Kiss My Resolution

by Beth Beaumont

  “You have a beautiful laugh,” he says, seeming shy as he gives me a look that warms me from head to toe. “And I’d better get to the kitchen quick, or we’re going straight for the dessert,” he flirts.

  A shiver runs through me, and I smile back at him. His places is spotless, and he’s clearly a minimalist. There’s no clutter anywhere. I’m looking around, checking everything out, when suddenly I jump because something is touching my ankle.

  “Oh!” I exclaim.

  He has a cat. I never really pictured him as a cat person, but I find it more than adorable.

  “Hey pretty kitty,” I coo, reaching down to stroke the purring beauty between the ears.

  He twines round and round my ankles, and I can’t help myself, I pick him up. His body is vibrating as he purrs, and when I cuddle him close, he bonks his forehead against my cheek. He’s warm and soft and smells like Chug.

  “I see you met Boots,” he grins, coming out of the kitchen with two plates piled high with food.

  “I think he likes me,” I reply, burrowing my face into the silky fur on the side of his neck.

  “Yeah, he’s a good judge of character,” Chug replies, setting the plates down on the table.

  He lights the candles and then comes over to take my hand and lead me to my seat after I set Boots on the floor. The cat follows us to the table, and lies down on my feet as soon as I settle into my chair. The food is amazing, and I have to push away my plate before it’s emptied.

  “I can’t take another bite,” I sigh, patting my tummy. “Thank you, it was delicious,” I say, raising my wine glass to him and taking a sip.

  I’m deliberately not overstuffing myself, because there’s a certain activity I’m looking forward to that’s better without a full stomach. The food has made me warm and the wine is making my body feel loose and relaxed. I just stare across the table at the amazing man who made dinner for me, and feel like pinching myself, because it seems way too good to be true.

  “I have a surprise for you,” he says.

  “You’ve already done more than enough,” I protest. “Tonight has been perfect.”

  He comes around to my side of the table and kneels by my chair, taking my hand and kissing it.

  “I’m glad you think so,” he murmurs, reaching up to touch my face. “One of the things that I picked up on from the first time that I met you is that, even though you’re confident, you have no idea how truly spectacular you are,” he says, and I blush.

  “I’m just me,” I shrug, looking down.

  He takes his finger and tilts my chin up so that I’m looking at him.

  “You’re amazing, and I’m going to prove it to you,” he says, with a gleam in his eye.

  “What did you do?” I raise an eyebrow.

  “It’s not what I’ve done, it’s what we’re about to do,” he gives me this wicked grin and takes me by the hand, leading me down the hall.

  “Ooohhh, I like the sound of that,” I say, but I’m confused when he stops in front of a closed door.

  “Ready?” he asks.

  “I think so,” I say, wondering what he’s up to.

  Chug

  I open the door to my guest room, which I’ve set up as a photography studio. I love taking pictures, but I usually do nature stuff, so this is going to be fun. I want to show Josie just how stunning she really is. She looks at the room, then looks at me. She can’t decide whether to be excited or confused.

  “Role playing?” she asks, in a voice that lets me know she’d be totally open to that.

  “Sort of,” I say. “Photography is a hobby of mine, and I want to take some pictures of you.”

  “Me? Why?” she asks.

  “Because I want to show you how I see you,” I say.

  It’s true. I want to let her know how perfect she is to me.

  “Do you want to?” I ask, nodding toward the camera.

  “Sure, why not?” she says, a big beautiful smile lighting up her face.

  “I bought some things for you,” I say, hoping that she doesn’t take it wrong.

  “Oh?” she says.

  “Yeah, hanging up in the closet. I’m going to step out for a second, and you check out the closet. Just let me know when you’re ready for me to come back in,” I say, leaving her staring after me when I leave.

  I’ve bought a handful of classy lingerie in colors that will come to life on her. I hope she isn’t weirded out by it.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” she calls out, and I head back into the studio.

  When I open the door, she’s wearing a lime green satin chemise, with a black lace jacket. My cock springs to life and I know that if I don’t get a camera in my hands right away, this photo shoot isn’t going to happen. It’s going to be sweet torture seeing her through the lens and not touching her.

  Josie

  Chug may just be the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. The lingerie that he bought for me is beautiful, and tasteful. I feel like a princess wearing it, and I won’t be ashamed to show Holly some of the pics afterwards, as long as they come out okay.

  “Do you like it?” he asks, picking up his camera and not bothering to hide the enormous hard-on pressing against the front of his jeans.

  “I love it,” I say softly. “Thank you.”

