All Grown Up (3 page)

Erin blinked, unable to find artifice in his
impassioned speech. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Blake shrugged. “Probably not, but you’re a
fool if you walk away without exploring this thing between us.” His
voice dropped an octave. “I can guarantee you’ll have no regrets,
physically.”

“Emotionally?”

He shrugged. “I hope not, but I can’t make
that promise.”

That was her undoing, his too-honest answer.
If he’d tried to bluff her, or convince her she’d have no regrets
about acting on their attraction, she would have been able to get
up and leave. Having him acknowledge the real possibility that she
might wish she hadn’t done it afterward breached the wall she’d had
keeping him out.

With a soft whimper of defeat, she turned to
face him, leaning closer. He met her halfway, their mouths tangling
hungrily, each desperate for a taste of the other. Her heart raced
in her ears, and warmth moved from her stomach to lower down, as
nerves surged to life again. It was akin to her foot waking up
after falling asleep.

Blake surprised her by lifting her onto his
lap. She wasn’t the petite type that men could sling around with
ease, but he hadn’t seemed to notice or struggle with the task. She
straddled his thighs, returning the kiss he reinitiated. His cock
was hard through his jeans and her skirt. She squirmed,
instinctively seeking it with her pussy, making him groan.

“This shirt has never looked so good,” he
said, fumbling for a second with the buttons on the top to strip it
off her.

He buried his face in her cleavage, licking
the skin and making her squirm again. His cock hardened even more,
and she figured he must be close to bursting out of the jeans. Out
of consideration, and desperation to feel his hot shaft, she
unfastened the snap and worked the zipper down carefully, to avoid
pinching the rock-hard flesh underneath.

While she tactilely explored his cock, Blake
unhooked the front fastening of her bra. “I love these things,” he
said.

“Breasts?” she asked with a grin.

“Mmmm.” He licked one of her nipples. “Those
too, but whomever invented front-opening bras is a genius.” Blake
cupped her large breasts in each hand, keeping his head between
them.

“Whoever invented them in my size is a
wunderkind at engineering.”

Blake frowned up at her. “Your tits are
awesome, beautiful, luscious—I could go on. The point is, they’re
perfect.”

She wanted to believe his words, but it was
difficult to let go of a lifetime of hearing the opposite. In the
interest of maintaining peace, she withheld comment and started
stroking his cock in earnest.

“Erin.”

She met his gaze when he spoke in that
uncompromising tone. “What?”

“I’m not just saying that. I had no idea
actual breasts like this existed. Hell, I’ve seen them in magazines
and large breasts in pornos, but they were so fake, and so out of
proportion to the girls, that I never went for big boobs. That was
before having a taste of the real thing.” He pressed his thumbs
against her large nipples. “Your breasts are the most beautiful
I’ve ever seen, touched, or tasted.” Blake moved his head to take
one of her nipples, sucking the large bud and part of her areola
inside his mouth.

Erin arched her back, offering more of her
breast to his tongue. He flicked it rapidly across the nipple
before biting. She yelped in surprise, and a bit of discomfort.
Blake did it again, while lightly twisting the other nipple between
his thumb and forefinger. Sensations danced through her, emanating
from her nipples, but settling between her thighs. She writhed
restlessly, wanting him to touch her pussy, but dreading removing
her clothes. He clearly was unused to plus-sized partners. How
could he possibly find her figure as attractive as the women’s
bodies to whom he was accustomed?

With trembling hands, she tugged his polo
shirt from the waistband of his opened jeans, stripping it off when
he paused breast worshipping long enough to let her take it over
his head. His chest was firm and tanned, with a sprinkling of crisp
blond hair. She tangled her hands in the short strands before
flattening her palms against his skin. Erin allowed herself a
leisurely exploration of his chest and abdomen with both hands
before returning one to his thick cock. It pulsed in her hand, as
if welcoming her back, and an echoing throb shot through her
cunt.

She squeezed the head, making Blake gasp. He
tore his mouth from her breasts, dragging in deep breaths. Erin
didn’t make it any easier for him to breathe as she continued
squeezing and stroking his shaft. “You have a huge cock, Blake. I
bet all the girls want to play with you.” She winced, hoping her
thoughtless comment wasn’t interpreted as a dig against his past
sexual exploits.

