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He put a palm flat on my chest between my breasts, pushing gently until I took the hint, laying back flat on the bed. “Scooch,” he demanded, and I obeyed immediately, wriggling my body up the bed until I was laid out fully on it. James followed after me, hovering his body over on mine, holding himself up on one elbow to prevent him from resting his full weight on top of me. He fit himself into the cradle of my hips, and I closed my eyes, pushing my head further back into the bed as his erection pushed into my clit.
I tried rolling further into him, but he snaked one of his hands down to pin my hip to the mattress. “If you insist on disobeying orders, I can stop,” he growled into my ear, biting down hard again, and I cried out at the pleasure-pain of it. I shook my head frantically, immediately forcing my hips still.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed my ear, soothing the sting of his bite. “If you behave, maybe I’ll reward you.” He rolled his hips into mine, my back arching at the way his dick ground against my clit. But all too soon, he pulled his hips away again, cutting off the feeling.
Then his hand was in my hair, yanking it back, my entire body buzzing with need, waiting with his lips tortuously close to mine until it felt like I would explode with the anticipation of it all.
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Nikki
Andante, Andante - Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again
JustwhenIthoughtI was going to die if he didn’t touch me, his lipsfinallycollided with mine. James devoured my mouth, and my entire body shuddered in relief at the release ofthe built-up tension, lightning zapping through my body as his tongue dove into mouth, curling around my own. The kiss was so deep I felt like he was trying to lick my soul out of my body, and I moaned into the sweet pressure of it.
I kissed him back with everything in me, looping one of my legs over his hip, my hands diving back into his hair again, relishing in the groan that came out of him when I pulled. The hands at my hips began wandering, tracing across my hipbones, my stomach, tracing the lines of my stretch marks, and I felt more desirable than I ever had before.
I’d done a lot of work to get to where I was in my relationship with my body. I still had hard days, where I wished the stretch marks away, wished I was smaller, wished I took up less space, less so because of how I looked, and more to make my life easier in a world that made it so hard for fat people to merely exist.
But as James traced those stretch marks with reverence, they felt like marks of strength and beauty. He pulled away from the kiss, biting my bottom lip between his teeth as he did. He let go of my lip with a pop, and then his mouth was moving again, trailing kisses down towards my breasts. As he mouthed against the lace over one tit, his hand came up to the other, thumb sweeping over the peak until he found my nipple and pinched it.
“Can I take this off you?” he panted the question against my skin.
“Yes,” I replied breathily, and he slid his hand down my back until he could unclasp it. I scrambled to push the straps down my arms and fling the bra off.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty Nikki,” he praised me, eyes devouring me. Honestly, my boobs were the thing I was most insecure about when it came to my body. I loved how they looked in a bra, but when they weren't contained, they were teardrop-shaped, droopy and nowhere near round or perky. Lying on my back, I knew they fell to the sides of my body, parting down the middleof my chest. Hell, even when my boobs were shoved in a bra, they faced opposite directions.
But James looked at me like I was the most magical thing he’d ever seen. He trailed a path of sweet kisses down between them, using his free hand to scoop one of them up, sweeping his thumb back and forth over my nipple, every touch sending a zap down to my clit.
“So soft,” he murmured, lowering his head to the other breast, sucking that nipple into his mouth and scraping his teeth gently across the hardened tip. I gasped, back arching, which only succeeded in shoving my tit further into his mouth. “So sweet,” he continued, releasing it with a pop. He blew cool air across the wetness his mouth left behind, and I cried out at the sensation.
James kissed his way back up my body, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss before pulling away just far enough to whisper against my lips, “Can I touch you Nikki?” His hand wandered down from my breast, closer to where I was warm and wet and wanting.
“Please,” I begged, on edge from so much buildup with no relief where I ached most. James’s hand wasted no time traveling back down my body, and then a knuckle was brushing directly over my center, and even muted through the lace, I was so tightly wound that my back arched off the bed.
“So responsive,” James whispered into the skin of my neck. And then he sucked,hard, at the same time that he pushed the heel of his hand against my clit. I cried out. “You want all our neighbors to hear the sounds you make for me, NikNak?" he asked, nipping at my lip and slipping his fingers under my panties from the side. He trailed his fingers through my wetness, exploring me with his fingers, while I squirmed and whimpered underneath him.
“Can I put my fingers inside you?” he asked, tracing them around my entrance.
“If you don’t, I’ll cry,” I whined, and he huffed a laugh in response.
“Well, we don’t want that,” he teased. He pushed a finger into me while also briefly but firmly pressing against my clit. I cried out as my core clenched around his finger, and he smirked at me.
“That feel good, Nikki?” I nodded my head as he slowly pulled his finger out and pushed it back in again. “Do you want a second finger?”
“Please."
Pulling out again, he pushed back in with two this time, and curled them up and forwards. My back arched off the bed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.Fuck. Obviously, I knew what the G-spot was, but as a fat person with short arms, I didn’t often finger myself since it was too awkward of an angle, so I’d never really gotten a handle on stimulating it myself. But here and now with James, I got what all the fuss was about.
He hummed against my neck as he kissed his way back up to my lips. He devoured my mouth again, his tongue keeping rhythm with his fingers. One of my hands was still buried in his hair, the other holding the wrist of the hand that was inside me. I could feel my orgasm building, my chest tightening, my thighs shaking. It slowly built and dropped, and built, and dropped. Sweat was gathering on my body, and my heart was racing.
But I couldn’t get there.
I could feel tears welling up in my own frustration. James didn't stop, murmuring encouragement in my ear, giving no sign that he was frustrated or upset. “I can’t, I can't,” I cried, so on edge and desperate for release that I was having trouble controlling my emotions.
“It’s OK.” James slowed his hand, gently brushing the hair back from my face with his other. “It’s OK. What do you need? What can I do?”
“I don’t know.” I turned my face from him, not wanting him to see the tears falling. James fully removed his fingers from me, shushing me and holding me while I tried to get myself together as my body came down from the edge.
