Curve Patrol (BBW Erotic Romance) (5 page)

My breathing shallowed to nothing. He'd been twelve. "You grew out of it, you had--"

"I didn't." His gaze dipped in confession. "I know I dated other women -- had to stand by and watch you date other men. It was..."

"What Mike wanted," I finished, reaching out to stroke my hand along his cheek. I laughed softly, wondering how we were going to explain things to my big brother. "Maybe he's grown out of it by now."

Smiling, Noah pressed his face against my palm. "It doesn't matter if he has. Nobody is getting between us ever again."

"Good." The word left me in a breathless whisper.

My hand trembled. He took it in his, plucking the engagement ring from the box and poising it against the end of my finger. He looked up at me, his gaze hot and earnest. "Patricia Louise Harper, will you marry me?"

I stared at him, still stunned that he was on bended knee in the house I'd grown up in -- that we'd both grown up in -- asking me to be his wife.

"Baby, now is when you're supposed to say yes."

I nodded, my head bobbing profusely.

His eyes cracked at the edges, a big smile breaking across his face. "Yes, baby?"

"Yes," I agreed, tears spilling from my eyes. "I'll marry you, Noah Eugene Lodge." My head bobbed some more. "I will."

He slid the ring on my finger. His gaze slowly lifted from my hand, lingering along the lace edges of my camisole before he looked me in the eyes again and softly asked, "Now, baby girl, how do you want to celebrate?"

I answered just as softly, my own broad smile shaping the words. "In the bedroom."

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"Baby, I already know what I want for my wedding present." Noah sat me down at the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing the contours of my shoulders as he spoke.

Hearing those words, I felt like pinching myself. I half expected to wake up any second and discover it was still Friday and none of the weekend had transpired.

One hand toying with the camisole's front tie, he cupped the base of my head, forcing me to look up at him. "Don't you want to know what it is?"

I gave a slow blink and the tiniest nod, too mesmerized by his touch to fully respond.

He blinked back, a grin fighting its way onto his face as he bit at his bottom lip. "That blue sketchbook in your studio."

His voice was liquid heat and my gaze went wide. I only had one blue sketchbook and there was just one type of picture in it. Me, naked, page after page.

Blushing, I pressed my lip together. "I didn't think you saw that."

"Baby, if you had dropped your gaze just a little when I was checking your bedroom window, you would have known I looked through it." Noah tugged at the tie, the ribbons slowly unknotting to expose my breasts. He took my nipple between his thumb and index finger, grinding until I pushed forward with a moan and filled his palm with my breast.

"Worried as I was about your safety, those sketches..." He cleared his throat and a shiver ran through him. "They definitely had an effect."

I glanced down, seeing the same effect in place. Noah's erection strained against the front of his jeans, the zipper bulging out to remind me how very thick and long his cock was. Slowly unzipping him, I whimpered -- my voice and pussy wet with need. I'd imagined sucking him dozens of times, my mouth swallowing him whole. Now I knew it would take more than my mouth to cover all of him.

His fingers threaded through my hair, caressing and tugging as I pushed the band of his underwear down. His cock emerged, jutting forward in search of my lips. I wrapped my hand three quarters around the swollen shaft, leaving more than half his length uncovered. I rested my forehead against the hard plane of his stomach, while my pussy clenched in jealousy at what so generously filled my hand.

Noah let me take one swipe of my tongue across the plump head and then he pushed me onto my back. I wanted another lick and another, wanted to feel the thick shaft stretching my mouth wide as the head kissed the back of my throat. "Noah--"

His hand landed between my legs, his gaze glittering dangerously as he stroked the lace panties. "What, baby?"

His fingers slid beneath the fabric and took up a drifting waltz along my clit.

"I..." I lifted my hips, my eyes squeezing shut. He had me so close already. My thighs trembled, cream pulsing from me with just a few strokes of his thumb along the spiny ridge of my sex. "I can't remember."

"That's okay, baby. I do."

I opened my eyes long enough to see a sly grin as he sank onto his knees and pulled my bottom to the edge of the mattress.