He grunted. “Maybe, but there’s only one girl
I want to play with. She has the most amazing tits, and the most
beautiful brown eyes. When she actually smiles at me, it’s hard to
breathe, because she’s so lovely.”

“That’s sweet, but isn’t there a better use
for your mouth?” she teased. A second later, Erin let out a cry of
surprise when he upended her off his lap, sending her sprawling on
the chaise lounge of the sectional. For a moment, she thought she’d
offended him, until she realized he was methodically stripping off
her skirt, shoes, and stockings.

Frozen, she lay before him in just a pair of
red panties. They were silky and made her feel sexy hiding
underneath her clothes, but didn’t do much to bolster her
self-image while lying in front of such a perfect male specimen,
whose gaze devoured her. He couldn’t fail to notice every
imperfection, every ounce of unwanted flesh. She shivered, trying
to force back her fear of rejection, but was still unable to quite
believe his acceptance when he crouched down in front of the
sofa.

Blake stroked her folds through the silk.
“Pretty.”

“Th-thanks.”

“Very pretty.” He stroked her again. “I’ll
bet what’s inside is even prettier.” Blake slipped a finger in
through the side of her panties to caress her slit. “Tasty
too.”

Erin trembled, knowing what he was planning
as he pulled the underwear down her body, taking it off and tossing
it into the clothes pile on the floor. No one had ever gone down on
her. There had been some fondling with boys before Mick, but he’d
been her only lover and had professed desire to avoid giving her
oral sex because of her thick thighs. Had he been willing to try,
she wouldn’t have let him after that statement. The old
self-consciousness reared its ugly head as he parted her thighs and
settled between them. With a hint of desperation, she said, “I
meant kissing.”

There was a bit of a dazed look in his eyes.
“What?”

“When I suggested another use for your mouth,
I was talking about kissing.” Her eyes pleaded with him not to get
any closer to her pussy.

Either he didn’t see the message or ignored
it. “I’m about to kiss you.”

“Blake, please don’t.” She cried out when his
mouth covered her slit, his breath teasing her. Erin whimpered when
he licked her, homing in on her shy clit, cajoling it to come to
his mouth. Wet heat flowed freely from her pussy as she writhed and
wriggled, no longer sure if she wanted to get away or wanted to
bring him closer.

Blake put a firm hand on her soft stomach,
forcing her to mostly hold still as he kissed and sucked her folds.
Erin cried out his name as she tried to buck her hips. He continued
stroking her with his tongue, flicking it across the sensitive nub
before running down her slit to probe the opening of her sheath. He
groaned as her body instinctively tightened, trying to draw his
tongue deeper inside her.

He slid a finger inside her as his tongue
continued exploring her insides. The dual stimuli left her begging
to come. “Please, Blake. Please don’t torture me.”

Lifting his head, he said, “That’s half the
fun.” Apparently, he decided to show mercy, because he sucked on
her clit rhythmically while continuing to thrust his finger in and
out of her pussy, bringing her to a screaming climax seconds
later.

Her body shook, and she couldn’t breathe for
a second as her thighs tightened around Blake, trying to hold his
head when he went to move away. He eased out gently, propping his
chin on her stomach. Her arousal glistened on his face, and she was
embarrassed at the prodigious amount. The pleasure was gone in that
instant, and she found it hard to meet his gaze.

Blake scooted up to sit on the lounge between
her thighs. “Hey, what’s wrong?” When she shook her head, he cupped
her cheek to force her to meet his gaze. “What’s the matter? Didn’t
you like it?”

She nodded, biting her lip. Still unable to
meet his eyes, she said, “I’m sorry I made such a mess.” Her head
snapped up when he cursed.

“I don’t know if it was that Mick dick, or
some other guy who did this to you, but he’s…well, what I said.” He
leaned closer, putting his hand on the back of her neck, as he
rested his forehead against hers. “That’s normal, Erin. I’d be
upset if you didn’t come so hard. It would mean I hadn’t done my
job.”

