Love Me Plus Size

Part 6

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Beware of mature content, if you know what I mean :). 

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Violet

Relax? How does one relax in a situation like this?

I'm in the arms of the most handsome and generous man I know. There might be a thin piece of fabric between us, but the heat of Kyle's touch feels like hot lava on my hips. It's insane, but our bodies molded perfectly with one another. And the way my soft belly brushes against his pelvis with every movement did wonders to my aching body.

Being this close to him messes with my body. Tonight continues to stir emotions and physical need that I never knew existed. I'm afraid, unsure if all I want to do is slam my body harder against Kyle and kiss him senseless or slip away from his arms and run my big-girl body out this hotel and into the solitude I'm used to. It's like I'm torn between two worlds and I have no idea what decision is the right one to make.

So, when he tells me to relax, I'm not sure that's possible.

Since the first time he touched me this morning his rough manly hand brushing against the back of my neck, I've been in a state of constant arousal. His soft lingering touches weren't the only reason my core is aching, his gentlemen ways are a turn-on itself. Opening doors, pulling out chairs and treating me like I was someone he treasures were scenarios that only happens in my romance novels. Things like that don't happen in real life and certainly not to a woman of my size.

And the way he ate that dessert from my fingertips, it was so erotic I had to squeeze my thighs a little more to prevent my womanly areas from acting up.

It's disappointing that at 25 years old I've never been on a date or have a man buy me flowers. Like any other teenage girl, I had my fair share of crushes, but I was the big shy girl that the boys never noticed. I went to prom with my friends and instead of going on dates during the weekends I stayed home and curled with a nice book in my pajamas. I don't know how it feels to be liked from the opposite sex or how it feels to be kissed, and I'm alright with that.

Because I'm afraid to experience love.

I'm terrified of the misery, heartache, and sadness that comes at the end of all relationships. Everything comes to an end and nothing lasts forever. They're people that say, "it's better to have loved and lost than to not love at all," but I disagree. If you never loved than you would never have to lose anything.

At ten years old, I'd seen what happened to my mother when my father left us. Sleepless night, buckets of tears, and years of suffering shown me that nothing lasts forever, not even love.

But lust existed. And it's staring right back at me in the dark pools of Kyle's shimmering eyes. I gasp at the intensity of his gaze and a tingle shot straight to the depths of my core.

Did he want me?

I have no experience when it comes to the opposite sex and I prayed that I wasn't reading him wrong. The courage that I wasn't aware I had appeared for the first time since Kyle lead me on that dance floor causing my body finally relax.

Instantly my arms fling around his neck hugging him closer, my breast brushing against his muscular chest. Kyle hiss from the contact his breathing heavy, just like my own. With each large breath I take I feel the tips of my nipples ache and pucker. I am thankful I wore a black padded push-up bra tonight.

Our eyes lock again, and this time Kyle push me rougher against this body, all the while rocking us to the beat of the music. My eyelids shutter shut while my teeth capture my lower lips, forcing a moan from escaping. I can feel it, Kyle's aching erection resting against my stomach. I might be a virgin, but the evidence of his arousal is present.