Wet Ink (Plus Size Loving) BBW Erotic Romance (4 page)

The moment was broken when the waiter returned to their table and asked them if they were ready to order their entrees. They both looked up at him, Valerie slightly flustered as she realized they’d gotten so caught up in each other they’d forgotten to look at the menu again. They took a minute to decide on their entrees, and then the waiter left them alone again.

This time, when the food arrived, Valerie dug into her plate with gusto. Once or twice she had a twinge of self-consciousness as she and Alex conversed over their dinner, but true to his word he didn’t make a single remark about her eating habits. They finished things off with an enormous brownie sundae, then lingered for a while with their drinks.

“What do you say we walk around Centerport a bit?” Alex asked.

Valerie looked out over the water to see that the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon. “Actually, I think I have a better idea.”

Five minutes later they were walking along the beach, holding their socks and shoes in hand as the surf tickled their bare feet. They held hands as they talked about nothing and everything, as they watched the sun go down and the few stars come out.

“I have to admit one thing I miss about home is that there was no light pollution,” Valerie remarked. “You could actually see all the stars in Kansas.”

Alex looked up at the sky. “I bet there are a lot.”

“There are almost more stars than sky—it’s like a black blanket encrusted with diamonds,” Valerie said softly.

“Maybe someday you can show me the stars in Kansas.”

Valerie glanced up at him to see him looking back down at her, his expression tender. “That would be nice.”

He tossed his socks and shoes away from the surf, then cupped her face in his hands. Valerie drifted closer to him, feeling it was the most natural thing in the world as he laid his lips against hers. They were warm and firm, and sent a sizzle through her body that left her breathless. His hands roamed her body through her dress, rubbing gently up and down her back and the sides of her hips, just barely skimming the undersides of her breasts.

The arousal that had begun building inside him since the moment he’d started feeding her back at the restaurant was approaching the boiling point. She felt incredible, with her breasts pressed against his chest and her ripe curves beneath his questing hands, just ready for the taking. Hungry for her, he coaxed her mouth open so he could taste her with his tongue, and was rewarded with a burst of sweetness that was a combination of wine, brownie sundae, and her own unique flavor. She moaned, her mouth opening like a flower to give him better access, to allow him to take more.

He wasn’t sure how long they stood there in the surf, touching and tasting and wrapping themselves up in the other. They could’ve stayed there all night. But a particularly violent wave crashed against the shore and nearly bowled them over, causing them both to stumble and then crash against the dry sand a few feet away. Alex cursed as he looked down at his soggy, sand-encrusted pants—he was soaked from the waist down.

Valerie laughed, and he glanced over to see her looking down at herself—since she was a good half a foot shorter than him, her entire dress had been soaked. “We look like a couple of beached whales,” she said, her green eyes gleaming in the darkness.

Alex grinned. “I think you look more like a beautiful mermaid washed ashore, waiting for some poor, hapless sod to bewitch.”

He couldn’t be sure in the darkness, but he thought she blushed. “We should probably get back to the car,” she said as he helped her to her feet.

He nodded, and they walked back to where they’d left it. “I’m going to have to take it for a wash first thing in the morning. And it’s going to be very uncomfortable driving back home like this.” He chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t want you to have to suffer on the drive back home,” Valerie said. “You can use my washer and dryer to get your pants cleaned up before you go.”

“Are you sure?” Alex frowned as they got in the car. “I don’t want to intrude…”

“It was my idea to come to the beach, so I have to take responsibility for getting you all wet and sandy.” She smiled.

They arrived at her house in no time at all, and she showed him to the small laundry room in the back. “I don’t know if these will fit you,” she said, holding up a pair of gray sweatpants that her ex had left at her place.

He took them from her with a smile. “Thanks.”

