chapter 3

I couldn't believe how uneasy he still was. We both paused there for a moment, him, afraid to realize that he was the only one preventing himself from pleasure these last few weeks, me, hoping some blood would rush to his head, finally realizing that yes, I loved him, that yes, I needed him, that yes, he turned me on even when he'd become plump and overly indulgent, that yes, when he'd eaten too much after a long stressful day, I would be there to comfort and pleasure him, that I wanted to rub his gorged, stretched, swollen gut to make him feel better, that yes, skinny or fat or skinny-fat, I would always want him, always.
He breathing was becoming erratic, laborious as he explored my body with one hand, the delicate feminine folds, over the tiny curve of my belly, up to the underside of one small breast, then down along my side, finally stopping as he cupped and squeezed one cheek of my shapely butt. With his one free hand, he reached up and un-cuffed the other, and after that, unblinking, regained his sense of sight, drawing a deep breath in as he saw my eyes widen; knowing I was in for it, I felt a shiver go down my spine in nervous anticipation.
He worked his way up to his elbows, slowly so not to upset his full belly, and finally all the way up until he was sitting, still erect below, and put one hand on his bulging tummy as he suppressed a low burp. I pretended not to notice, even though I felt my body release, becoming wetter and wetter, determined to keep him on whatever train of thought he was on. He gathered me in his arms, and before he did, he ran his hands through my hair, and kissed me roughly, smelling of mint, sweat, and burning masculine passion.
I surrendered to being pressed against the warm flesh of his fattening middle, my nipples hardening as they touched his body, wrapping my arms around his back and shoulders as he held me secure against him.
"I need you. God, I need you. I love you," he sighed into my neck before kissing me, long and slow, then holding my head between his palms and kissing my forehead.
He sucked each of my perky nipples, and I felt a wave of pleasure roll through my whole body, and as he kissed between my breasts, I put one hand on each side of his belly and massaged his soft, lightly freckled skin. His erection stood pressed against his round belly, and he moaned before burping sheepishly again, hot with desire and embarrassment. I stripped off my underwear, and he pressed his palm hard against me until I moaned in pleasure, knees going weak. As my body helplessly released wetness into his fingers, he spread the subtly salty sweetness into every fold, around my clit, and even down a little onto my inner thighs.
He re-adjusted himself and I lifted up, that immediate bubble of attraction that bloomed inside me that I wanted him so desperately to pop filling and overtaking me as he held my small hips and lowered me onto him. My legs spread, I tightened around him, feeling him spread me apart, feeling his moans and sighs vibrate in his chest as we held each other. I rocked a little and pulsed up and down, down and up again, feeling his white-hot passion conquer me, scratching his back fiercely as I was nearly ready for my whole body to open around him as he ached and throbbed and panted into my ear.
He pulled out of me, and in one swift movement, lay down on his side, turning my back to him as I lay down beside him and he worked his arm under me to support my neck, as I elevated one leg on top of his, exposing me to his passion. He trusted into me, again and again, at first hard and shallow, then slower and deeper, awakening my whole body. He pressed his hot fingers into the softness between my legs.
"Are you going to come for me baby?" He growled as he pressed into me the last time, thrusting deep into me as I felt an overwhelming rush of pressure and pleasure released inside of me as he came, moaning into my neck, heavy belly pressing into the small of my back, and I followed, my whole body tightening and releasing around his, gasping at the brink before totally letting go and submitting to the thrusts of his hips.
We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, feeling the throbbing subside, him still inside me, stretching me apart.
He finally pulled out of me gently and I sighed. I held one of his hands in mine and brought it to my lips.