Page 16 of His Curvy Woman

“I love that picture of us.” He murmurs against my ear, making me shiver in anticipation.

“Can you get me a copy?” I all but whisper, unable to keep the emotion out of my voice.

He places an open-mouthed kiss against my neck. “Sure baby, whatever you want.” He tells me in a husky voice that makes my pussy wet.

Hunter slips his hands under my shirt and starts rubbing my stomach as he kisses up and down my neck, sucking and nipping my skin. His hands are on my biggest trouble area, and I can’t help it when I try pushing his hands away, not comfortable with him touching my soft stomach that is in no way flat to the touch. Instead of pulling away, he stops and holds onto me firmly and looks at me through our reflections in the mirror.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

My cheeks burn in embarrassment. How do I explain my insecurities to him without ruining this moment? “I don’t want you to touch my stomach.”

He gives me a look that tells me he doesn’t understand. “Why?”

I struggle to get it out but figure what the hell. “You’re probably used to women who are in better shape than I am. I don’t have a tight, toned stomach. Instead, I have chub that covers my stomach.”

“I don’t care about that baby. Work out, don’t work out, it doesn’t matter to me. All I care about is that you’re happy with how you look. I think you’re fucking beautiful though if you hadn’t already figured that out.”

I grimace and shake my head. “Don’t lie to me, Hunter. The other women you’ve-”

“Stop fucking talking about other women Whitley.” He growls. “The last time I touched a woman, I was sixteen and had no idea what the hell I was doing.”

My eyes get big, and my mouth pops open, my lips forming an ‘o.’ “Why?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t really interested after my first time. It was awkward and not as satisfying as it gets talked up to be. We were fumbling teenagers that met on a camping trip that I took with my parents the summer before junior year, and it meant nothing. We didn’t even talk after since she left the next day. Have there been women who have thrown themselves at me, sure, but by that time I knew who I wanted to be with. It didn’t feel right to be with anyone when you were already mine in my heart.”

“But you’re so good looking. Like you could be on the cover of a magazine or a romance book. Why would you want me?”

“I worked out to keep myself busy, and it just turned into a way of life for me. I’m inked because it tells the stories I wasn’t able to share out loud. I’m here with you because ever since I saw a picture Ramsey posted of you in a swimsuit sitting next to James in the pool one summer, I couldn’t help but stare and wonder what you would look like if I tore that flimsy tankini off your curvy body. He was sitting too close to you, and I wanted to beat the shit out of one of my oldest friends. I’ve never been attracted to any woman the way that I’m attracted to you, Whitley.” He shakes his head. “Screw it, you aren’t going to believe me until I show you.”

He unties the back of my halter top and lets the ties fall, exposing some of my cleavage. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, he pulls it up and over my head then tosses it to the ground. My black strapless bra is barely containing my size 38DD tits. He grabs my tits in his large hands, and squeezes them, making me moan. My nipples harden to diamond points. He pulls on them over and over until my panties are soaking wet and I’m on the verge of coming. He unhooks my bra, and it falls to the ground as he holds my tits in his hands, massaging my naked flesh, then pinches my nipples. I moan and drop my head against his chest and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on me. He pinches my nipples harder than before, making my eyes pop open and look at him in the mirror.

“Watch me.” He growls and nips my earlobe.

I shift against him, my panties soaked just from his touch. My ass meets his thick cock, trying to break free of his jeans. Jesus! He pinches me again, and my eyes fly to his hands.

“I love how big these titties are baby. The way they fill my hands and then some. The way they’re going to bounce when I’m fucking you.”

Hunter’s hands drop from around my breasts and travel over my ribcage and down my stomach. I can’t help but suck in a breath, trying to suck in my chub as much as I can without him noticing. “This is where you’ll carry my babies. I don’t care if it’s toned or has more curves than others. I love it because it’s you, and I love how soft you are here.” His feather-light touch is intoxicating, and I’m in no hurry for him to quit his exploration of me.

His hands go to the button of my jeans, and my heart falls to my stomach. No one has ever done this before. I’ve barely touched myself here. He unbuttons my jeans and starts pulling them over my ass. He falls to his knees behind me and places kisses down my back as he pulls my jeans down my legs and helps me step out of them. Once my jeans are off, he throws them to the side then runs his hands up and down my calves, then over my knees and up my thighs.

I’m biting my lip, nervous yet excited about what he’ll do next. Hunter looks up at me, meeting my stare. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head back and forth, making him smile. “No, don’t stop.”

“Good, I wasn’t planning on it.”

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