Chapter 6

He smiles slightly and puts his hands on my hips, running his fingers under the seams of the bikini that keeps his face millimeters from tasting me. He flirts with the idea of not even unwrapping the present before him, maybe pulling some of the ribbon to the side, like you would a present to get a peek at the wonder and beauty inside. Knowing what is there, and yet being as excited to just rip it open and play with your new toy.

Finally he kisses my lower belly, and I once again rear my hips closer to his face as he slides the silk away. I lay there for a moment, not being able to see over my own girth, and I feel his breath on my thighs. I jump a little when his tongue darts out to lap my inner thigh and he holds me still with his arms on my belly. I watch my belly jiggle as I move backwards, and reach for a pillow.

He watches as well, and his face tells no lies. I move back to the headboard, and lean against a pillow. I start to do something I haven’t ever admitted to doing, or done for anyone else. I slide my top all the way off, my white porcelain skin is exposed.

I have a large full moon shaped belly, with 2 thick long tree trunks to support the moon. Tendrils of pure night sky fall from and around the eyes of a goddess above the moon, watching over everything. I lift up my lower stomach and softy message it. I get braver and notice Alan standing at the foot of the bed. He kneels with his left knee, taking of his own shirt in a hurry to not miss a moment of this woman loving each dent, crease and dimple.

His shirt is on the floor in a jumbled mess with my own, and he’s watching as I play with my gut. His eyes are fixed on me as it wobbles and moves with the rhythm of my hands forcing it this way and that, it moves like soft warm jelly on toast. With a swift move he pulls my legs and that makes my arms stop working my own belly, he pulls me closer to him. He kisses my temples and puts a pillow behind my head. He’s got a beautiful picture, 3 of them in a row, of the ocean on his ceiling.

I stare at it as he kisses trails from my lips to my belly again. The fire inside of me starts to leap and burn again as he kisses my inner thighs, moving closer to me as a woman. He lays flat on his stomach that’s covered with man fur, and slowly runs circles around me with his dangerous silver tipped tongue. His tongue dodging inside and out, around and over his tongue dances upon my velvet. Instantly the heat inside my belly moves around my own body, travels up my spine. He holds me under this spell, under the torrid waters of desire. He grips tighter onto my belly and when my legs start close to his tongue lashings he becomes all the more smitten and increases intensity with each movement. My hands touch his at the climatic pivotal moment of orgasm, and he holds them both, his face being lost to my belly and thighs.

When he appears again, his face is red from lack of air as I came. His hair is messy, and his eyes slick still. He lets me writhe around some, enjoying the pressure of his hands holding my hips below his own, and he moves above me. He touches a soft misplaced curl, and removes his jeans.

Suddenly I am jealous. These lean taught muscles, he plays basketball with his friends whenever he can, strain to move closer to me. His cotton boxers, skim my left calve as he removes them. They to join the clothing party near the floor. This devil of an angel of an innocent man moves forward.

He gently touches my sides and once again streams his fingers like fish following a flow of a river, like an expert playing strings on a guitar. My ecstasy moves me to moan and press my bruised rose red lips against his. I hold his face in front of mine and pull him on top of me. He is a stubborn man who doesn’t want to get to the top of the mountain, but finds himself there regardless, and stares in awe of the beauty from above his vantage point.

He looks me in the eyes and moves to be inside the mountain. He is ever so gentle with his first thrusts, and sees how I writhe in passion again. He stops and kisses me, a sly smile as I arch my back further to meet him. I look down and I see his hair dark and warm against my alabaster skin. So much white belly and a little bit of his belly touching mine, moving in unison. My fat moves like hyper waves in the ocean with each time he crashes into me. His bed squeaks and groans in complaints of my weight. He lets little lights of moans out, while I can’t help but make noise bursting like a flood light at times.