chapter 16

As he spoke he moved closer, still cradling his gut in his hands watching her, watching her reactions...had he said too much too soon?

Reaching her, he released his belly, loving the sensation of its soft flaccidness as it almost soundlessly slapped his upper thighs,

She was started by his words. He seemed to bearing all to her. But was it an act? If it were, it seemed a bit unnecessary because she was already here. He had already snagged her, hook line and sinker. He could love her? She didn't know how to respond but she was fortunately saved by the proverbial bell. The rumble of hunger that cut through the silence could not of felt good to the poor man. With that she smiled, lifted the plate with the sandwich, and took one hand. She led him from the kitchen to the huge room with the fireplace.

He was right; it felt amazingly warm and cozy. She was perfectly comfortable despite being naked. She led him over to the huge, comfy couch and guided him to sit. She then sat down with him, still holding the plate with the sandwich. It was so big there was no feasible way for her to really feed it to him, it she would sit here and rub him while he ate. Then she planned to go get some of the goodies she had brought with her and once that happened Bill would no longer be using his own hands for food. She intended to make sure he ate every single bite and she would do it all herself, for the man she now considered to be hers.

As she led him into the great room, by her silence and the way she held his hand he knew his confession in the kitchen was unnecessary and kicked himself.

He realized she had seen clear through his bluster and tough guy act otherwise she wouldn't be here in front of him to begin with, naked and holding a plate of food.

His stomach growled again and he felt her massage the side of it nearest her, distracting him from watching her body move, cat-like next to him. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way of her full breasts and the way her butt cheeks moved in rhythm to her walk.

Taking over he guided to a circular pit area in front of the massive stone fireplace. The pit lined with huge pillows and blankets and shawls of the softest wool. Guiding her he helped her sit, again watching the graceful flow of her body, her breasts swinging underneath her as she settled herself. The feel and the taste of them in his mouth came rushing back and he ached to repeat the experience.

"A second to set a couple new logs on the fire, don't move" he said and moved to restock the fire trying to do it with as much grace a man fat as he could. He could feel his belly sway beneath him as he struggled with the unwieldy logs, not occurring to him she had a very intimate view of his most private area.

She admired him as she watched him place the logs in the fireplace. Her hands ached to rib every inch of his gloriously fire-lit fat but she held off, known there would be plenty of time. This was feeding time and she was going to revel in just as much as she would an intense lovemaking session. Speaking off which, he seemed well up for such a task....

She mentally shook herself to clear her head. He was coming back to her, looming like a mountain in front of her. It took all she had to not kneel in front of him...but she would wait, at least until he had a mouthful to moan around. Just the thought of that image was enough to make her shudder with anticipation as she imagined a contest of erotic proportions. Would he be able to finish a meal before she could finish him orally? But that was a daydream. She may try this weekend but it would have to be carefully approached.

He returned to her side, the fire now crackling happily, radiating a soothing, and comforting warmth. It took some time but he managed to lower himself to her side, noting she held his plate carefully out of the way, her other hand holding a pillow that would center in his lumbar area. He sighed, slipping his arm around her as they sat semi-reclined flank to flank.

"Are you warm enough? Your skin feels cool...not good so soon after that hot shower. Tell you what...turn and straddle my thighs and let the fire warm your back, I will do my best to warm your front", he finished with a wink.

As if they were communicating telepathically she was already in motion, settling on his thighs leaning into him. "Yes, oh god that feels good" he whispered as his hands and fingers explored her back, pressing and releasing those special spots where ribs meet spine. This is sheer heaven he thought, opening his eyes to see her holding the plate, and letting it rest on the crown of his belly, now rumbling in anticipation.

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more to come :-)