Big Girls Do It Better

by Jasinda Wilder

  I met his gaze, steady and hard, and pressed my lips together.

  His eyes twinkled. "You'll say it. You'll say it before I'm through with you."

  He knelt down in front of me, staring up at me through the mountains of my breasts, his hands around my waist to rest on the swell of my ass. His fingers curled through the strings of my thong and he drew it down over my hips, dragging it slowly, never taking his eyes off me.

  Oh Lord, I thought, as he brought the panties down past my knees. He is not...no...he can't be serious...oh sweet Jesus, he is.

  His tongue ran up my inner thigh to the hollow where my hip met my leg. My muscles twitched and my breath caught. He kissed my belly, low, just above the mound of my pussy. He was still gazing up at me, even as his tongue dipped down to run up the other side of my thigh, brushing just past my labia once more.

  "What are you doing?" I put my hands in his hair, meaning to tug him up.

  "Worshipping a goddess."

  He smiled at me, then pushed at my thigh with gentle, insistent fingers. My stance widened on its own, my legs spreading apart to give him access.

  His nimble, probing, licking tongue swiped up between my lower lips, a wet heat against my most sensitive area. I couldn't even gasp, then. He pressed his mouth to my opening and his tongue flicked in, darting against my clit, a single tender brush, but it was enough to make my legs buckle. His arms went back up and circled my waist, supporting me. I put my hands on his thick shoulders and threw my head back as his tongue went back in, and this time stayed in. He licked in slow, lazy, wide circles around the cluster of nerves, sending shockwaves through my body. I moaned. I couldn't help it, not with his tongue drawing from my trembling loins an ecstasy I'd never known existed.

  The slow circles tightened and sped up, and the shockwaves narrowed in waveform, rolling over me until I was dipping my knees at each pulse of his tongue against my flesh, pressing my mound against his rough stubble, his powerful arms supporting me.

  I cried out, a rasping whimper, and went limp. He caught me, lifted me, actually factually lifted me clear off the ground and onto the bed before I could catch my breath. And then, before the world stopped spinning, he was holding my legs apart, resting my knees on his shoulders and spearing his tongue into me once more, relentless, merciless.

  I was on the verge of blowing apart in his hands when he abruptly stopped, disappeared. I made a mewling noise in protestation.

  "Will you trust me?" Chase's voice came from above me.

  I fluttered my eyes open to see Chase holding a necktie in each hand. I knew what he was planning, and I was torn between terror and excitement.

  He seemed to understand my hesitation. "If you start to panic for real, just say, 'Chase, please stop.' Three words, and I'll untie you immediately."

  I nodded and held my hands out to him. Chase grinned, a wicked smile of anticipation. He tossed the ties on the pillow at the head of the bed, took my hips in his hands and flipped me over to my stomach. I gasped, shocked. He had tossed me like I was nothing, and it had simultaenously made my heart pitter patter in awe, and made my pussy go wet all over again. I was still feeling waves of pleasure from his earlier attentions, and now, with one movement, I was anticipating more.

  He took my hands in one of his and tugged me forward so I was forced to crawl with him to the headboard. He took one of my hands and used the necktie to bind my wrist to the post. I tugged on it, but couldn't pull it loose. He did the same to the other hand, and now I was captive for him, hands bound in front of me.

  "Put your knees underneath you," he said. I did as he told me. "Spread them apart. Let me see all of you."

  My heart was hammering in my chest, but I did as he instructed, spreading my knees as far apart as they would go, lowering my chest to the bed so my nether regions were exposed to him. Chase rumbled in his chest, a noise of appreciation that made me tremble and gush even wetter. I felt his weight press the bed down, and then I felt a warm, calloused palm brush across my backside, caressing and then probing towards my core, finding my pussy with two fingers and stroking the lips, only brushing them at first. I let out my breath in a gasp and tried to twist around to look at him, but he stilled me with a hand on my spine.

  "Don't look. Close your eyes and let me touch you," Chase said, and he pressed a finger to my clit, stifling any words I might have said.

