“You like that?” I say.
“Baby, I love every single thing about you.”
We crash down onto the couch with me on top of him. My hair falls onto his face as we kiss. His hand slides up my side and then he squeezes my breasts. I pull my top over my head. For a moment, it feels kind of weird. I can’t remember the last time I was naked in front of someone else.
Instinctively, I cover my stomach with my arms.
“Hey.” He takes my arms and pulls them off my body. Slowly he kisses my neck and then my chest and then works his way down until he’s kissing my tummy.
It tickles. I have to bite my tongue to stop from giggling. But best of all, he’s not recoiling in horror.
“You don’t mind?” I ask.
He cups my face and kisses me gently on the lips. “Mind what?” he says.
“Me,” I say. “I’m so... plain. So fat. I bet I’m nothing like the other women you’ve been with.”
The way he looks at me breaks my heart. There's sadness in those eyes. Understanding.
“Rhonda,” he says, “you’re perfect just the way you are. Every single ounce of you.” He grabs my ass with one hand and my back with the other and he pulls me close and hugs me so tight I can hardly breathe. I’ve never felt so safe in all my life. “You’re not plain. You’re beautiful. I’ve been thinking about you all week. Ever since I set eyes on you. Every night before going to bed, I’ve imagined what it would be like to have you next to me. Naked. To run my fingers through your wet silken folds. To clamp my lips around your nipples. I’ve imagined bending you over and fucking you from behind. Taking you in the shower and licking that tight, pink pussy. I’ve even locked myself in my office and jacked off. All the while imagining it was you, kneeling down in front of me with my cock in your mouth and your fingers massaging my balls. I’m obsessed with you, Rhonda. And I’m not afraid to admit it. You’re like a Greek statue. One of those thirty-foot ones with the togas draped around their almost naked bodies. You’re timeless. Like a work of art. Every time I close my eyes, I see you. I see us. I see our family. Happy together. A dog and three children and a kite and the sun in the background and a big hamper full of pastries and meats and a couple of bottles of delicious red wine.”
Our lips press together. I can barely believe my ears. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” I admit.
He smiles. “Oh, yeah,” he says. “And what exactly have you been thinking about?”
I bite my lip. It’s almost too embarrassing to say. But when I’m with Dwayne, if feel like I can really be myself. I don’t have to hide behind a wall of normalcy. Scared that he’ll judge me and think less of me or reject me if I tell him exactly how I feel.
“I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to have you inside me,” I say. “I’ve been wondering how big it is.”
He picks me up and spins me around and suddenly I’m the one sitting on the couch and he’s standing over me. “You wanna find out?” he says.
“Yes,” I beg him. “More than anything in the whole world.”
“Close your eyes,” he says. “Don’t peek.”
I close my eyes and cover them with my hands. The sound of him undoing his zipper and hearing his jeans thud against the hardwood floor make my pussy throb. It’s so tempting to look, but I don’t want to disobey him.
“You ready?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say.
He takes my hands and pulls them away from my face. I still have my eyes tightly shut. I don’t know why. It’s just so hot.
The suspense is agonizing.
I let him guide my hand towards his cock, until my fingers are touching his hardness. Then I open my eyes.
“Is it everything you imagined?” he asks.
“No,” I say, “it’s better.”
I grip his girth with both hands and massage his impressive length. My tongue licks his tip clean and then glides slowly up his shaft.
He stands before me with his legs spread wide. Moaning as I fit as much of him as I can down my throat. Pushing, further and harder until my lips touch his stomach and there are tears flowing out my eyes and I feel like I’m about to choke.
“Shit, baby girl,” he groans. “Oh, shit. That feels so good.”