bigger girl. I can’t speak for everyone, but I don’t usually bare all, spread my legs like an eagle’s wings on a counter with the light blazing down over me, and let a man go to town. Even though I’m super confident in my shape.”
“Uh, why not? Do you have any idea how sexy your body is to me? All those curves. Huge tits, sweet pussy…” He slid his hands down to my plump ass. “This ass. The things I’m going to do to it. Baby, it’s depraved the ways I want to fuck you. The ways I’m going to fuck every inch of you. Very soon and for a long time. Years in fact.”
I clamped my hand over his mouth and bugged my eyes out. “You’re so dirty!”
He licked my hand and I snapped it back and shook it. “See!” I waved it as proof.
He chuckled and then gripped my hips. “Addy, life is messy. Sex is messy. Good sex can be downright filthy. There is nothing about your curvy body that doesn’t make me insane with lust. Thin girls have their own thing going on. Some men like that slinky, athletic vibe on a woman. Other men like fake tits and filled lips. I don’t judge. Women are beautiful in whatever makes them feel good about themselves. I just happen to be a man who likes round curves, huge tits, thighs and hips for gripping, and a juicy ass. I don’t care if you weigh more or less than me. I want all of those soft curves all over me. Period. It’s what I’m into. And I’m telling you right now, you will not hide this incredible body from me. I want an all-access pass to it.”
I rolled my eyes. “All-access pass. What am I, an amusement park?”
He flipped me so quick to my back, his cock slid out of me. His smiling face and twinkling eyes hovered over me, his long hair tickling my bare shoulders and neck. “That’s the perfect analogy. My woman’s body is my own personal amusement park. I like this idea.” He dipped his head and swirled his tongue around one peak before running his teeth over it sharply. I gasped. Even though I’d been satiated twice, arousal flickered to life as he teased my nipple.
“I’m getting ready for another ride,” he warned.
“What? Seriously? You just banged me silly.”
He grinned, then held an arm up in the air, his hand in a fist. “Toot-toot. All aboard Killian Fitzpatrick’s amusement park for one!”
I cracked up. “That’s a train conductor! Not a ticket guy at an amusement park.”
“Who says there isn’t a train at my amusement park of love?” He bit into his bottom lip trying not to laugh.
“You are such a dork!” I cupped his smiling cheeks.
“At least I’m your dork.” He brought his face down and took my mouth in a deep, wet kiss that gave me all the feels. As he pulled back and went straight for my boobs, cupping them with both hands and running his thumbs over the tips simultaneously, I sighed in pleasure.
“You are definitely my dork.” I ran my thumb over his wet bottom lip. “And I’m keeping you.”
He grinned, waggled his eyebrows, and got to work, enjoying his amusement park for one.
Good thing I was a thrill seeker. I enjoyed every ride that night to the fullest.
CHAPTER TWELVE
We spent the better part of that week shooting around his house. The bedroom, the teal couch, near his bookcase, and anywhere else he could come up with that we both agreed would not only look cool, but genuine.
“This is going to seem totally cheesy…” His voice busted through my focus. “But I want you to hold the watering can and actually water the plants but stick that fine ass in the air as you reach that hanging one in the corner. That way I can see the scallop on the panties as well as where the teddy falls on the body.”
I gripped the old-fashioned metal watering can around the handle, put my bare foot to the small rickety-looking stepstool, and teetered half my weight on it while getting up on my toes on my right foot. I lifted my hips and ass, making sure my legs looked long and the right muscles were engaged as I did so. I delicately placed my hand around one of the metal rungs running along the wall and torqued my body so that the pale pink teddy I wore rode up my hips