She went back to her own room and picked out a pair of loose, flowing black pants that hid her large thighs and a pink top with rhinestones studded along the neckline and sleeve edges. When she came back into the living room her jaw nearly hit the floor at the sight of Alex standing in front of her entertainment system wearing nothing but those gray sweatpants. They were a little big for him so that even with the elastic band tightened they rode
very
low on his hips, and short enough that they exposed strong calf muscles dusted with hair. His upper body was thoroughly tanned and corded with lean muscles that flexed as he reached up and ran a finger along a shelf of DVD titles. Add the tousled blond hair, and maybe tying a sash and a cutlass to his waist, and he looked like a sexy buccaneer all too ready and willing to plunder her booty.

Worst. Cliché. Ever,
the writer/editor inside her groaned.

He noticed she was watching her and turned with a grin. “I was thinking that since it would be awhile before my clothes were ready that maybe we could watch something. That is, unless you’ve got work to do, or something.”

Actually she
had
been planning on writing after their date, but there was no way she would be able to get anything done knowing he was sitting half-naked in her living room. “A movie sounds great. What did you have in mind?”

He pulled
Ocean’s Eleven
off the shelf. “I was thinking this might be a good start.”

It was her turn to grin. “I love that movie.”

They settled down on the couch together, but she had trouble focusing on the movie. It might’ve had something to do with the fact that Alex’s arm was around her, or that her cheek was pressed right up against his bare chest, the crisp hairs tickling her face and his heartbeat loud and steady in her ear. Or maybe it was the knowledge that she was almost one hundred percent sure there was nothing underneath those sweatpants she’d given him. Or…

“You’re not watching it either, huh?” He startled her out of her thoughts, and his hand came up to stroke her hair, which she had left down.

She looked up at him to see the hungry look back in his eyes again. “I guess you’re just a little distracting,” she admitted with a small smile.

“Is that right?” he replied, maneuvering them so that she was pressed up against the armrest of the couch. “I know I can’t make heads or tails of the plot with your body so close, the scent and feel of you invading my head.”

He kissed her, and this time there was a bit more of an edge to it—the hunger in his eyes was showing through in the way he nipped at her lips, suckled on her tongue, the way his hands dug into her curls. His desire was so keen, so palpable that she couldn’t help but respond in the same way, digging her fingers into his shoulders and kissing him back with everything she had. His scent surrounded her, a hint of sweetness and musk and the bite of salty ocean air from when they’d gotten splashed. Her nipples hardened as he cupped her breasts through her shirt, and moisture soaked her panties as he began kneading them insistently.

At her moan of pleasure he broke off, his cheeks flushed and his eyes gleaming. “I… I know I’m going a bit far for our first date…” he said, breathing harshly. “If you want me to stop, just say so.”

Valerie hesitated. “I… I don’t know. I like the way you look at me, and the way you make me feel when you kiss me, but…” she tugged the hem of her shirt down, which had risen up to expose a sliver of the pale flesh at her hip, and his eyes followed the movement.

“Why are you so self-conscious?” He shook his head as she dropped her eyes. “Valerie, you’re beautiful, inside and out.”

“I don’t know.” She still wouldn’t look at him. “Most men change their mind once they see what’s underneath the clothes.”

“Then they’re idiots,” he said firmly, and the edge of anger in his voice had her looking up. His eyes sparked with passion and intensity and not a little bit of outrage. “There’s nothing wrong with you, nothing about you that would make me want you less than I do now. Let me prove it to you.”

He slid his hands up her shirt, exposing her abdomen inch by inch, and Valerie relented, the conviction in his voice and eyes sparking something she hadn’t felt in a long time—hope. Maybe Alex really was the man she’d been waiting for all along—one who would love both her personality
and
her body.

She shivered as he pressed kisses against her belly, then lifted her arms so he could pull her top over her head. He did the same with her pants, pulling them off slowly as he trailed kisses down legs she was fervently glad she had shaved. Soon she was sitting in only the lacy black bra and boy shorts she’d put on—fancy stuff she usually didn’t wear, but then she had been going out on a date. Not that it had been in her plans to actually let him
see
her in the sexy underwear but yet, here they were.

