Love Me Plus Size

Part 7

Violet

"Kyle," I whisper against his lips, my right-hand sliding down his chest. "I need you. Take me to bed."

Kyle's gaze snaps down the dim hallway. Without another word he takes my hand and leads me directly into the master bedroom. We didn't stop until we reached the foot of the king-size bed in the middle of the room.

His fingers weave through my black hair, lips trailing from my forehead, cheek, and ending on my mouth. "I'm asking you one more time sweetness," Kyle says looking into the depth of my eyes. "Is this what you want? If it's not, tell me, because once I start, I won't be able to hold back nor have the ability to ever let you go."

As much as I am enjoying his sweet passionate words, they weren't needed. Kyle didn't need to attempt to win me over with heart-throbbing words that can fill a woman's heart. Even without them, I am willing to offer myself to him. For tonight he'll have me, and we will both finally get the release we've craved.

"Shush," I hush placing an index finger on his mouth. "No more talking Kyle. I want you."

Instantly my finger is replaced with my lips. On contact, Kyle draws me against his chest and kiss me back with the same passion. "I want that dress off," he mummers. I hear the release of the zipper on the side of the dress as the light cool air hits my bare skin, causing goosebumps to invade my body. Kyle's hands rest on my shoulders ready to slide the straps off. With one single flick and the gown will automatically pool to the ground.

At that thought, my eyes open intensively in the middle of our embrace, and they flicker to the bright light in the center of the ceiling. Quickly I thrust back and break the contact thankful my dress is still on. "Wait," I say nervously.

Kyle's breathing is rough but worry shows on his face. "What's wrong?"

I glance up. "Um...The lights."

"What about them?"

"Can we turn them off?" I plead.

He looks at me, dumbfounded from my request. "If we turn off the lights, I won't be able to see you."

I laugh nervously. "That's the point. There's not much to see anyways." I shake my head roughly. "Or is it the other way around? There is too much to see."

His brows scrunch together. "Sweetness, are you talking about your weight?"

Well if he was going to be blunt about it then so will I.

I pout while my expression remains grim. "The last time I checked my pants size did not fall into the single-digit column."

Kyle chuckles his eyes glistening. Nuzzling his face into the grove of my neck he replies, "You're adorable. And those smoking curves of yours just makes it so much hotter. Plus, I could care less about what pants size you wear."

"They're not necessarily curves, it's more like folds." I chuckle humorlessly. I'm glad he isn't facing me because I'm not sure I could stop the insecurities from showing on my face.

"Hush gorgeous," he says trailing his tongue down my neck making me tremble. "It doesn't matter what it is, it's going to be beautiful because it's a part of you."

Darn him and his sweet words!  

I close my eyes feeling defeated. I pray that when Kyle finally see me naked, he didn't run screaming out the room. If and when that happens, I deal with it then. Right now, the only thing I can concentrate on is how amazing Kyle's mouth feels on my skin.

"You taste so heavenly," he whispers against the base of my neck. I arch sideways providing him better access which he gladly accepts. His hands travel back to my shoulders and this time with the flick of his fingers the dress pools to the ground surrounding my feet with the addition of my black bra. I'm didn't even feel him take it off.