Honeybun Hottie (Plus Size Romance 5) (6 page)

Blythe felt powerful and confident.  Never breaking eye contact, she licked the engorged tip of his penis.  It was beautiful, throbbing with each lap of her tongue.  Veins bulging, pumping life-affirming blood beneath her fingertips.

A ragged, masculine growl erupted from deep in his chest when she took him completely inside her hot, wet mouth.  She sucked him long and deep while her lips and tongue continued to tease and tantalize his steely flesh.

Unable to suppress a shuddering moan, he tangled his fingers in her hair, gently sweeping away a stray strand that had fallen across her cheek.  He wanted that gorgeous face clear of any obstruction so he could watch every sensuous movement of her mouth.

Lifting her lids that had momentarily fluttered shut under the onslaught of passion, she met his smoldering gaze.  His blue eyes were dark with desire.  “You’re killing me, woman.”

She sighed and leaned into his palm, loving how he touched her and looked at her so adoringly.

“You love it,” she whispered before taking him back into her mouth.  She slid her lips up and down the full length of his shaft, sucking and laving his head with her tongue before taking him deep into her throat.  She gave him everything she had, basking in the moans and agonized whispers of pleasure she was eliciting from him. 

She could feel the fight in him.  The stubbornness and unwillingness to come in her mouth.  She had obviously wielded more power over him than he had been prepared for.  She could feel the animalistic groans vibrating from the base of his cock to the back of her throat.  When he abruptly withdrew his heat and his hardness, she nearly wept.

Standing up, he grabbed her by the shoulders and helped her to her feet.  “I’m sorry, Blythe, but I won’t take your mouth until I’ve had your pussy.  It and you belong to me now.”

He pulled her close.

Blythe breathed in his scent and sank into the hardness of his embrace. She climbed inside him, standing still while he held her.  A few minutes passed, and she was wondering if they were done.  If maybe his desire had died down.  Stepping out of his embrace, her lips parted in a question.  Before she could form a single word, he reached for her blouse.  She cried out when he ripped it off her.  Again, when he roughly yanked her shorts and underwear down to her ankles.  He licked her cleavage before peeling off her bra and plucking her nipples.  She was panting by the time he reached her lips and thrust his tongue inside her mouth.  The kiss was rough and demanding.  Forceful and domineering.  She needed air, but he wasn’t letting up.  Just as she started to grow dizzy from oxygen deprivation, he broke the kiss.  Grabbing a handful of her long hair, he gave it a firm tug.  “Breathe,” he commanded, snaking his hand behind her waist and slapping her hard on her bare bottom. 

Her little gasp of surprise went straight to his dick.  Most men were selfish bastards, only caring about getting theirs while leaving their lovers unsatisfied.  Not Sean.  He enjoyed being responsible for his woman’s pleasure.

Pushing his hand between her sweet, ample thighs, he fingered her folds.  “So damn wet,” he murmured.  “Do you want it, Blythe?  Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demanded, lightly brushing the pad of his middle finger over her clit.  

She couldn’t speak. His intense efforts were focused on her pleasure, and it was an all-consuming, heady sensation.

He growled, “Answer me, Blythe.” 

When she remained silent, he plunged two fingers deep inside her while his thumb toyed with her love button.  Her breathy little sighs and impatient thrusts against his hand signaled she was close to orgasm.  A smile of satisfaction curled his lips.

His piercing eyes stole her breath, continuing to render her speechless against his heated gaze. Her legs trembled, and she moaned loudly as the crescendo of her pleasure washed over her.

Lowering her to the bed, he pushed inside her while she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.

Smiling like the cat who had eaten the canary, she asked, “Does this answer your question, Sergeant?”

“You didn’t say the words.  I gave you a command, Blythe,” he said, pulling out of her.  “You know there’s always a penalty for insubordination.”