  “Ready to get started?” he asks, this hungry look in his eyes.

  “Looks like you are,” I giggle, giving his crotch a good long look.

  “In more ways than one, beautiful. Can you go sit on the chaise for me?” he asks, nodding at this tufted leather chaise that’s sitting in front of a library backdrop.

  “This is such a great chair,” I say, lounging on the chaise. “Is it yours?”

  “I actually bought it at an antique store today on the way home. I knew you’d look amazing in it,” he blushes and shrugs, retreating behind his camera. “Okay, let me just fix one thing,” he says, coming closer.

  He reaches behind me and takes my hair down, letting it cascade over my shoulders. His sharp intake of breath clues me in to the fact that he likes the results, as does the huge bulge in his jeans.

  “Put your arms up behind your head…yes, perfect. Now, tilt your head down, but look up at me through your lashes,” he commands, crouching in front of the chaise.

  I feel his eyes all over me, and my pussy starts tingling like mad as I get more and more turned on.

  “Your skin is so amazing. It looks like pure cream under the lights,” he breathes, his shutter clicking madly as he photographs me from multiple angles.

  “This is fun,” I giggle and he catches it with his camera.

  “You have no idea,” he reviews the shot with admiration. “You’re a natural, Josie. This is awesome.”

  “Just put me on Vogue, dahhhhhling,” I toss my hair dramatically over my shoulder.

  “I just might,” he muses, making me laugh.

  “Okay, baby, now, sit up for me,” he says, a pulse throbbing in his neck.

  I sit up, and my lace jacket falls off one shoulder, so I turn my head toward it.

  “Yes, perfect,” Chug breathes. “Now, spread your knees apart and put your hands between your thighs,” he directs.

  “What if someone sees these?” I ask, feeling suddenly shy.

  “Then they’ll be jealous of you,” he winks at me.

  “You’re crazy,” I laugh, and put my hands between my thighs, feeling the heat there.

  “Crazy about you,” he says, snapping the pic and then setting the camera down. “I can’t take it anymore,” he says, moving toward me and kneeling by the chaise.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Seeing you looking so incredible and not being able to touch you,” he whispers, brushing my hair back from my face.

  My nipples threaten to poke through the front of my silky chemise, and Chug runs his fingers over them, making me shiver with need.

  “This is the best date ever,” I murmur against his lips as he bends to kiss me.

  “The best is yet to com
e, baby,” he promises, his lips moving on mine.

  He buries his hands in my hair as he kisses me, his muscular chest brushing against my nipples.

  “Lift your arms up,” I say.

  I have to see him, touch him, taste him. He not only lifts his arms up, but peels his shirt off and throws it on the floor. I see his cock peeking out of the top of his waistband, a little bead of moisture glistening on the tip.

  “Your turn,” he says, so I decide to put on a little show for him.

  His photo session has me feeling sassy, so I stand up, and when I do, he immediately slides his hands beneath the chemise, up my thighs, and he groans. I step back a bit, teasing him, and slide the lace jacket off of my shoulders. Then, I turn my back and stretch up my arms, catching the straps of the chemise between my fingers and pulling it off over my head.

  “Oh, hell yes,” Chug grunts when my entire naked body is on display in front of him.

  I slowly turn around, and run my hands from my breasts down to my pussy, watching his eyes follow them.

  “Want some?” I say.

  “I’m gonna get some,” he nods, his eyes roving over me in a way that I can actually feel.

  I’m tingling all over, and a trail of moisture slips down my thigh. He sees it and it sets him on fire.

  “Lay down for me,” I whisper.

  In a heartbeat, he lies on his back, and shucks his jeans and boxers, his hands fumbling with the zipper a bit in his haste. God he’s gorgeous as I look down at his amazing body.

  I kneel between his knees and bend toward him, engulfing his throbbing cock with my tits. The feel of his heat makes me crazy, and I press my thighs together as I lower my head to his massive hard-on. I lick the tip, running my tongue in a circle around the blunt head of him, making him pant with need. His hands go to my hair and I flick my tongue up and down his shaft, driving him crazy. I cup his balls with one hand and take as much of him into my mouth as I can.

  “Aaaaahhh…” he moans, his hips hitching upward as I suck on his cock, sliding up and down his shaft.

  When I sense that he’s getting ready to come, I stop, and he opens his eyes, which are dark with desire. Holding his gaze, I straddle him, just barely touching my pussy to his shaft, and rocking to and fro, teasing him.

  “I want you,” he rasps, teeth clenched.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I say, and I plunge myself down onto his cock, taking him deeply inside.