She tried to pull her arms in and cross her arms over herself, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Uh-uh-uh,” he said, shaking his head as he pulled her legs down and gently removed her arms. “You said you were going to let me prove it to you, and I can’t do that if I don’t see all of you.”

“Okay.” She sucked in a deep breath and steeled herself for the coming rejection, but couldn’t quite stop herself from trembling. His eyes slowly traveled the length of her body from tip to toe, lingering on her breasts, her hips, the juncture of her thighs, like a physical touch that left her hot and burning. Not once did the hungry gleam in his eyes change.

“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” he repeated, leaning down and covering her body with his. “Nothing at all. You’re beautiful, and the only thing I would want to change is getting rid of these little scraps of lace that are in my way.”

He popped the front clasp of her bra then caught her breasts in his hands as they spilled out, filling his palms with the lush mounds. He rubbed his thumbs against her rigid nipples and jagged bolts of pleasure speared her so that she moaned and writhed beneath him.

“Alex.”

“Mmm, I like that,” he said, pressing kisses against her collarbone as he continued to tease her nipples with his fingers. “I like how you say my name. Let’s see if I can’t get you to say it a few more times.”

He took one of her nipples into his mouth and she arched off the couch, clutching his head to her breast as he suckled and nipped, tasted and nibbled. Her entire body flushed, her breasts swelling, her legs shifting restlessly as he tortured her with his teeth and tongue.

“You taste so good,” he breathed, switching to the other breast. “I bet you taste even better down here.” His hand slid beneath the waistband of her panties, and her legs popped open automatically as he pressed his fingers against her clit.

“Alex!” she arched again, pressing her hips firmly against his hand as he massaged her. Between the stimulation he was giving her with his mouth and hands it was too much and she came, crying out his name again as she shuddered with release.

He lifted his head so that their eyes met as he brought his fingertips to his lips, licked. “I was right. You do taste better down there.” He grinned at her. “I don’t think you know how you look, with your hair tousled and your cheeks flushed, with your lips all swollen from my kisses.” His eyes darkened. “I could eat you up.”

He pulled off her panties, rested her thighs against his shoulders, and did just that. She didn’t have time to worry about whether or not her legs were too heavy for him, or that she had a bit of cellulite on the inside of her right thigh, because he was sending her over the edge again, using his teeth and tongue to get her to scream his name. She was devolving, becoming a hungry animal who didn’t care about anything except release from the exquisite torture—release that he provided in one breath and took away with another.

“Please, Alex,” she gasped. “I want you inside me.”

He raised his head and scorched her again with that hungry look. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Not even bothering to take off the sweatpants, he pushed them to his knees and hooked his fingers beneath her knees to pull her closer. His shaft was long and hard, and he pushed in into her slowly, torturing them both by only allowing her one-inch at a time. By the time he was buried, there was a vein pulsing at his temple and he was breathing hard, fighting for control.

Valerie reached up and touched his face with her hand. “You don’t have to hold back.”

“I want to make this last as long as I can,” he hissed, and then began to move inside her with long, slow strokes that left them both gasping and aching with need. He maintained that pace until they were both trembling and then finally let go, pounding himself inside her.

“Yes!” she cried when he reached between them and pleasured her with his fingers. “Oh, Alex!” She went over again, the climax more intense than all the others combined, and felt him stiffen right before he joined her.

When they were aware once more of their surroundings, she found them both sprawled across the couch, Alex’s legs half hanging off the side, his strong arms around her. They were both practically naked and pressed against each other, instead of Alex scrambling away from her and trying to get some clothes back on to put some distance between them.

“That was fantastic,” he mumbled into her collarbone, and she giggled at the vibration of his voice tickling her skin. “You’re fantastic. Incredible.” He lifted his gaze. “And you look as satisfied as I feel, which I’m taking as a really, really good sign.”

Valerie smiled and stroked his face. “You’re the one who’s amazing, Alex,” she said. “Like one of the heroes in my novels, except much, much better.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because you’re real, and you want the real me, not one of the heroines I pretend to be when I’m writing my books.”