Sexting Curves (BBW Erotic Romance) (3 page)

Logan kissed the fabric, his mouth landing just above the top split of my labia. His fingers slid under the bottom edge of lace where he dragged his knuckle roughly up my clit before hooking the waistband. Tugging the panties down several inches, he worked his tongue between my lower lips, the tip dancing along the length of my clit.

His grip firm on the underwear, he yanked me tighter against his face, his tongue licking up over and over. When my hips canted in his direction and I whimpered, he released the clothing to gently push me onto the mattress.

The skirt disappeared in an instant and then he spread my legs far apart. With my underwear as a barrier, he started to tease me mercilessly. His lips pressed against the lace so that it moved over my sensitive flesh. A hand on each of my thighs, he thumbed my labia open, his mouth forcing the rough lace up and down along my clit in a deliciously raw pattern.

Desperate for a little leverage, I grabbed his head. With the military cut, there wasn't enough hair to hold onto and tug him closer. I squirmed, my hips sliding side to side as I tried to bring his lips into contact with my skin. "Major, please..."

He growled and lightly nipped at me through the fabric, the gesture so fiercely sensual I twitched and whimpered again.

"Logan," I amended. "Please remove my panties. I want to feel you on me!"

He grabbed the edges of the underwear, gave a sharp rip and tossed the rent fabric over his shoulder as his mouth closed over my clit. His hands traveled down my calves to tug the sandals off my feet.

"I want you naked, too," I protested. I'd been ogling his hard body full-time for the last few months, trying to be discreet but aching to learn all its contours.

He leaned back and stripped just the ACU top off, his t-shirt hiding his chest and thick biceps from my view. He threaded his arms under my ass then laid his palms against the swell of my stomach. His short nails lightly raked at my flesh as his tongue found the swollen tip of my clit and started to push it around.

He pushed and pushed and pushed, growling and licking, up and down, over and over until he had me completely breathless.

I raised my feet off the floor and ran the soles along his back a few times before my knees locked against the sides of his head. I'd never had a boy go down on me, never had one so much as offer. Certainly not one of those boys would have done the job the major was doing. His top lip rubbed the length of my clit while his tongue drew circles around it. Every few seconds, his tongue would dip lower to trace the edge of my cunt and take one slow, thick stroke inside my pussy before returning to tease the hood.

Pressing hard against my flesh, he trailed his fingers down my sides and began kneading my butt. He had said he was going to do everything in my texts and his touch told me he meant it. His thumb began to tease the tense ring of muscle guarding my ass while his mouth formed a tight seal over my clit. Lips and tongue worked the swollen spine as one finger gently prodded my rear perimeter.

I was right at the edge, ready to explode, my empty pussy flexing and rolling as his finger penetrated my ass. I mewled once then my knees gripped his head and my torso rose up off the mattress. Squeezing at the invading digit, I rocked forward, moaning his name as my entire body began to tremble violently.

I slammed back, rocked forward, cream dripping from me as hard contractions of release squeezed my pussy. For twenty seconds I rode his face and finger, whimpering and moaning, climaxing harder and harder until I was completely wrung out.

I collapsed onto the mattress. His finger eased out and the hard grinding suction against my clit melted to soft kisses and lingering swipes of his tongue that ran the length of my pussy as I continued to twitch. Finally, he rose and disappeared for a few seconds into the master bathroom.

Listening to the water running, I tried to calm myself but couldn't. My hands started to roam my body. I squeezed my large tits, palmed my mound and tugged at the flesh with sharp pinches. He returned to find me whimpering his name over and over, my hips pumping air.

Logan stared down at me, his gaze tracking the path of my hands as I continued to torment my flesh. "So beautiful, Lily."

I didn't know whether to cry or smile. Not once in all my fantasizing had I allowed him to call me beautiful. I'm not beautiful. Sure, I have flawless skin and big eyes that everyone compliments me on. I also have thick, lustrous brown hair with a hint of red that my older sister loves to pull because she inherited the thin straw blond from our dad's side. But those are the only pluses and they are minused out several times over from the shoulders down.

