulled up the covers.

  “Hi yourself.” She sounded tired and very relaxed.

  “So.” He snuggled her close, tucking her head onto his shoulder. “Now you understand conservation of energy.”

  “Mmm.” She nuzzled his chest and threw an arm over him. “I really like your lecture technique, Professor.”

  “If you liked that, wait till we get to conservation of momentum.”

  She laughed and stifled a yawn. “Put me down for that seminar. Any time.”

  “It’s an invitation-only session. And you’re the only one invited.”

  “Good.” Sleepily, Eden sighed in his arms.

  And he smiled, knowing his mother would be very pleased he’d found himself a nice girl at last.

  *~~*~~*

  Eden opened her eyes and wondered where the hell she was. For all of two seconds. Then a snuffling snore from next to her tripped the right switch in her brain and it all came flooding back.

  Sean.

  She had been right about him. He was dangerous. Sweet, passionate, sexually inventive and—dangerous. In the short amount of time they’d spent together, he’d made her think, made her laugh, made her feel beautiful and made her orgasm.

  When it came to cooking her goose, he had lit the flames, turned up the thermostat and basted it as it roasted.

  She was as “done” as any woman could ever be. And it made her apprehensive just thinking about the ramifications. She slid quietly from his embrace, tucking the covers around him.

  She closed the door to his bathroom, tidied herself as silently as possible and crept back out to pick up the discarded robe and leave him to his well-deserved rest. She couldn’t help grinning as a twinge or two darted along her thigh muscles. Couple more workouts like that and she might even drop a few pounds.

  Walking back out into the living room, she switched on one of the table lamps and realized she wasn’t as worried about those few pounds as she’d been in the past. She moved into the kitchen area and—obeying an instinctive female urge—began clearing away the remnants of the fabulous dinner he had cooked for her.

  Nibbling on a slice of bread, Eden accepted the fact that she was changing the way she felt about herself. Sean found her attractive. Maybe she’d been too critical in the past, too ready to push men away and use her weight as an excuse. Maybe there was something about her curves that a man could admire.

  Sean had admired them. Oh boy, had he admired them.

  She shivered at the remembrance of the heat between them. The passion that had sizzled up her spine and threatened to fry her brain cells. The unanticipated explosion of her orgasm and that incredible sensation of spasming around a man’s cock. Around Sean’s cock.

  It was certainly unlike anything she’d experienced before.

  On the countertop, which was now cleared of dishes, she noticed a full-sized pad of paper with a few unintelligible scribbles on it and an equation or two underneath. Since snores were still audible from the bedroom, she obeyed an impulse and sat down, drawing the pad toward her and carefully removing Sean’s page, setting it to one side.

  Ideas began forming in her head, a story outline she’d been toying with for some time. Now she had what it needed. Now she knew she could enrich the plot with a romance that went beyond her normal boundaries.

  Intently, she started making notes in her usual haphazard fashion. A name, a setting, a draft of what would puzzle and confuse the doctors in a small, out of the way, country clinic.

  And the arrival of a specialist, one who would help solve the riddle. And who would work his way into the heart of the case physician—a woman who had no use for a man in her life.

  Until he talked her into bed.

  Eden’s pencil scribbled frantically as more and more thoughts occurred to her, more details about the lovers, more ideas for their adventures, both medical and romantic. She made an asterisk next to one or two things she needed to check, disease symptoms, current treatments and up-to-date information that would add the necessary accuracy to her work, something she was adamant about.

  She jumped a foot in the air when a hand landed on her shoulder.

  “I should’ve known. Great sex, a nap and the writer’s back at her work.” His voice was sleepy and warm..

  She grinned, put her pencil down and turned, finding him conveniently within hugging distance. Putting her arms around him seemed natural—finding him still naked was an added blessing.

  “Can’t help it. You inspired me.”

  “Always happy to do my bit for literature.” He chuckled. “Was it the dinner or the conservation of energy lecture?”

  “Probably some of both.” She daringly
nipped his skin. “I like the tastes. You and the chicken.”

  “Mmm. God, woman. You’re insatiable.” He stroked her hair affectionately. “Are you familiar with the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle?”

  “Uh-uh.” She shook her head then slipped a hand down to find his erection, already growing harder within her grasp. “Does it have anything to do with this?” She stroked him gently.

  “Oh yes.” He moaned a little. “It has everything to do with that.”

  “Oh good.” Eden squeezed him carefully. “I think it’s time we got down to some basic physics, don’t you?”

  He sighed. “If we must.”

  “How about if I promise to show you what I know about a perfect vacuum?”

  Even in the low light, Eden could see Sean’s eyes crossing. She laughed, eager to pursue this topic, hungry for whatever else they could come up with during the night ahead.

  Her notes lay forgotten on the counter as he tugged her back to bed. There’d be time enough to write the story. Right now, it was time for one thing only.

  More research.

  Chapter Seven

  “Why didn’t you guys tell me?”

  Eden was bubbling over with excitement as she sat around Fenny’s table, looking at the four smiling faces of her friends.

  “We did.” Dee looked at her helplessly. “You just didn’t listen to us.”

  “I mean about what a difference it makes adding a sexual element to the story.”

  “Eden, your stories are phenomenal. Even without the sex.” Fenny stared at her. “I don’t care what your editor tells you, it’s all there on the page.”

  “Yes, but—” Eden waved her hands absently. “Putting the sex in there adds so much more. Now it really makes sense that Allison goes a little nuts when Bryan starts exhibiting the symptoms—”

  “No diseases please. I’m eating.” Stella interrupted Eden by reaching over for a cookie.

  “Honey, nothing’s really changed. You’re just adding another layer to your story.”

  “I know, Fenny. The plot’s still there. But I guess it’s a thrill to find something that works with the plot, adds a kick to the book and keeps my editor happy all at once.”