Free He Loves My Curves by Stephanie Harley Page B

like we were horny teenagers. He’d messed up my hair and I was anxious for the rest of the night that his cum would seep out onto my dress but he couldn’t control himself.
     
    “Come in the shower sexy, I’m going to be late,” Richard said. He wouldn’t be late, he owned his own consulting business but he’d say anything to get his own way. As soon as I got in he pushed me up against the wall and passionately kissed me, rubbing his rough hands across my hips.
     
    “Haven’t you had enough?” I teased.
     
    “I can never have enough. Besides, just because I’ve had my way with you, it doesn’t mean that I can keep my hands off of your body.” The corner of his eyes crinkled as he gave me a lustful grin. I could see his dick growing slightly and I wondered what he saw when he looked at me.
     
    “I’m thinking about joining the gym,” I said in impulse.
     
    “You’re what?” he turned around and looked at me like I’d told him to fuck off.
     
    “Well I don’t have to go at the same time as you if you don’t want me to. My friends have been wanting me to join for ages.”
     
    “You’re perfect as you are,” he snapped as he quickly finished showering and got out. His manhood was now completely flaccid.
     
    “I think that it’s great that you think that, but I want to feel good about myself too.” I turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around myself.
     
    “So my attraction to you means nothing?” he asked, clearly hurt.
     
    “Of course it does! But wouldn’t you prefer me to be thinner?”
     
    “I’ll love you at any size, you know that, but your curves just drive me wild. You’re just so sexy and you haven’t even put on as much weight as you think you have.” He ogled at my body like he was picturing what was underneath my towel. “And its gone to all the right places.” I could see his bulge pressing against his towel.
     
    “Please, I just want to lose a few pounds.”
     
    “It’s not like the gym’s the best place to do that. You’ll be even hungrier after all of that exercise. I’d much rather give you a workout in bed,” he teased as he flashed me a cheeky smirk.
     
    “Richard stop it! I’m serious.”
     
    “Fine.” He marched off in a huff so I got dressed and went to make our breakfast. He’d always had a vegetable smoothie for breakfast and I’d shamefully chowed down on pancakes, but not today. Today I was having toast with a boiled egg. I took my birth control pill but then I couldn’t wait any longer for him to come downstairs, so I began eating. He came down wearing a sky blue shirt that matched his eyes and his newly clean shaven face accentuated his broad jaw. He’d combed his thick dark hair and after all this time he still made me weak at the knees. He began sipping at his smoothie and then looked over at my nearly empty plate. “What are you eating?”
     
    “Toast and a boiled egg, I wanted something healthier.”
     
    “You see this is how it starts! You’re already starving yourself,” he yelled as he slammed his smoothie down onto the kitchen counter and turned to face me.
     
    “How what starts? I’m just trying to make better choices.”
     
    “I’m not going into work to then spend my day worrying about you starving yourself. You’re becoming obsessed. I’m not leaving until you’ve eaten some pancakes.”
     
    “I’m not starving myself, stop overreacting! I’ve already had more than enough.”
     
    “I mean it, now come on, I’m already late.” He tapped his watch and I gave into him and began getting my ingredients together. He stood over me and made sure that I made as many as usually did. I piled them up onto my plate and had hoped that he’d forgotten about the syrup that I normally drizzled onto them but he opened the cupboard door to find it and squeezed on much more than I usually did.
     
    “That’s enough, I’ll have a heart attack,” I said, as I began eating them while he stared down at