Having a fantasy Logan tell me I am beautiful would break the illusion. Hearing the real Logan say it had the same effect. My hands retreated from my body and I started to push up.

Logan planted one palm between my breasts. Holding me down against the mattress, he used his other hand to tease my pussy. "I like watching you touch yourself, Lily."

He licked his lips, first the bottom one then the top. His head swiveled so he could see my body's reflection in the mirror. "Such a lovely pussy. I am humbled you would offer it to me."

Offer?

Oh, no doubt I would have offered it had I not been a coward and certain of his refusal. But he had taken it -- without protest, but with no more permission than my soft moans and slick thighs. I could never imagine being brave enough to offer myself to him because I wanted to give so much more than just a hole or three. I wanted a life with him.

"Baby, you say you want me to touch you, but then your head goes somewhere else." His fingers dipped down, one calloused tip tracing the perimeter of my cunt before pushing inside. He retreated, pushed two fingers in and groaned as my muscles constricted around the intrusion. "I want your head back here, in this room, on this bed, my hand exploring this deliciously tight hole."

His fingers slowly pushed in and out while his thumb pressed against the pearl of my clit.

In.

Out.

The tension mounted and retreated until I almost forgot myself. His gaze drew me back to reality as he soaked in every squirming push of my bottom against the mattress and roll of flesh as my hips ran snug circles.

He could sweet talk all he wanted but I knew -- whatever fueled his lust would evaporate. I had this one night and could not hope for more. Stretching my arm, I hooked the top band of his ACU pants. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, my face a few inches from his stomach as I looked up his long torso.

Biting at my lip, I started to unbuckle his belt. He reached down, tugged his t-shirt free and peeled it off his body. Showing as much patience as he had with my panties in the end, he reached down and popped the buttons on his fly. Balancing on one leg, he stripped one boot off, switched legs and stripped the other away. Next, he pushed the trousers down his legs and kicked them to the side.

His hands returned to cover the front of his underwear. I tugged at his wrists, but he was too strong to budge.

"Please, Logan. I want to see it...touch it." I stopped, licked at my bottom lip and looked up to find him smiling down at me.

He eased his hands to his hips, teasing me with the stark outline of his erection beneath the white fabric. Seeing the head crest above the top band of his underwear, a fresh burst of saliva flooded my mouth.

A pass of his hand pushed the head back under the band. His cock angled off to the side, its broad arrowhead pressed against his hip bone. He tugged just one side of the underwear down, the fabric bunching up against the unyielding length of his cock.

My gaze traced its borders. He was a huge fucking tease. Huge.

"It's bigger than that little toy you like to play with, baby girl."

Mesmerized, I nodded as my hands reached for his waistband. This time he didn't stop me. I pulled the fabric lower. His cock sprang free. Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, I leaned forward and sucked the head into my mouth. Groaning, he grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to pull me off.

I shook my head free, my mouth gliding down half his length. There was no way I could swallow more, not without a lot of practice and technique, so I bobbed back up then back down to the middle.

Releasing my hair, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto my back. "Baby, tonight it's for fucking, not sucking."

He crawled onto the bed. Stretching alongside me, he kissed me again and our tongues started a slow dance. His fingertips glazed my skin, the contact so light it was more like a memory than actual touching. The kiss grew in intensity. My body lifted wherever his fingers landed. His touched skipped all over, caressing my inner thighs, pinching my nipples, whispering along the inside bend of my elbow then the back of my knee. Moaning into his mouth, I contorted along the bed, twitching and creaming.

Without warning, he flipped me onto my stomach then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto my knees. I heard the nightstand drawer slide open and the crinkle of a foil wrapper being torn. Looking in the mirror, I saw his hand reach back into the drawer and pull out a small bottle. He popped the cap and let the clear fluid drip onto the condom he'd just sheathed his cock with.

Head bobbing with anticipation, I took a ragged breath in. He was going to fuck me now and it didn't look like he was going to start with my pussy.

Everything I had texted, every last thing...

