Curvy Girls Need Love (BBW Romance, Rock Star Romance) (2 page)

I shook my head. “Why don’t you drink?” I persisted.
“Do you have a problem with alcohol?”

“I don’t have a problem with alcohol. I have a
problem with alcoholics. I don’t enjoy their company, so why would I join their
ranks?”

“That’s an excellent answer,” I said. “I feel the
exact same way.”

His fingers had found my hardened nipple, and he was
pressing against it in ways that made me feel moist down below.

The flesh between my legs was pounding like a drum,
and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I asked myself whether I was actually
prepared to go all the way with a virtual stranger in the back seat of a
limousine. The answer surprised me. I was ready; I just had to wait for an
invitation.

“I looked you up on the Internet,” I said. “You were
right. You are a big deal.”

“I told you so,” he said. Stone moved his hand to my
other breast and moved it around. I could tell he was trying to find the
nipple. My breasts were full, round and heavy inside my bra. The nipples tended
to shift around when I moved, never landing in the same place twice. It was one
of the hazards of having such a large bra size.

“Your tits are huge,” he murmured.

I assumed he meant it as a compliment, but I felt a
little miffed. “Your powers of observation are extraordinary, Sherlock Holmes,”
I said.

He looked at me strangely, but he didn’t stop his
pursuit of my errant nipple. Stone located what he was looking for. With a look
of triumph, he lowered his mouth to my breast and began to suck the nipple
right through the fabric of my shirt and bra.

I gasped in surprise and pleasure. In the back of my
mind, I wondered about the driver. He had probably seen all this before. It was
disappointing to think of how many women Stone had shagged in the back of this
very limo, so I tried not to think about it as he pressed one of his hands
between my legs.

Instinctively, I tried to sit a little taller and
suck in my stomach as he swirled his palm over the curves of my body. I held my
breath as his hand passed over my belly, concentrating hard on trying to make
it flatter.

People tended to think that I was confident with my
body considering I danced wearing very little to cover my ample curves, but
that wasn’t the case.

Dancing was my job, and I loved it. However, acting
was as much an element of my routine as dancing. When I was onstage, I was
playing the part of a big beautiful woman who was secure with her body.
Offstage, I was just another woman with self-esteem problems.

Stone’s wet mouth left a circular damp spot on the
front of my blouse when he abandoned my nipple for my lips. He kissed me deeply
with the hard, slow kisses to which I had already become accustomed in such a
short period of time. I was reasonably sure that I would measure the kisses of
all future lovers against Stone’s and find them lacking.

My hands traveled of their own accord. They explored
the sides of his face, the thickness of his shoulders and the muscles of his
powerful arms. My hands ventured lowered. They caressed his chest. It felt
exactly the way I had expected.

I dragged my fingertips down the hard slope of his
taut belly until they rested on his waist. Then I reversed their direction,
pushing his t-shirt upward to reveal his sculpted abs. My desire for him
suddenly became overwhelmed by my own feelings of inadequacy. I have never had
flat abs. My legs were thick and strong. My arms were toned, but my belly was
decidedly soft. I let the fabric of his shirt fall back down to cover his
perfection.

Stone sensed my hesitation. With one smooth move, he
hooked a hand into the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

I couldn’t stop staring. His body reminded me of Michelangelo’s
statue of David. It was immaculate. Before I could protest, Stone had removed
my shirt and tossed it onto the seat beside his own. My confidence took a
further nosedive, and I tried to cover the softness of my body with my hands.

“You’re so beautiful,” Stone whispered in my ear.
The heat and moisture of his breath temporarily drove all other thoughts from
my mind. That’s when I felt his hands fumble behind my back. With a sense of
trepidation, I realized that my brassiere was about to be discarded.

My cushiony mounds swung into view. I noticed that
flecks of adhesive were still stuck to my areolas from the tassels I had worn
at the club. Embarrassed, I tried to obscure his view with my palms.

He didn’t seem to notice that anything was amiss as
he turned his attention to the button that fastened the waistband of my denim
jeans. Without fumbling, he popped the button free of its hole and unzipped my
zipper. My pliable lower belly obediently moved into view.

“I don’t know if I want to do this,” I said, trying
to push his hands away.

“Don’t you find me attractive?” he asked. He
genuinely looked confused, and I thought I saw hurt in his eyes.

“Of course, I find you attractive. I don’t think
there’s a woman on the face of this planet who wouldn’t find you attractive,” I
babbled as I wrestled with the zipper of my jeans. The strip of metal refused
to comply because of my seated position. I couldn’t stand up, so I contemplated
lying supine on the seat in order to coax the teeth back into place.

Since I didn’t want Stone to get the wrong idea, I
decided against reclining against the luxurious leather upholstery and reached
for my shirt instead.

“I have condoms,” he said helpfully as he blocked my
access of my shirt and bra.

“It’s not that,” I said. My lower lip was starting
to tremble, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. “It’s just that you’re
so, so perfect, and I’m so . . . imperfect.”

Stone took my hands and held them gently. “You are
perfect,” he said.

“You probably just want to see what it’s like to
have sex with a fat chick,” I said. I was crying in earnest now. Hot tears
flowed down my face and dripped onto my massive breasts, leaving wet trails that
glistening in the shifting light of the moon and the streetlamps that
illuminated my skin in patches.

“You’re wrong,” he said. “I want to see what it’s
like to have sex with you, Tessa Snow. You are so much more than just your
weight. I was drawn to you from the moment that I saw you.”

“The redheaded girl at the club was so skinny.” I
sniffled.

