Chapter 5

He takes my legs and runs his fingers over the left one, using his lips to cool his hot fingers. His skin tone looks amazing next to mine. It’s deeper, but still complimentary enough. He kisses my ankles and undoes the straps which bind my feet to the high heels I wore for some reason I can’t even remember now. He smiles at the green toe nail polish and repeats the same process with the right leg.

I haven’t even noticed it until this point but I am rubbing my stomach now, much like he did. Moving my hands form the top to the bottom, enjoying each individual roll. And moving my gut from side to side, squishing it into the middle like a package of pure delight. When he is done with my shoes, he sits there a moment and watches as I do this, which drives me even more insane. He takes my hands and places them on the sides of my body, for support.

Soft whispers of adorable words escape his lips and he lifts my shirt to reveal my muffin top. He kisses the edges, and looks to me for encouragement. I bite my thumb and then close my eyes, letting my head fall backwards to enjoy his lips on my full moon belly. He rubs and massages the moans out of my core, and before I know it I am submitting to his touch, laying back while he frees my bottom belly out of the skirt.

A flash of confusion happens across my face before he disappears below my stomach. He starts right where my underwear sits, and with his tongue traces a circle along my bone white flesh. His tongue is hot and wet, but his breathing betrays him as cool and calm. Lifting my skirt a bit higher, he is now wrapping his hands around my thighs. Smoothing over them, and pulling them closer to him. I catch his eyes searching for signs that I might not be enjoying this, but each time I moan or suck my breath in he closes his eyes for a moment as if he is trying to force himself to remember that moment above all else.

When I can’t take it anymore I sit up, facing him. He is so tall that when he kneels before me we are almost the same height. His hands run the length and grooves of my body along my spin and up to my neck. He touches the small silver pendent on the chain to my skin; it sends a small shock through me as I look into his eyes.

He leans into me once again, and his own desire presses against my leg when he places his hands behind my neck and surfs through my thick brown hair to untie my halter top. The red ribbons that hold it up just fall to the sides as my arms trap the fabric to my own sides. He takes a moment and kisses my neck, biting me softly before moving lower. My breasts are large and my nipples are so hard that when he peels me out of my top he can’t get enough of them. He gorges on my flesh, biting and licking as if these were two large swollen peaches resting in his hands. And his lips are swollen and full from kissing my stomach and his mouth is slightly open as he greedily laps at both of my mountain peaks.

My gentle giant takes his time with each one, even letting me enjoy them as I take the right nipple into my own mouth. He laughs and watches as I show him that party trick. He takes a moment to just breathe me in, and rests his head on my upper gut, now hanging over the skirt and trapped below my breasts. He wraps his arms around me, never touching to complete the circle.

I run my fingers through his hair and smell him, a man smells like a few different things. He smells like lemon candy and sickly sweet summer sweat. His head then again presses against me, pushing me to lay back. Much like a cat who is trying to love on you, he doesn’t use words.

I think if one of us tried to speak right now we wouldn’t be able to for a few hours. Our bellies are full, hearts are being exchanged, and all the blood is in our lower pieces. We have lost the ability to communicate Huston; if this is a problem don’t ever send help. When I get the idea to lay back, he softly touches my tummy and makes me shiver a bit, and with increasing pressure he slides along my thighs. Deciding my skirt is no longer needed for this activity, he pulls at the elastic and I start to shake as my hips move up so he can slide it over my legs and to the floor.

Thank whatever there is that I wore these black panties tonight. I always think it’s important for a woman to have a secret, and I try to make a point to make it something sexy. Many people don’t know that a nice pair of bikini panties, thin silk and very narrow bands can really make a woman feel like a Goddess. Now I share this secret with my Dear Alan. He runs the tip of his index finger over the ribbing on my hips. And I lean to the opposite side, so he can see how the sewing of the black silk is a huge black line that cuts along my hip.

In my family we have those large “child bearing” hips, and I pride myself on being a pear shape. Alan takes great delight in this soft flesh between my hip bone and my ribcage. He pinches it lightly, and then places a hand over it all, trying to concrete the curve of my hip into his now mushy brain.

Once again he kisses me with pulsing lips on my hip, and runs his left hand over the small of my back. Before he sits up once again he repeats this process to the right hip, even biting down on the fat and skin for a moment. His teeth aren’t rough or scraping, they are smooth and very firm against my soft skin that yields to him.