Free Dressed in Yellow: BBW Contemporary Romance by Karina Ashe Page B

of plain black stilettos, pulling them out of the closet along with the dress.
    “I forgot to give you the shoes,” Leon said, coming into the bedroom.
    Aiva froze, turning to face him fully rather than suffer the embarrassment of trying to find a sheet to cover herself. She wasn’t ashamed of her voluptuous body, and to be fair, he’d been in her room a fair number of times for one reason or another over the last few weeks. Of course, usually with her foreknowledge and when she was fully dressed.
    Dragon green eyes flared, roving over her with an instantaneous hunger. She saw the tic in his jaw, knew he must be clenching his teeth.
    “Pardon me,” he said after a long, tense moment, but didn’t move. He dropped the boxes in his hands as if they were refuse, Aiva jumping from the loud cardboardy crash on the floor.
    Leon stalked towards her. Between one moment and the next she was lifted in his arms, pinned to her bed. The breath whooshing out of her because he’d tossed her, none too gently. Aiva scrambled to sit up but his body covered hers, a knee between her legs, hands on either side of her head.
    He dipped his head into her neck, inhaling. “Be still,” he said quietly.
    “Leon-”
    Teeth nipped her neck, a warning. She yelped, hands clutching his upper arms.
    “I want to fuck you so bad,” he said against her skin. “You just don’t know how hard these weeks have been. All I have to do is-” his hand curled around the flimsy strap of her panties, fingers grazing her hip. He tugged, experimentally, “-rip these off you. You wouldn’t deny me.”
    His mouth trailed down her neck, along the curve of her breast, finding a nipple through the satin of the bra. Full coverage, because she needed the support. Maybe one day when they had nowhere to go she would wear a piece of nothingness for him because he’d be taking it off anyway.
    Aiva moaned when he pushed the bra aside, exposing her to his tongue and teeth. He tugged on her flesh, gently at first, then with increasing force, each nibble lighting a match of desire in her clit. Her legs moved restlessly, hips arching without her volition. Her body knew what it wanted.
    “Leon,” she whispered in a half moan.
    He swore, his hand moving from her hip to cup her mound. The touch seared her; she arched into his hand.
    “No one has ever touched me there before,” she said, licking her lips. His eyes met hers, brilliant with his struggle to control his lust.
    “No one ever will again.”
    Holding her gaze, his fingers slipped inside her panties, knee pushing her legs apart just enough for him to have access. She gasped when he grazed her clit, found the tiny bit of engorged flesh and rubbed it with his thumb. Her hips lifted off the bed; she never felt such incredible pleasure coupled with an intense yearning for more. Her pussy clenched, as if seeking a cock to claim it.
    “Don’t tease me,” she said, biting her lip.
    His smile was savage. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he replied, and his fingers delved inside her pussy.
    Aiva cried out, the invasion both foreign and promising. His strong fingers slid in and out of her body, an ancient rhythm she instinctively echoed, even as one hand reached for the bulge at his crotch, eager to feel the bare hardness of his cock. He stopped her, a hand around her wrist.
    “No,” he ground out. “This is for you. A taste of the pleasure I can give you- if you would stop being so stubborn.”
    Aiva didn’t know what he meant by that, and after a second she didn’t care. He slid off the edge of the bed, grasping her hips to turn her to face him fully, draping her legs over his shoulders. When he had her positioned, he again pushed aside her panties to bare her sex, entering her with three wide fingers. When his mouth touched her clit, she cried out.
    “What are you doing?”
    He laughed against her body, his tongue flicking her nub, his fingers in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t think, only