Chapter 2 - part 2

I breathe out slowly and the zipper hisses downwards finally giving me room to move. A wobbling mass of Belly spills out across my knees, my shirt rides up revealing a vast expanse of soft pale skin.

You shift our position so I'm sat between your legs, your arms wrapped around my waist, seductive fingers splayed across my belly.

'Pass me the remote and the chocolate bowl' you demand in a deep voice. It's difficult to lean forward to the coffee table; I ooze into your eager hands. My jeans giving up the ghost roll down past my hips revealing my red knickers which are struggling to hold onto their cargo.

'How is the elastic even holding?' you ask eyes wide.
'Not for long' I mutter running a fingers under the constraining band revealing a livid pink streak crossing my pale skin.

'Sooner it snaps the better' I laugh heaving myself back into an upright position clasping the chocolate bowl, the remote safely nestled in my cleavage.

'Well I'm not touching you any lower until it does' you say with a wink removing the remote and hitting play. Placing the remote down on the sofa beside us you run your hand just above the offending elastic making me pant. I'm aching for you to go lower, but I know you won't. Not until you've got exactly what you want.

With an uncomfortable sigh I set too my task, nibbling on the chocolate slowly, piece by piece. I can feel your desire growing, smothered as it is by my bottom. I know your legs must be straining to fit me between them, but at least that makes you as uncomfortable as I am. I give a little wiggle with my next mouthful and feel you twitch.

'Are you teasing me miss?' you growl nipping my neck with your teeth, brushing my hair to one side.

'Absolutely' giggling I scoop a larger handful and crunch down.

'That's better' We begin to alternate the feeding, you dropping chocolate into my open mouth, your spare hand never straying far from my waist. We're making a sizable dent in the chocolate and the funeral is in full swing, making my rising sexual frustration a bit awkward.

I can feel you're getting uncomfortable; you're fidgeting moving up a gear. If I don't move soon you'll have a dead leg. I shift forward slightly but your hands latch onto my hips tightly.

'Where do you think you're going?' You rumble menacingly.

'Giving you more room' I scowl back haughtily.
'What if I enjoy being squished?'
'You'll enjoy the feeling in your legs more'. Feeling rebellious I manage to scoot further forward until I'm sat on the edge between your knees. But you aren't having any of it.

You lock your arms around my waist and hoist me onto your lap. My bum envelopes you, I give it a minute maybe two before you lose all feeling in your lower extremities. I didn't know you had the strength to lift me. It's a hot revelation.

'Feeling bossy today are we?' I ask nibbling on a piece of chocolate. You give me an attentive squeeze and buck your hips making me jiggle.
'You have no idea, now shut up and watch your movie'.

Feeling recalcitrant I lunge for the remote and slip off your lap with a sofa groaning thump.

I jab the pause button with a pudgy finger and meet your gaze head on demanding.

'*** the movie, *** me!'. You say nothing for a moment, sat stock still in an ethereal silence.

Eventually you move to remove the chocolate bowl to the coffee table. I can't read you when you're like this, pushing your emotions inwards until you might burst. All i can see is the fire in your eyes and the heaving of your chest.

'You...' you don't finish your sentence before you spring across the sofa, the rest of the words lost in the kiss you press on me. Hands in my hair you kiss me roughly pulling us closer together.

A hand strokes down my side and starts to scrabble with my jeans, but there's no way they are going to come off with only one hand. I break the kiss breathing heavily.
'You're going to need two hands to get those off' I giggle but you shush me with your blazing gaze.

Withdrawing your other hand from my hair you begin to yank at my jeans, making me bounce as they inch down my generous thighs. You throw my shoes across the room, not caring where they land and finally inch the trousers off my ankles. They too disappear over my head.

You caress the newly available skin enjoying the texture of my silvery stretch marks. I'm gasping for you and reach out, but you push me lightly back onto the sofa and pull your t-shirt off in an enviously fluid motion.

I'm greedy for your skin, the soft firmness of your stomach completely alien and oh so compelling when compared to my own marshmallow body. I stretch to you, but you catch my wrist stopping my hand barely an inch from its target.

'That elastic is still intact' you tut dropping my hand back onto my lap disapprovingly. I grimace down at the band still woefully intact. You pass me the chocolate bowl, I willingly pop a few more into my mouth and you smile.

'Now put the bowl on the side table behind you'.

It's difficult to turn, scrunched as I am on the sofa, but I manage it and place the bowl careful not to knock the lamp. I go to turn back to you, but you stop me.

Instead you pull my legs up onto the sofa forcing me onto my very, very full stomach. You lift me into a kneeling position, heaving breasts squashed against the sofa arm. The sudden downward trajectory of so much soft belly flesh is too much for any piece of elastic to contain. It gives way with a satisfyingly audible snap. Suddenly you're pressed against me like a second skin.

Hands are everywhere, what remains of my knickers are ripped aside now completely useless. Your jean zipper digs into my sensitive flesh and I push back silently pleading with you for release. You drag my shirt off and cup my breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples making me needy.

'Please' I whimper. You remove a hand and rattle the nearby chocolate bowl .
'Oh dear, there's still some left'
'I'm too full' I groan, my body aching.

'If you have room for me, you sure as hell have room for more food'.

You grind into me suggestively sending me beyond the usage of English. I can only growl impatiently in the hope you'll take pity.

'What about a compromise?' you ask.

I hear the hiss of a lowered zip and the fumble of fabric as you free yourself. Our movement knocks the remote onto the floor hitting play, but neither of us could care less for the movie anymore. I'm impatient to hear this compromise.

'One thrust for one handful'. You pound into me and I'm full; so full. I lurch forward my stomach protesting at the sudden movement but I don't care. I crave this fullness, this exquisite completion. I wait for you to move again, but your still, breathing heavily.

'You're forgetting something'

Cursing, my fingers scrabble for the bowl and ram a handful of chocolate into my mouth. I have no will left to be delicate or lady like. I simply want you and more of this feeling. I forget to breathe as I shovel chocolate after chocolate into my eager body. Every thrust sending delicious shivers through me, I'm demanding of you; harder, faster. You reach around, one hand on my pendulum belly, the other burrowing into my sensitive flesh finding my sweet spots.

We lose ourselves as the empty chocolate bowl clatters to the floor, bouncing off the coffee table with a clang we don't hear. Usually you're quieter, but today nothing short of a roar will suffice as you cum. Heaving and sweaty you cling to my back for dear life as I follow you. I am lost in it. It's a rare and privileged moment where we spiral off together and succumb to a well-earned sleep, oblivious to the film credits now scrolling down the screen.

The next morning I'm packing up our lunches for the day ahead and you're sipping your tea when you tell me the number of calories from the night before, 6314 in one evening! I run to the bathroom scales and burst into loud giggles. I'm shocked, appalled and completely turned on by the number appearing. Needless to say we are both very late for work.