Finding Home (35 page)

Just when he was about to slide his jeans down his narrow hips, Marcus paused, and smiled. My heart skipped a beat. I’d seen that smile before, but it had never been for me. I blinked hard to make sure this wasn’t some dream I’d wake up from feeling unsatisfied.

“Aren’t you going to take off your robe?”

Heat flooded my cheeks. How dense could I have been? In my horniness I didn’t think about getting undressed in front of him. A wave of fear swept towards me. Marcus was used to dating thin, all-American girl types like Keely. What would he think when he saw me in all my chubby glory? “Can we turn the lights out?” I bit my bottom lip in my nervousness.

He looked puzzled. “Why?”
“Because…I…I just want to do this with the lights off.”
“Don’t you like what you see?”
“Very much, but I’m just afraid you won’t like what you see.” I’m sure if my skin were lighter, my face would be flame red.

“I don’t care about that. I’m here, aren’t I?” He shrugged.
“It doesn’t mean you won’t change your mind when you see me.”
“I’m not the shallow bastard you think I am. Come on, April, let me see you.” He took a step forward and I clutched my robe together as if my life depended on it.

“No.”
“Come on. We’ve come this far. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Don’t I?”
“Do you want me to go first? I will.” He removed his pants and then took off his boxers. “See? Now it’s your turn.”

My jaw dropped. I’d never seen a cock in person before. My cousin Jennifer and I had sneaked a
Playgirl
from my aunt’s bedroom once but it had not prepared me for this.

I suppose Marcus’s cock was average, just short of seven inches if I were guessing, but it was so thick. He stood there in all of his perfect, naked glory. Marcus was hot with clothes, but when he wasn’t wearing any, he looked like a fine work of art. I couldn’t believe such a perfect specimen of man-flesh was standing in my room, let alone a naked one.

I thought I’d faint that very moment, especially when he started walking towards me, his cock bobbing up and down with each step he took. “Now it’s your turn.”

I took a step back until the back of my legs hit my bed. “Umm, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”

“April, stop playing games. Let me see you.” He stepped in front of me and grabbed the sides of my robe.

What was the point of fighting? He would take one look at my love handles and change his mind. I dropped my hands and closed my eyes, squeezing them tightly shut. I didn’t want to see an expression of disgust on his face when I stood exposed before him.

I felt the cool air brush against my skin as Marcus parted my robe. His hands touched my shoulders and seconds later, I felt the robe falling off my body. I opened one of my eyes, to see what was going on.

To my surprise, there was no revulsion on his face. Could it be that he liked what he saw? Marcus reached out, cupping my breasts. His thumbs gently brushed my nipples, making the breath catch in my throat.

The heady sensation of Marcus’s skin against mine was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The intimacy of his touch was deliciously wicked. “I don’t know what you were so ashamed of. I love your big, beautiful breasts,” he whispered as though he couldn’t take his eyes off of them.

“Really?” I shivered at the newness of what I felt.
“Yes, really.” He pushed me back on the bed before falling on top of me. His mouth descended on mine, and this time I was ready to receive his hungry kiss. My tongue darted out to meet his. I loved the taste of him, just as he seemed to enjoy me as well.

He lifted his head slightly to trace my lips with his tongue. I’d seen things like this in the movies, but never imagined it would happen to me. I moaned his name in delight. “Oh, Marcus. I love the way you kiss.”

A slight smile touched his lips. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He planted kisses on my neck and face. My body began to shake and convulse in reaction. I didn’t really know how to handle this fire burning within me, but I intended to try my damnedest.