  I closed my eyes and laid my forehead to the blanket beneath me, losing myself in sensation. I had been so close to coming not long ago, and now, with a few strokes of his fingers I was there again.

  I felt him lie down and his hair tickled me; just as I wondered what he was doing I felt his tongue hit me again. He lay underneath me with his mouth pressed against my pussy, breathing into me, hot air blowing against me and eliciting a long gasp. Then his tongue licked upwards into me, found my clit and swirled it, circled around it, pushed against it, and now the explosions began once more, rocketing through me. I moved into him, rocking my body into the growing orgasm.

  The shockwaves were so close together now they were indecipherable from each other, a single cresting, crashing tidal wave. The tsunami broke and I came with a shriek, my inner muscles clenching as pure, sinful pleasure washed through me in a flood.

  He didn't relent with my cry, though. He kept licking and spearing, putting two fingers inside me and curling up to find my G-spot. Light exploded behind my eyes as explosions continued to rock my body, one after another, a thrilling detonation for every swipe of his tongue against my damp nub, a billowing concussion for every caress of his fingers against the rough patch of skin deep inside my walls.

  I curled in, knees tight, fingers gripping the ties with white knuckles as I came and came and came, and still he didn't give in. I had to beg him to stop so I could catch my breath, so I could let my muscles release.

  "I've...I've never had so many orgasms...before," I said, collapsed face-down on the bed.

  "You haven't even started to come for me," Chase said.

  "No, I mean I've never had so many orgasms before, ever. Combined, in all my life." I arched my back as he caressed my spine. "At least, not that weren't self-induced."

  "Then we'll have to make sure you lose count," he said.

  I craned my neck over my shoulder. "I want to see you," I said. "Let me touch you."

  "I'm not ready for that yet."

  "Just one hand? So I can feel you? Please." I didn't mind begging.

  Chase slipped off the bed and moved around to the headboard. He untied one of my hands and stood beside me, just within reach. I ran my hand down his torso, marveling at the cords and ridges of muscle. I'd found my breath, and now my own lust was boiling over. I wanted to feel him, needed to see him nude before me. I'd seen him earlier, but that was with his pants still on. I needed them off, so I could see him in all his glory. The button and zipper were undone in a single jerking motion. I tugged the pants down. They were tight and didn't want to cooperate, especially with one hand, but I got them off and he was standing in front of me, a tiny bit of black fabric stretched tight across his waist. He was huge in his boxers, and I licked my lips at the memory of him in my mouth.

  Just another taste.

  "You can taste me all you want," Chase said, and I realized I'd spoken aloud.

  I dug underneath the elastic to touch his hip, pushed the boxers down and I gripped his muscular ass with my one free hand. The waistband caught on his engorged tip, and I pulled the fabric away from his cock to get them down around his thighs. His shaft was standing at attention, bobbing against his stomach as he breathed. He was naked, then, and I could only stare.

  "God, you are so gorgeous," I said.

  Eight-pack abs, broad pectoral muscles and thick arms, a perfect V leading down to his cock, which was, in a word, perfect. His legs were like tree trunks, his ass a wonderland of muscle and flesh, his hair a sweep of black inky strands, his face a symmetrical sculpture of angles and planes, hard and masculine. And his eyes, deep, dark brown,
almost black, glittering orbs of expression.

  I took in his beauty, drinking him in as I couldn't ever get enough. But, inevitably, my gaze was drawn back to his cock, which was just begging to be touched, held, kissed. I reached for him, let myself explore his length with my fingers and palm.

  He closed his eyes as I touched him, moving his hips in imperceptible rolls. I watched as the hole at the tip began to leak clear fluid under my ministrations.

  He tried to pull away. "I can't take it, not without exploding all over you."

  "What if I want you to?" I drew him closer by his cock. "What if I want you to come all over me? Is that what you want? To come on my face? On my tits?"

  I moved my hand on him in an increasing rhythm as his hips began to buck. His eyes flew open and he stepped away.

  "No." He forced my hands away from his throbbing cock. "I don't want that. Not yet, anyway. I want to be inside you."