Relentlessly, he teased her pussy with this hard cock, sliding it up her slit and over her clit while she writhed and moaned beneath him.  Grunting her frustration—a guttural plea for him to fuck her—but he wouldn’t do it.  Not until she obeyed. 

Sliding down her body, he buried his head between her legs.  He lapped and sucked her feminine juices like a man dying of thirst.  With each lick of her slit, she bucked and trembled.  Finally, she cried out, “I want it, Sean. 
Please
fuck me!” 

Flipping Blythe over like a ragdoll, he gripped her hips with his big, strong hands, lifted her onto her knees and entered her hard and fast.  With teeth bared in pleasure, bordering on agony, he buried himself to the balls.  There were no sounds outside of his body slapping against hers.  Only the intermingled moans and groans of two people completely lost in each other.  Their orgasms echoed off the lake, bounced around the vastness of the majestic mountains and wrapped around the towering trees before vanishing on a whisper. 

IT WAS HARD TO believe that two weeks had passed.  Blythe and Sean had worked side by side every day.  Spending countless hours with the campers, teaching them life-changing skills.  She couldn’t think of anything more rewarding than watching these teenagers grow strong and become self-reliant. 

Life’s funny
, she thought to herself.  Fourteen days ago, she couldn’t wait to fulfill her commitment here and walk out of Sergeant Sean Warrington’s life forever.  Now her heart was breaking at the prospect of leaving Camp Semper Fi. 

Since that second day when she had gotten bit by the water moccasin, she and Sean had been inseparable.  They had taken romantic canoe rides, hiked through gorgeous botanical gardens, had picnic lunches in the meadow and sang silly songs around the campfire in the evening.  They had even got caught in the middle of a food fight, getting covered in mashed potatoes—which they happily licked off each other back at Sean’s cabin.

In the early hours of the morning, he had come to her, making both of them come over and over.  He fulfilled all of her fantasies and then some.  How in the hell was she supposed to give that up?  To go back to a life of loneliness and bad blind dates?  But what choice did she have? In the last couple of weeks, Sean hadn’t once mentioned her staying.  Or him leaving with her.  Which was inconceivable.  The campers were here for another two-and-a-half months.  He couldn’t leave them, and she wouldn’t want him to. 

Somehow in her Prince and Princess fantasy, she had expected him to ride up to her cabin on a white steed and propose marriage.  She would dance through the woods while bluebirds dressed her in a long, flowing, white wedding gown.

Blythe was wearing nothing at the moment but a flimsy bra and a pair of her white sensible cotton panties.  She was too despondent to get dressed.  Quickly, she swiped away a tear as she continued packing.  She blinked back another one when she realized she was leaving with almost as many honeybuns as she came to camp with.  Blythe no longer needed them. Sean was her new favorite dessert.

A knock at the door startled her as she threw another clump of clothing into the suitcase.  It was
him
.  Standing in the doorway of her cabin, looking good enough to eat.

“All packed?” he asked. 

She could see his eyes were wet, and he was trying not to react to her standing around in her undergarments. 

“Almost.”

He stepped toward her and lifted her chin.  “Have you been crying?”

She sniffed.  “Maybe a little.”

“Me, too,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I can’t stay here and interfere with your work, Sean.  It’s too important.  Plus, this was only meant to be temporary.  Your permanent counselor will be arriving soon.  You and the campers won’t need me anymore.”

He took her by the shoulders.  “Won’t need you? The campers adore you.  They trust you.  Our beautiful butterfly, Skyler, has finally spread her wings under your guidance and counseling.  The others are coming into themselves as well.  I think switching up counselors will do them more harm than good.  Don’t you?”

She smiled sadly.  He had talked a lot about how her leaving would affect the campers, but nothing about what it would do to him.  Nothing outside a few obligatory tears.  She was crazy to think a big girl like her could land Prince Charming.  Yes, he had taken pleasure in her body.  But when it came to settling down, he probably wanted a wife with a perfect size-four figure, not a woman four sizes bigger than that.  “With you at the helm, these kids can adjust to anything.”

