“Angel, not here, someone might see.”
“Okay, let’s take this inside.”
Once in the house, I make sure the door is locked, and the lights are off, until we’re left standing in darkness. He pushes me against one of the countertops and kisses me even more passionately.
I moan. “Don’t you think we’ve had enough of kitchens and dining room tables?”
“I don’t think I could ever have enough of you anywhere. But you’re right, why don’t we move to the couch.”
“The couch? Are you crazy?”
“What? Why?” he asks.
“We’re not having sex where your mom holds her bible study group!”
He laughs, not his usual smug or teasing laugh, this one’s free and irresistible, making me laugh along with him. We’ve never laughed together like this before, and I like it.
“Come on,” I say, “I have an idea, but you need to be quiet.”
“Fine by me, besides, you’re the noisy one.”
He kisses me deeply, before following me upstairs, his hands never leaving my waist. Once we make it to the guest room, I lead us straight through to the bathroom and turn the shower on.
“So no one can hear us,” I say.
I drop the towel and face away from him, removing my swimsuit before stepping into the shower.
“You coming?” I ask, closing the door behind me to keep the water in.
The hot water washes over me as I wait for him to undress, thinking about how this is the first time we’re going to see each other naked. I’ve spoken to some other girls who are my size, and most feel self-conscious about their curves and their bellies. I don’t know if I’m lucky, or whether I’ve just spent too much time applying logic to it, but I’ve always felt pretty confident in my skin.
I figure, people can tell my size by looking at me, so if we’ve made it to the point where we’re about to have sex, they know what to expect, and they’re still interested. I used to be way too ‘in my head’ during sex, thinking about flattering angles or what would look sexiest for my partner, but I realized I wasn’t actually letting myself enjoy sex if I was spending the whole time worrying about it.
So I stopped giving a shit and focused on letting myself get lost in the moment, not caring if my partner could see asecond chin, or feel my belly hitting them, and I haven’t had any complaints yet…
The shower door opens and Angel steps in.
Fuck.
He’s fucking beautiful. His body is softly toned instead of solidly defined muscle and his chest is smooth, except for some scars. Tattoos decorate most of his torso and a thin line of dark hair runs down the center of his stomach leading my eyes to his cock, which is hard and ready for me.
“See something you like, princess?”
Keeping my eyes on his cock for a moment longer, I nod, then meet his gaze.
“Yeah… do you?”
He lets his eyes roam up and down my body, licking his lips in a way that makes me feel feral.
He nods his head, “Yeah… yeah I do.”
Diablo
“See something you like, princess?” I ask, after watching her eyes follow the line of my body down to my cock.
I know I’m not bad to look at, but seeing the hunger in her eyes is definitely an ego boost and it’s helping my confidence. Which I need, considering that she’s the first person to see me naked in years, usually preferring to keep things quick and easy with my clothes on.
She returns her gaze to meet mine and nods, saying, “Yeah… do you?”
