Free Sexting Curves (BBW Erotic Romance) by Christa Wick Page B

and full. Logan groaned against my breast as I gave him an exploratory squeeze.
    "I won't faint," I promised.
    He pushed up onto his side, looked down at me and shook his head. Beneath my panties, his strong hands kneaded my plump labia. "Can't be too safe, baby."
    He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, a sensual heat glazing his face. "And it makes me so hard to have you where I want you."
    I gave another squeeze and sighed. Hard as steel and thick as a baseball bat from the feel of him.
    He edged toward the end of the bed, his foot hitting the jewelry box. He caught it before it fell. He stood, sorrow flashing across his face, and then he turned toward the dresser.
    "Don't put it away, Logan."
    His gaze caught mine through the mirror. A question filled his eyes.
    Sitting up, I kicked the pillows onto the floor and scooted down the bed. My feet touched the carpet and I proceeded to put my clothes back in order, starting with my exposed breast. Buttons redone, if slightly askew, I smoothed my fingers through my hair then folded them in my lap.
    Looking up at him, I repeated the words. "Don't put it away."
    The slightest nod from Logan then he sank to his knees. Removing the ring, he put the box aside and took my hand. "Marry me, Lily. Have my children. Be a mother to my son. Don't hide from me or doubt how deeply I want and care for you. Love me like I will always love you."
    Voice choking, he slid the ring onto my finger. My tears landed atop his hand. Leaning closer, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him. "Yes. To everything. Always."
    Logan kissed me back, more thoroughly as the soft smile on his face turned hungry. He forced me onto my back. His fingers danced down the front of my blouse to quickly charm the buttons open. A slide of his hand underneath me and the bra came unsnapped. Dragging the straps along my arms, he exposed my breasts.
    Burying his face between my breasts, Logan undid my skirt and stripped my clothes from my lower body. Back on his knees, he sank closer to the floor, his head nestled between my thighs.
    Eyes closed, he feasted. His hands roamed my hips and thighs, gripping my flesh, tugging at it. His soft groans vibrated through me as he tongued and fingered me to my first climax. I blushed at how quickly he could make me come.
    Standing, Logan stripped as I made my way further up the bed. Naked, he crawled on top of me, his head pointed at my feet and our torsos pressed together. His face burrowed once more against my pussy and I sucked half his cock into my mouth.
    Sliding beneath me, his hands separated the globes of my ass. A finger teased my anus as he tenderly nursed at my clit. Moaning, I swallowed more of his cock, the angle of our bodies allowing me to take him deeper than ever before.
    The sucking and fingering between my thighs grew more ragged as I brought him close to the edge of release with me. A phantom flame flickered along my skin, my body contorting from its heat and the need to taste Logan. I licked, sucked, stroked, scratched as he did the same. I started to vibrate, hips rolling, the moans as thick in my throat as Logan's cock.
    He froze, his release shooting into my mouth as my hips crested upwards to ride his lips and tongue. We trembled together, another wave of my climax rolling through me, and then he collapsed to the side.
    Licking my cream from his lips, his eyes drifted shut. I wiggled and shifted along the mattress until my head rested in the crook of his arm. Relentless, his hand returned to my cleft, leisurely working me to another mewling pitch while his erection returned.
    "You're a machine," I teased as he pushed onto his side then covered me.
    "Mmm. A pleasure machine," he agreed, spreading my thighs. "Just for you."
    He worked his hand between us to grip his cock. "I'm taking you like this, love. Bare. I'm going to come inside you."
    Trying not to cry anymore, I nodded. Tears aren't sexy. I wanted him in me, filling me, not drying me cheeks