“Maybe they could. But, damn it, I can’t! I want you to stay, Blythe.”

“For the rest of the summer as your camp counselor?”

“No.  For the rest of your life as my wife,” he said, dropping to one knee.

Her hands flew to her mouth.  “Are you asking me to marry you, Sergeant Warrington?”

He shook his head, jumping to his feet.  “Hell no.  I’m telling you.  Blythe Dalton, you
will
marry me.  We will be happy and run Camp Semper Fi together.  Is that understood, woman?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” she yelled, laughing and throwing her arms around his neck.

He kissed her passionately and then stepped back, putting a little distance between them.  With a stern look on his face, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny, one-carrot princess-cut diamond ring. 

Blythe nearly fainted.  It was the most gorgeous ring she had ever seen.  She loved it!  When she didn’t immediately reach for it, he frowned.  She didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she was afraid it wouldn’t fit.  Most rings were sized for women with slender fingers.  Even though her hands were delicate, her fingers were kind of short and chubby like the rest of her.

Holding the ring out to her, in a sure, steady commanding voice, he said, “Put it on
now
.”

Her hand trembled when she took it from his.  She dared to ask, “Wouldn’t it be more romantic if you put it on me?”

“For most women it might.  But you want me to be forceful.  You want to be told.  Just like you want me to order you to spread those pretty legs when I eat your pussy.  Now put that ring on your gorgeous finger.  I won’t tell you again.”

Taking a deep breath, she held the diamond to the tip of the ring finger of her left hand.  Shaking, she slid it down to the first knuckle.  Then slowly, painstakingly to the second.  Unbelievably, it slipped smoothly and easily down to the base of her finger.  It was a perfect fit!

Sean took her hand and studied the lovely diamond he had gotten for the woman who was and would forever be his heart.  He whispered, “It’s beautiful, like its owner.  The ring fits your finger as perfectly as my cock fits your cunt,” he said hoarsely, palming her mound. 

“Oh, Sean,” she moaned, grinding herself against him. 

He looked deeply into her eyes.  They were glazed over with desire and a longing he couldn’t wait to satisfy.  “I love you, Blythe.”

“I love you with all my heart, Sergeant Warrington.”

Weaving his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, he held her possessively.  His voice was husky with love and lust.  “Do you know what Semper Fi means?”

“No.  Tell me.”

“It’s Latin for
always faithful
.  That’s me, Blythe.  I am and will always be faithful to you.”

“And I you,” she said, offering him her warmest smile.

He kissed her lips softly.  “When it comes to the wedding, you may have things anyway you want them.  But I have one non-negotiable request.”

“What’s that, my love?” she asked breathlessly.

“Semper Fi has to be engraved on the inside of our wedding bands.  I want every man and every marine on this planet to know you’re always faithful.  Always mine.”

“Your wish is my command, sir.”

“Good.  Now lie down across the bed.”

“Face up or face down, sir?”

“Up.”

She obeyed. 

He covered her with his body.  His kiss was slow like the long incline of a warm beach.  With a languid caress of his mouth on hers, his tongue nudged her lips, and she opened for him.

He didn’t ask her if she was ready to take him inside her body.  He didn’t reach between her legs and stroke her sex to make sure it was wet.  He simply gazed into her eyes and plunged himself deep into her hot tightness. 

She didn’t refuse him.  Couldn’t refuse him.  Their bodies fused in a timeless finality of hearts and souls, riding on the wind of eternity.  His breath became hers.  Her heart beat only for him as he filled her with his seed. 

LATER THAT AFTERNOON BLYTHE walked arm in arm across the meadow with her bestie.  Shelly had a very self-satisfied grin on her face.  “So, Blythe, what do you think of Sergeant Warrington now?”

It was the same question she had asked on their first day at camp.

Blythe beamed, feeling happier than she had in her entire life.  “I think he’s going to be the best husband a woman could ever hope for.”