  I cry out because it feels so good, and I ride him hard, my clit rubbing against the springy hairs of his groin. I’m drenching him in my juices and he grabs my ass, slamming me down on top of him as he bucks up to meet my every move.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” he grunts, his eyes on my bouncing tits as I ride him.

  A fierce fire courses through me, and my body jumps off the cliff into an abyss of pleasure, as my orgasm rips through me, making me shudder and buck and scream. His cock fills me completely, and my muscles grip and release him so hard that he comes shortly after I do, both of us shouting out our release. I feel his hot jets released, and I fuck him even harder, riding the waves of pleasure that are rippling through my very core.

  As I start to relax, my orgasm ebbing a bit, Chug stays inside me and flips me gently onto my back, taking me with powerful thrusts.

  “I’m going to…” I pant, as wave after wave of pleasure starts to build within me again.

  “I know, baby. This one’s for you,” he grins fiercely, dipping in and out of my while my juices dribble onto the floor.

  His look, and his expert movements send me over the edge again, and again, right when I’m in the middle of this powerful vortex of ecstasy, his body goes rigid and he pumps into me, filling me with heat and light and pleasure.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” he shouts, gazing down at me while gripped by his orgasm.

  We both shudder and shake and finally relax, spent.

  Chug rolls to the side, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon, and he reaches for my hand, twining his fingers through mine.

  “I could get used to this,” he turns to look at me, smiling dreamily.

  “Mmm…me too,” I say, snuggling in under his chin.

  “Stay the night?” he asks, sounding so hopeful that it warms my heart.

  “Keep this up, and I may just stay the week,” I tease.

  “Promise?” he chuckles.

  Chug

  I love this girl. There’s no way around it. She has me wrapped around her gorgeous little finger and I love every second of it.

  I have a surprise for her that I hope she’ll like, because if she doesn’t, it could ruin everything.

  When I open the door and see her, she looks more beautiful than ever, and I really hope that what I’ve done hasn’t screwed everything up. Well, there’s only one way to find out.

  “I have a surprise for you,” I whisper into her hair, memorizing the intoxicating scent of her.

  “You’re full of surprises,” she giggles, running a fingertip over my hard-on.

  My dick just will not stay limp around this woman.

  “That’s for later,” I say, stepping away from her while I’m still able. “Go sit at the table and I’ll bring out your surprise,” I promise, kissing her hand and heading for my room.

  Josie

  What on earth is he up to now? I love surprises, so I sit down at the table to wait for him. Boots jumps up into my lap and I snuggle with him while I wait. Fortunately, I don’t have to wait long.

  “Are you ready for this?” Chug asks, coming to the table with a large manila envelope.

  “Yes,” I grin, focused on the envelope.

  What could possibly be in there?

  Chug opens it and takes out a stack of pictures from our photo shoot last week. They turned out really well. My mouth falls open in surprise and delight.

  “Oh wow, you are so talented!” I say. “These are beautiful. Thank you for doing this,” I flip through the photos and lay them out on the table.

  Chug’s use of lighting and angle are amazing, and I can’t believe how good he made me look. I tell him that.

  “That’s not my technique, baby girl, that’s your beauty…and I’m not the only one who thinks so,” he smiles at me.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, puzzled.

  “Well, that’s the second part of my surprise,” he says, reaching into the envelope again.

  He pulls out a stack of papers, stapled together and hands it to me.

  “What’s this?” I ask, utterly confused now.

  “It’s a contract. I showed these to a modeling scout and they want to sign you as a plus sized model,” he grins.

  My mouth falls open and I stare at him, speechless.

  “Are you serious?” I say, finally, glancing down at the contract.

  “Totally serious,” he nods. “What do you think?”

  I’m staring at the paper and see something very interesting.

  “Wait a minute…isn’t this the agency that rejected Cameron?” I whisper.

  Chug doesn’t say anything, he just nods.

  “And they want me?”

  “Yeah, they do,” he says, looking so proud. “Look on page three.”

  I flip over to page three. It’s the part where they propose compensation. My mouth falls open again, and I gasp.

  “That’s a lot of money,” I blink at him, astonished.

  “You’re worth every penny and more,” he says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world to be offered a modeling contract. “What do you say?”

  “I say hell yes!” I exclaim, throwing myself into his arms.

  “Congratulations, baby. And what would you say to moving in with me?” Chug asks softly.

  “I’d say that’s an even better surprise,” I reply, reaching up to kiss him.

  Somehow, the photos and contract get swept onto the floor, and I discover that dining room tables aren’t just for dinner anymore.

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