  He re-tied my hand to the bedpost, climbed onto the bed behind me and took my hips in his hands, his heat radiating into my skin, our bodies pressed together in a delicious point of contact at my bottom. He was poised to spear into me, but he hesitated once more.

  "Chase, please," I heard myself say. I wanted him inside me. I didn't care if I had to beg to get it.

  "First things first." He leaned over to the bedside table and opened a drawer, pulled out a string of condoms and ripped one free.

  "I'm on the pill and I'm clean."

  He froze. "I'm clean too, but even the pill isn't--"

  "I'm not worried," I said. He still hesitated. "Just take me. Please."

  He leaned over me, his hard length pressed along the crease of my buttocks. He reached around my body to caress my breasts with both hands, his palms brushing my nipples, sending lightning thrills through me. Still on my knees, I hunched my back and rocked my hips backwards into his.

  He settled back on his knees, probed the entrance of my pussy with one hand and guided himself in with other, finally gaving me what I so badly wanted: his incredible god-cock, deep inside me, his strokes slow and gentle and careful.

  "Oh...my...god..." I breathed, as he drew out, fluttered at my entrance, and then plunged back in. "Chase...don't stop, please."

  "Never, never" he said, his words rhythmed to the crush of his shaft into me. "God, you feel so good, so goddamned perfect."

  He plunged deep inside me, ground his hips against my ass, leaning over me again. One of his hands pinched my nipple, rolled it between two fingers, the other on my hip, encouraging me into him.

  His thrusts were deliberately measured, mere pulsations of hips against mine as if he too was fighting for control. I didn't want control. I didn't want him to be able to keep the rhythmic pace he was setting. I wanted to make him wild, to make him break loose with insanity.

  I abandoned all pretense. "Don't hold back," I told him. "I'm not delicate. You won't break me."

  He responded with fingers diving down to find my clitoris and drive me even wilder. The explosions began in my belly, spread to my lungs and my toes, and then to my inner muscles, and last to my brain. The intensity of this orgasm, with him flush against me, muscles surrounding me in walls of strength and heat and man, with Chase gasping in my ear, whispering my name...it put all other sensations in my life to shame.

  I saw the heavens, felt pure ecstasy, unadulterated glory. I whimpered as the climax began, and then, when he kept pushing into me, the whimpers turned to moans, and the moans to sobs, and then, at the full, furious apex of wonder and joy bursting through my body and soul, I screamed.

  He wasn't done yet.

  He untied me. I moved to lie down on my back, but Chase only shook his his head. I remained on my hands and knees, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted.

  He lay down on his back. "Ride me, Anna."

  I shook my head. He pinched a nipple between his fingers and tugged me toward him until the twinge of pain had me moving astride him, settling my weight on him gradually.

  I let myself sit there for a moment, but then he moved his hips and I tried to move off of him. He held me in place.

  "Chase, no, let me down. I could hurt you."

  He just grinned and lifted me up by my hips and impaled me onto him, thrusting deep, silencing my gasps as he began to push me back up the peak towards climax once more, and I couldn't help but move my hips to match him.

  "I'm not delicate," he said. "You won't break me."

  "Yes I will," I said.

  But I didn't move to get off him. I couldn't stop myself. I'd never been like this with a man. No one had ever been brave enough to try this with me, or strong enough. But Chase, oh, the man held me in place and rocked into me, and his grunting and gasping drove me wild. He lost control, his cock throbbing into me in wild pulses. His head tilted back and his eyes closed, his hands reaching for my tits again and fondling them and lifting them; he arched his back, and used the strength of his core to lift me off the bed with each thrust. I took him, all of him, swallowing his immense size with each downward crush of my hips onto him.

  He opened his eyes and watched me, his lips curling in a wicked smile of satisfaction.

  "Yes, yes," he groaned, driving into me with each syllable. "Just like this. God, god, oh god, Anna, yes. Oh, I'm so close now."

  I was at climax again, and I leaned forward, put my hands on his chest and let my weight fall on his shoulders. Something deep inside me shifted, then, as he supported me with just his body, holding me off the bed with his hips and his hands and his shoulders, coursing into me, wild and abandoned to the passion flaming between us.

