friend.
“We were just out for a few drinks.”
He finished off his drink with a laugh. “Oh, and here I am thinking you was out with the fat girls book club.”
“No, the Big Girls Book Club,” I replied, hating that lately he had to put down everything and everyone I was associated with.
“And you are a big girl, aren’t you? My big girl!” He smiled sincerely, standing up. Everything he had said up to now had sounded derogatory, but now his voice had a seductive tone to it. So did the way he approached me. “You are still my big girl, aren’t you?”
I didn’t answer, but I did remember why I missed him and wanted him home so bad. I loved Leon. I loved him to death. He was smart, funny, and a great husband—when he wasn’t consumed with self-pity and doubt.
I took in his handsome six-foot-five frame. Leon was as fine a forty-five-year-old man as you’re going to find. He was tall, chocolate, and slim. There was a little gray around the temples, but when he entered a room, women paid attention.
In the beginning, I found it hard to believe that a man as successful and as handsome as he was could be so attracted to a big-boned sister like me, but he was. I learned shortly after we started dating that Leon had always been a chubby chaser. I didn’t have anything to worry about when it came to the Tyra Banks and Beyoncé types, but if Mo’Nique or that woman who plays the mother on Tyler Perry’s
House of Payne
ever came around, I was taking my husband and heading for the hills.
He winked at me as he came closer, undressing me with his eyes while taking in my full-figured curves. He had a way of making me feel like I was absolutely the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“I missed you, baby.” He stepped closer, sliding his arms around my waist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you out your name. I was just frustrated. I didn’t mean to lose—”
I placed my hand over his lips. “It’s okay. You’re just going through a hard time.”
He lowered his head until his lips covered mine.
I almost submitted to his advances, but I caught myself in time. “Stop, baby. We need to talk.”
I gently pushed him away. I didn’t want to fight about money anymore, but we still had some unfinished business to discuss. I wanted to talk to Leon about his leaving. Would he promise to never hit me again? Was he back to stay? Most of all, where had he been for the past few days?
Suddenly Leon reached down and cupped my breasts in his hands. It was a soft, feathery motion, which slowly built momentum, but there was an expert manipulation of my nipples. He knew my spot. Although I still wore my suit, I could feel the heat starting to rise inside me from his touch. He began kissing my neck, and my knees gave way.
Every woman has her own special erogenous spot, the one that can take her from an ice princess to a sultry tigress in a nanosecond. Well, Leon knew mine after five years of marriage. All resolve melted when his hand found its way under my blouse and made direct contact with my breast. I felt myself ready to spread my wings. Besides, it had been a while since we’d made love.
“Stop,” I moaned, but I felt my back arch, my arms roping around his neck as he kneaded my nipples. His lips worked their way up my neck to my lips. I opened my mouth and took in his tongue. “No, Leon. Not now,” I murmured. My mouth said no, but my body screamed yes.
“You know you want it,” he whispered. I didn’t answer with words but guided his head back to my neck. He worked his way up and down my neck, opening another button of my blouse with each succulent kiss. Next thing I knew, he’d gently pushed me down on the sofa. My blouse was fully open now, with both his hands kneading my exposed breasts. He wasted no time bringing his lips to my nipples, sucking them like a newborn babe. I’d never felt such heat, such animal passion with Leon. It was like he was a totally different man. If it were
“We were just out for a few drinks.”
He finished off his drink with a laugh. “Oh, and here I am thinking you was out with the fat girls book club.”
“No, the Big Girls Book Club,” I replied, hating that lately he had to put down everything and everyone I was associated with.
“And you are a big girl, aren’t you? My big girl!” He smiled sincerely, standing up. Everything he had said up to now had sounded derogatory, but now his voice had a seductive tone to it. So did the way he approached me. “You are still my big girl, aren’t you?”
I didn’t answer, but I did remember why I missed him and wanted him home so bad. I loved Leon. I loved him to death. He was smart, funny, and a great husband—when he wasn’t consumed with self-pity and doubt.
I took in his handsome six-foot-five frame. Leon was as fine a forty-five-year-old man as you’re going to find. He was tall, chocolate, and slim. There was a little gray around the temples, but when he entered a room, women paid attention.
In the beginning, I found it hard to believe that a man as successful and as handsome as he was could be so attracted to a big-boned sister like me, but he was. I learned shortly after we started dating that Leon had always been a chubby chaser. I didn’t have anything to worry about when it came to the Tyra Banks and Beyoncé types, but if Mo’Nique or that woman who plays the mother on Tyler Perry’s
House of Payne
ever came around, I was taking my husband and heading for the hills.
He winked at me as he came closer, undressing me with his eyes while taking in my full-figured curves. He had a way of making me feel like I was absolutely the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“I missed you, baby.” He stepped closer, sliding his arms around my waist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you out your name. I was just frustrated. I didn’t mean to lose—”
I placed my hand over his lips. “It’s okay. You’re just going through a hard time.”
He lowered his head until his lips covered mine.
I almost submitted to his advances, but I caught myself in time. “Stop, baby. We need to talk.”
I gently pushed him away. I didn’t want to fight about money anymore, but we still had some unfinished business to discuss. I wanted to talk to Leon about his leaving. Would he promise to never hit me again? Was he back to stay? Most of all, where had he been for the past few days?
Suddenly Leon reached down and cupped my breasts in his hands. It was a soft, feathery motion, which slowly built momentum, but there was an expert manipulation of my nipples. He knew my spot. Although I still wore my suit, I could feel the heat starting to rise inside me from his touch. He began kissing my neck, and my knees gave way.
Every woman has her own special erogenous spot, the one that can take her from an ice princess to a sultry tigress in a nanosecond. Well, Leon knew mine after five years of marriage. All resolve melted when his hand found its way under my blouse and made direct contact with my breast. I felt myself ready to spread my wings. Besides, it had been a while since we’d made love.
“Stop,” I moaned, but I felt my back arch, my arms roping around his neck as he kneaded my nipples. His lips worked their way up my neck to my lips. I opened my mouth and took in his tongue. “No, Leon. Not now,” I murmured. My mouth said no, but my body screamed yes.
“You know you want it,” he whispered. I didn’t answer with words but guided his head back to my neck. He worked his way up and down my neck, opening another button of my blouse with each succulent kiss. Next thing I knew, he’d gently pushed me down on the sofa. My blouse was fully open now, with both his hands kneading my exposed breasts. He wasted no time bringing his lips to my nipples, sucking them like a newborn babe. I’d never felt such heat, such animal passion with Leon. It was like he was a totally different man. If it were
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