clothes off.” He clasped his large heavy cock in his hand and began to pump himself.
She bit her lip in nervousness. “The lights are on. Can you turn them off?” She didn’t want him to see her completely naked. Very few men had. She always kept the lights off or dimmed.
She rubbed her stomach where there were stretch marks. She had them all over her body from the weight loss. It was a common problem for larger people, when they finally lost weight to get healthy and look good, they still feel self-conscious over the remaining reminders they had been overweight to begin with. She had thought about asking Doctor Kat whether there was a Katieran way to smooth out and diminish the white marks on her. Maybe the little nanobots they used to help people heal would work. But she felt guilty over asking for something so superficial as that.
“Take your clothes off or I will tear them off you.” He could see her hesitation but did not understand it. She wanted him. Her arousal was evidence of it. So why was she acting so strangely?
“I…would feel more comfortable if the lights were off.”
“Why?” He came to stand closer to her. Her head was level with his waist, which gave him wicked ideas of what he would like to do with her soft mouth.
“I am uncomfortable with having men see me without my clothes.” She looked down at her hands, which were tightly clasped together.
“Have you not been with males before?”
“Yes, but I always kept the lights low or off. I didn’t want my body to kill the mood.”
He was relieved she knew what to expect but didn’t like the fact other males had touched her. He ignored that part and concentrated on the last thing she said. “Why would your body kill the mood?”
“You know, because I’m fat.”
“You. Are. Not. Fat!” He was furious. How could she think that? Even if it were true, he would still desire her. She had been fuller when he first met her and he liked that about her. He missed that because now, those softer curves were missing.
“I’ve lost a few pounds but I have a lot more to go.” She rubbed her very small stomach bump.
He had heard enough. TylOR knelt on the bed next to her and took her face into his hands. “I want to see you, all of you.” He nibbled her lips distracting her as he lowered his hands to the hem of her dress. He raised it up slowly over her body. She didn’t lift her arms right away, so he lifted them for her and moved the dress up and over her head. He tossed it to the floor.
All she was left wearing was her red matching bra and panties. She wasn’t completely naked but she felt so exposed. She shivered and tried to cover herself with her arms.
“No, do not cover yourself!” He quickly undid the hook to her bra and pulled it off her. “By the Goddess you are beautiful.” He cupped her large breasts in his hands. She was so soft.
“I have stretch marks from being overweight,” she whispered as he nibbled down her neck.
“Show me.” TylOR gently pushed her down onto her back. His eyes roamed over her taking in her pale loveliness.
“Here.” She rubbed the small faint lines around her hips.
“Here?” He lowered himself so he could place soft kisses on the lines he could barely see. “Where else?”
“My inner thighs,” she moaned as he cupped her breasts and squeezed them.
He smiled at her devilishly and trailed kisses down over her flat stomach. His hands pressed her knees apart. The scent of her arousal grew stronger. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Mine. She just did not know it yet.
“TylOR, you don’t have to…” Lizzie’s voice cracked with need. The sight of him between her legs was the hottest thing she had ever witnessed.
“I want to see your marks.” He spread her thighs further and searched for the tiny faded lines. He licked them. Then he kept going. He licked further upward until he came to the apex of her thighs. Her feminine mound was lightly cover with hair a little dark than her
She bit her lip in nervousness. “The lights are on. Can you turn them off?” She didn’t want him to see her completely naked. Very few men had. She always kept the lights off or dimmed.
She rubbed her stomach where there were stretch marks. She had them all over her body from the weight loss. It was a common problem for larger people, when they finally lost weight to get healthy and look good, they still feel self-conscious over the remaining reminders they had been overweight to begin with. She had thought about asking Doctor Kat whether there was a Katieran way to smooth out and diminish the white marks on her. Maybe the little nanobots they used to help people heal would work. But she felt guilty over asking for something so superficial as that.
“Take your clothes off or I will tear them off you.” He could see her hesitation but did not understand it. She wanted him. Her arousal was evidence of it. So why was she acting so strangely?
“I…would feel more comfortable if the lights were off.”
“Why?” He came to stand closer to her. Her head was level with his waist, which gave him wicked ideas of what he would like to do with her soft mouth.
“I am uncomfortable with having men see me without my clothes.” She looked down at her hands, which were tightly clasped together.
“Have you not been with males before?”
“Yes, but I always kept the lights low or off. I didn’t want my body to kill the mood.”
He was relieved she knew what to expect but didn’t like the fact other males had touched her. He ignored that part and concentrated on the last thing she said. “Why would your body kill the mood?”
“You know, because I’m fat.”
“You. Are. Not. Fat!” He was furious. How could she think that? Even if it were true, he would still desire her. She had been fuller when he first met her and he liked that about her. He missed that because now, those softer curves were missing.
“I’ve lost a few pounds but I have a lot more to go.” She rubbed her very small stomach bump.
He had heard enough. TylOR knelt on the bed next to her and took her face into his hands. “I want to see you, all of you.” He nibbled her lips distracting her as he lowered his hands to the hem of her dress. He raised it up slowly over her body. She didn’t lift her arms right away, so he lifted them for her and moved the dress up and over her head. He tossed it to the floor.
All she was left wearing was her red matching bra and panties. She wasn’t completely naked but she felt so exposed. She shivered and tried to cover herself with her arms.
“No, do not cover yourself!” He quickly undid the hook to her bra and pulled it off her. “By the Goddess you are beautiful.” He cupped her large breasts in his hands. She was so soft.
“I have stretch marks from being overweight,” she whispered as he nibbled down her neck.
“Show me.” TylOR gently pushed her down onto her back. His eyes roamed over her taking in her pale loveliness.
“Here.” She rubbed the small faint lines around her hips.
“Here?” He lowered himself so he could place soft kisses on the lines he could barely see. “Where else?”
“My inner thighs,” she moaned as he cupped her breasts and squeezed them.
He smiled at her devilishly and trailed kisses down over her flat stomach. His hands pressed her knees apart. The scent of her arousal grew stronger. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Mine. She just did not know it yet.
“TylOR, you don’t have to…” Lizzie’s voice cracked with need. The sight of him between her legs was the hottest thing she had ever witnessed.
“I want to see your marks.” He spread her thighs further and searched for the tiny faded lines. He licked them. Then he kept going. He licked further upward until he came to the apex of her thighs. Her feminine mound was lightly cover with hair a little dark than her
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