  I lost myself to him, then. I drowned myself in the crashing ocean of pleasure.

  He gripped my hips in bruising fingers to drag me down onto him harder and harder with each thrust of his cock.

  Time slowed and stopped then, as I felt his muscles tense and clench around me, felt his cock tighten and release. He roared, a bellow of male pleasure, and I felt the hot jet of his seed wash through me, a pulse of liquid and a thrust, a growl, and then he rocked again, filling me with yet more seed, and now I was exploding on top of him, coming apart in his hands. I fell forward and our lips met as we climaxed together, my inner muscles clamping around his still-thrusting, still-coming shaft.

  Then I completely and totally lost it, overcome by sheer orgasmic pleasure and by fear and wonder and abandonment. He was shuddering into me, all pretense of rhythm lost as he gasped ragged inbreaths, and long quaking outbreaths. His arms wrapped around my back and neck and clutched me to him.

  "Say it," he breathed into my ear.

  He was still shuddering, and I felt a thrill of power knowing I'd done that to him.

  "I am a sex goddess." I said the words, one syllable at a time, starting to feel it.

  "Yes, yes...you are. You're my sex goddess." Chase kissed my throat and my shoulder and my chin and my forehead, holding me in his powerful arms.

  "Tell me in two words who you are," he said. "Start there."

  I shook my head, calming now, but still shuddering with sobs and aftershocks.

  "Tell me," he said.

  The words came unbidden. "Big. A singer."

  He shook his head. "You're not big. You're perfect."

  "I know what I am. I can't change it, and I'm fine with that."

  "You're perfect the way you are. I made love to you as you are."

  Goddamn it. I shook my head and a fat tear plopped onto his chest.

  "What are you so afraid of? Why can't you believe what I'm saying? Not every guy in the world likes women to be stick figures. Not every guy in the world want his woman to be all skin and bones. I happen to like your softness and curves, just like I like your attitude, and your style. I like the way you screamed when you came for me."

  He pressed his mouth to my ear. The next words he spoke broke me.

  "I made love to you, Anna Devine. I made love to a goddess." I scrambled off the bed, shaking my head at him. "I mean it, Anna. I mean every word." />
  He stretched out a hand, and I shrank away, but he touched me anyway, and the same electric spark shot through me as the first time our hands had touched.

  He pulled me toward him until his broad chest was pillowing my face, and the soft thump-thump of his heart beat was all I could hear.

  I slept better than I had in all my life.

  *

  I woke the following afternoon to an empty bed and a house smelling like coffee and bacon and sex.

  I found Chase sitting with a cup of coffee in one hand, his cell phone in the other, and a grim look on his face.

  "What is it?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

  "It's complicated," he said, getting up to make me a cup of coffee. "I just heard from my agent. My band is getting signed to a major record label."

  I sat down next to him and sipped the coffee. "Then what's with the sad face?"

  He set his phone down and covered my hand with his. "I have to be in New York by tomorrow afternoon. I'm not sure when, if ever, I'll be back."

  Then I understood. He had to leave me. I nodded slowly.

  "I get it." I scalded my mouth on the coffee.

  "This was the phone call I've been waiting for my whole life," he said, staring at the phone as if it had betrayed him. "And up until a week ago, it would have been the best news of my life. Then I met you."

  I squeezed his hand. "It still is the best news of your life. Don't let me...don't let some random girl you had sex with stop you from being happy about this. I'll be fine. I knew all along this would be one-time thing."

  He glared at me, eyes hard but wavering with emotion. "But I didn't. God, Anna, I wish you could see yourself like I see you. You're not just some random girl I had sex with."

  I couldn't face the emotion in his voice, how fraught with tension he was. I gathered my clothes, dressed in the bathroom, and found my purse.

  "Thanks for a great time, Chase. Congratulations, and good luck in New York." I didn't turn to look at him as I spoke.

  I opened the door, pushed open the storm door and took a step out, and then his next words froze me solid.