“Yes, she is skinny. She’s also a heroin addict.
That’s not my style. Do you think I would ever consider dating a girl like her?
I couldn’t bring her home to meet my mother. That’s for sure.”

My tears were starting to diminish, but I had never
felt less sexy. At the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was implying
that he could bring a girl like me home to his family. I chose to believe that’s
exactly what he meant; I managed a smile.

“That’s better,” he said. Stone began to kiss the
trails of teardrops that had stained my face. His mouth followed their path to
my naked breasts, eventually latching onto one of my oval-shaped nipples.

 He suckled me as he gently caressed my breast with
one hand. His other hand slid down the back of my pants. He touched the skin at
the small of my back.

The limo driver was still driving. I had no idea
where we were going. It did occur to me to ask, but I didn’t.

Stone’s hands had both shifted, but his lips and
tongue remained firmly planted on my breast. Hot flashes and cold shivers ran
over my skin in tandem as his hands slowly worked my pants ever downward until
I had to shift my hips upward so he could free the denim from my body.

Somehow, Stone positioned me flat on my back on the
long, wide seat of the limousine. He was still fully dressed from the waist
down.

I was completely naked. Even my shoes and socks had
wound up in parts unknown. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there
somewhere with my discarded jeans and my damp lace underpants. My heart was
pounding so hard that I was sure he would hear it.

He spread my legs apart and shifted his body until
he was kneeling diagonally. His knees were pressed against the floor of the
limo in front of the seat where I lay. His face was planted directly between my
open thighs. Obviously, I knew what was coming next, and I was both excited and
terrified.

Stone’s fingers spread my labia apart, and his
tongue immediately found my clitoral hood. This was obviously not his first
time at the rodeo. He had no difficulty working his tongue through my folds of
skin to the kernel of sensitive nerve endings within.

I had never had an orgasm before. That’s not exactly
true. I had managed to eke out a small climax alone in the privacy of my
bathroom with a handheld massaging showerhead pressed between my legs, but I
had never been brought to ecstasy with a man.

That changed with Stone right there in the backseat
of his chauffeured limousine. I don’t know how many times he licked my love
button before I began to squirm and twitch uncontrollably under the waves of
pleasure that engulfed me, but it was fewer times than it takes to get to the
center of a Tootsie Pop.

All thoughts of shyness or shame dissolved under the
heat that emanated from the depths of my inner sanctum. My pussy was wet with
his saliva and the natural moisture that seeped from deep within my body.

I clamped my legs together, giving him no choice but
to remove his mouth from the center of my womanhood. My thighs quivered as I
pressed them toward each other, rocking back and forth until the contractions
stopped rippling through my tunnel of flesh.

“Did you finish?” he asked.

“Did I finish?”
Oh, Boy, did I ever finish.
“Yes,”
I whispered weakly. “Do you want me to return the favor?” I was more than
willing to take his hardness into my mouth, but I couldn’t really guarantee
results.
Fellatio
had never been my forte.

“No,” he replied. “I want tonight to be all about
you.” He paused. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes.”

I watched as he finished undressing. The gently
rolling motion of the moving vehicle didn’t slow him down. I wasn’t surprised
to discover that his lower body was just as flawless as the rest of him.
Michelangelo’s David popped into my mind again. Stone Street was all bulging
muscles and human beauty.

One aspect of Stone’s body was dissimilar from Michelangelo’s
marble masterpiece. His penis was erect and enormous. He lay atop me with that
massive erection poised above the wetness of my opening.

I was thankful that he had relaxed and lubricated my
body with his tongue. Otherwise, I don’t know how I could have even imagined
fitting the entire length and girth of his hard-on within my pink walls.

“Guide me inside you,” he whispered.

“I can’t,” I replied. “I never did that before.”

“Are you a virgin?” Stone’s expressive eyes widened
with curiosity.

“No,” I said. “I’m not a virgin. I’m just not very
skilled.” It was painful to admit this tidbit of information to such a
beautiful creature. I had a sinking feeling that he was accomplished enough for
both of us.

“Just wrap your hand around it,” he said. “It won’t
bite you.”

I gingerly reached above my rounded tummy to the
place where his magnificent member was hovering just above the center of my
body and took his turgid flesh into my hand. It was impossible for me to
enclose the cylinder with my hand. However, I was able to get a good grip on it
and direct the bulbous glans of his penis to my wet opening.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip. It was just so big.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s not that bad.” He
kissed my eyelids and waited for my signal before beginning to work the head of
his arrow into the tightness of my sacred chamber.

I could feel the resistance my body provided against
his as he pressed into my wetness. Using slow, steady pressure, he managed to
push himself inside me. Once my muscular walls were spread apart by his
thickness, he began to thrust in and out on a layer of slick moisture.

The pressure and the friction reignited the flames
of my desire. It didn’t take long before I began to feel the telltale signs of
an impending climax. My muscles tightened, my toes curled and my back arched. I
was so close. I could feel it.

“Stop straining and relax,” Stone said softly
against my neck. He trailed hot little kisses along my skin, kissing my throat
with his perfect lips.

I concentrated on forcing my muscles to relax. I
slowed my breathing and focused on the essence of the man who was inside me,
stroking my hair and whispering sweet words that I couldn’t even hear over the
beating of my own heart pounding in my ears.

To my surprise, relaxing my body caused me to climax
harder and faster than I would have if I had continued to strain and struggle
toward reckless abandon. As I came, I wrapped my strong legs around his back
and used them to pull him deeper inside me where he almost immediately found
his own paradise.

I could feel the spurts of ejaculate as they pulsed
into me with the rhythm of a drumbeat. That’s when I realized something very,
very important. “We forgot to use a condom.”