My pussy knotted enviously as he planted one foot along the bed and reared up behind me. He ran his slick fingers over the nervous quiver of my ass. His gaze intensely focused on mine in the mirror, he pushed one finger into my anus. His other hand cupped my mound, my clit sliding between my labia as he kneaded the thick folds.

He worked a second finger into my ass to match the two at my clit. Logan rubbed and softly plundered until he had me pushed flush against another climax, where he kept me hanging until I begged him.

"More…oh, please…Logan."

"More, baby?" He stroked the thick shaft of his dick between my ass cheeks.

I nodded, my pussy drooling onto the bedspread beneath me.

One hand holding his cock steady, Logan started a slow push. I gasped. I thought I knew what penetration was but my little blue dildo wasn't even half the circumference of his cock. A quarter of the head in, my ass straining wide, he pulled back. He repeated the motion half a dozen times, never letting me fully envelop the head.

On the eighth push, the tip sank all the way in. My ass muscles locked around it as I bit out a moan.

He laughed softly, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "Baby, give it back."

A wild shake of my head denied his request. "Deeper."

A shiver ran over Logan's reflection. He anchored his hands on my full hips. Leaning forward, he slowly drew me closer, forcing his cock half its full length inside me before he retreated again. The head's thick bottom flare tugged at my sphincter. I shuddered and rolled my hips as Logan sank hard and fast all the way into my ass.

Completely topped off, my entire body blared with need. My nipples brushed the bedspread, a sharp cry escaping at the sudden contact. Logan stretched forward, his hands gripping my shoulders as I started to twitch. Massaging my muscles, he slowly worked his way down my back.

Shifting his weight, he pulled me with him as he settled on his ass, one foot still planted on the floor. I sat upright, all my considerable weight impaled on his big cock. He positioned my lower body, pushed my right leg so it rested along his, my calf and foot hanging over the mattress but not reaching the floor. His left hand on my breast, he forced me to lean back against his chest. His right hand surfed across my stomach then dipped south.

I watched as he peeled my labia back. My clit pulsed up, relaxed, pulsed again as it danced with arousal. He placed a finger flat along each side of the thick nub, making a
V.
He moved the
V
up and down.

Pure heaven!

"I'm going to pound this luscious ass tomorrow, baby." A line of kisses fell across my shoulder. "But for the next few minutes, you're in the driver's seat."

He could not have been more wrong. I wasn't steering this thing between us. Not even for a second. It was the
V
of his fingers and the hand teasing my tit, squeezing the flesh and then tugging at the nipple while his mouth moved along my shoulder and neck. His touch drove the desperate grind of my hips, pulling the oxygen through my lungs as I tried to move up and down his thick shaft.

Drowning beneath the waves of another climax, his dirty, sweet whispers forced me to stay under.

"So fucking tight, Lily. I can feel your pulse against my cock."

He rubbed his fingers harder along the sides of my clit, the hood sliding up and down. I canted my hips forward, giving him a few inches of space so that he could thrust his cock. He pistoned inside me while his hands worked my breast and clit achingly slower.

"Logan...oh...yes..." Cunt pulsing, cream dripped down my perineum to wet his balls. "I'm...fuck...oh..."

His hand came down in an opened palm smack against the sensitive flesh of my labia and exposed clit.

Oh, fuck. Fuck yes!

I bit down on a scream and he slapped the flesh again. Everything on me tightened, my nipples drew tauter, my pussy and ass squeezed. The air froze in my lungs until he smacked me a third time.

I exploded across the sheets, fluid squirting from me as I descended into a rough grinding moan. My climax took over my entire body, another hot, wet squirt jetting from me. Logan pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and then he dragged me along the mattress until I hung at its edge.

"Midnight, baby."

Oh, god. It was tomorrow.

His turn.

Every thick, throbbing inch of his hard cock sank into me. Retreating, the fat head popped free. He plunged mercilessly back inside. Seesawing between all the way in and all the way out, Logan bounced me up and down his shaft. Each time, the head popped free before he buried himself again. The relentless, sensual stretching of my ass squeezed my pussy and tugged at my clit.