"Yeah?" I asked. I felt like I'd left my brain back in the front room. I was all senses now. Flesh bumps skated across my skin, chasing the brush of his fingers. My nose was filled with his masculine scent and the smell of my wet pussy mixing with my own fragrances. Thunder filled my ears as my whole body tensed in anticipation of where Noah might touch me next.

"You were going to tell me to do this." He caught the top band of the panties and stripped them from me. My bottom half bare, Noah pressed against my knees, coaxing me to open completely to him. He ran his tongue along the edge of my puffed labia, the flesh swollen from my heightened arousal.

His teeth gently nibbled at the dangle of my clit, his bottom lip pressing up under the hood to work the small pearl-like glans back and forth. He kept my pussy spread wide, his shoulders a wedge as his mouth moved more vigorously, his face shaking side to side as his tongue probed deep into my cunt. In seconds, he pushed me right up to the edge of my climax.

He pulled back, eyeing my heaving breasts and undulating hips. I moaned, begged him not to tease me. The pad of his thumb pressed along my clit as he gently worked three fingers into my pussy. I tightened around them, sensing it would take no more than a few strokes before I was crying his name, my climax pounding through me.

He pulled back again. I whimpered, my ass and thighs tense and trembling.

His mouth descended, his tongue taking feather light strokes all along my pussy -- the spine of my clit, the edges of my labia, the quivering rim of my wet hole.

"Noah..." I reached for his head.

He dipped to the side, evading me. Both hands lighted on my pussy, one pinching and stroking my clit and swollen lips, while the fingers of the other took thick, shallow dips inside me.

"You look so beautiful right at the edge, baby." His strokes along my clit slowed as his fingers pushed deeper into my cunt. "I want to keep you hanging there as long as I can."

My pussy knotted around him. Covering my face, I pulled at my hair. His fingers twisted inside me, my hips lifted higher with each degree turned. Pinching my clit, he pulled it taut. I felt the cold whisper of air as he blew against the underside of its hood.

The tip of his tongue touched the glans, swirling in a tight circle. My body's vibrations intensified and he pushed deeper -- all the way up to his base knuckles. His palm started flexing, stretching me in opposition to the contractions already bearing down on my cunt.

I exploded in climax, my body curling in on its center, my hips grinding the air as fluid squirted from me. His mouth covered my pussy, hungry groans vibrating against my flesh as I kept squirting. The suction increased and his tongue started a crazy, twisting crawl up and down my sex. My body went wild, my hips whipping left and right before finally subsiding in small jerks.

Noah surged up my body, his kisses wet and deep as he stripped his clothes off. My camisole disappeared in a shriek of fabric and then his cock filled me.

"Baby, how can you be so--" Growling, he thrust until he was balls deep. "Tight -- so fucking tight, baby."

He scooped my torso up, his hands curling around my shoulders from behind as he cinched me tightly against him and started grinding. He kissed my throat, his words coming dirty, hot and fast.

"Fuck me, yes." I threw my arms around his neck, my hips bouncing sharply in the small measure he allowed. I could feel the fat head of his cock hooking against my cervix, each tug setting off a new wave of contractions that ran from the exterior rim of my cunt to deep up inside my uterus.

I wrapped my legs around his hips. He stood, impaling me on his broad staff. All my weight bore down on that one point, my cunt clutching at him. So strong, he held me, slamming, grinding, his cock starting to unleash inside me. My head rolled back, every other muscle locked in orgasm.

We came together, each moaning the other's name as the tremors took over and we collapsed onto the bed. Noah bounced lightly against me and then transferred his weight to his arms. Gazing down at me, he took a few luxurious strokes, pushing deep, lifting up as he tensed his hips and slowly dragged the head through my interior. Another deep push set off a wave of after shocks inside me.

He closed his eyes, gave a slow shake of his head that made my chest clench.

I rubbed his arms, trying to soothe him. "What's wrong?"

When he opened his eyes again, they shimmered with a new wetness. "I love you, baby. I'm so sorry I waited to tell you how I felt."

"I love you, too." Relieved, I placed my hands against his strong shoulders and lightly squeezed. "We both waited."

He nodded, and then he slowly descended until his lips brushed against my cheek. "But now we have forever."

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