Hating the vulnerability she felt, she closed
her eyes, but managed a nod. Her eyelids fluttered open when his
mouth touched hers, spreading her own essence to her lips. She
touched her mouth with her tongue, finding the taste strange, but
not unpleasant.

“See? Nothing to worry about.”

Feeling a little more confident, she nodded
again before kissing him deeply. Once more, she delved into his
briefs, seeking out the swollen treasure hidden there. She rubbed
him as vigorously as the awkward position allowed. Finally,
frustrated, she broke the kiss. “Could you take off those things?
They’re driving me crazy.”

With a chuckle, he stood off to shuck off his
remaining garments. Standing before her, he caressed her hair.
“Would you like to move to the bedroom?”

Erin shook her head. “Maybe later. Right now,
I just want you to fuck me.”

Again, Blake sat down on the sofa between her
legs. He tickled her thighs before teasing her mound. “I want to be
inside you, but I’m not going to fuck you, Erin.”

She frowned. “I don’t understand.” Had he
changed his mind? She’d done something wrong, but what? Maybe he
was just tired of her lack of self-confidence. Tears burned behind
her eyes, and she blinked rapidly to keep them from falling.

“I’ve fucked a lot of women—every woman I’ve
been with, until now. I didn’t really care about them, any more
than they cared about me. It was about getting off.” He took her
hand. “I want to give you better than that. I don’t want to fuck
you. I want to…I don’t know. Saying ‘make love’ seems premature,
but fucking is just so stark, so emotionless. Do you understand
what I mean?”

A sneaky tear managed to escape and trail
down her cheek. He caught it with a fingertip. Erin managed a shaky
smile. “Perfectly.” She parted her thighs wider, in invitation, and
Blake moved forward, positioning himself between her legs. She held
her breath as the head of his cock slipped between her swollen
lips, stretching her more the deeper he sank. She clung to him when
he was fully inside her, breathing through the discomfort that
faded away.

Blake groaned. “You feel so good. Soft and
tight. I could stay inside you forever.”

With a throaty laugh, she said, “I’d rather
you didn’t. I’d like to have another orgasm.”

“If that’s what you want,” he said with a
teasing gleam, as he thrust in and out of her, starting slowly and
increasing the pace. She matched his thrusts, circling her hips
each time he hit the sensitive spot deep inside her to rub her clit
against him. An orgasm during sex, without her vibrator, was
unheard of, but she was hurtling toward the precipice, as he moved
in and out, driving her toward release. When Blake surged deeply
inside her, his cock spasmed, and the first spurts of his cum hit
her G-spot, making her gasp and let out a small shout as she
climaxed, squeezing around his shaft like a vice.

At some point, she was vaguely aware of him
pulling out and tucking her against his side. She was still in
blissful aftermath, and his embrace felt safe and comforting. Blake
was her lover. A small part of her couldn’t believe it, but the
proof was still inside her. He’d seen something in her. She still
didn’t know what, but a glow of pride suffused her. If a man like
Blake could think she was beautiful, surely she could do the
same?

His chest rumbled when he asked, “So, Seattle
or New York?”

She turned her head to look at him. “New York
has a lot to offer.”

Blake took her hand, pressing it against his
hardening cock. “So does Seattle.”

Erin pretended to think it over until he was
glowering at her. “I concede the point.” She wrapped her hand
around him, coaxing him back to a full erection. “After some
consideration, I think Seattle has a lot more to offer than New
York.”

“Damn straight.” Blake lifted her on top of
him to sit astride him. “Maybe I’d better show you again all that
the city offers.”

“Maybe so, but I have enough right here to
make my decision.” She sank onto his cock. “I’m going to take the
job here.” Erin leaned forward to brush her nipples against his
chest. “Is there some kind of welcoming gift for a new
Seattleite?”

“Absolutely. Let me give it to you.” He
thrust into her with his words.

“I’d like that,” she said a bit breathlessly,
suddenly losing the ability to participate in the flirtatious
exchange. “I’d like every inch, and then some.”

He grasped her buttocks, pulling her tightly
against him to pound into her. Kneading her cheeks, he brought her
to climax in a few powerful thrusts. As the orgasm washed over her,
he said, “Welcome to Seattle, Erin,” with a sexy chuckle before
giving in to his own orgasm.