Page 32 of In a Pickle

Before she could finish the word, James’s mouth was on hers, his tongue probing. He pushed her against the wall, cupping the back of her head softly while he caged her in with his big body. His other hand explored her back down to the curve of her ass.One muscular thigh urged Liana’s legs apart, and he hitched her up so that he held up most of her weight on his thigh.

Blinded by need, Liana wrapped her legs around him, feeling the weight of his erection push into her. This time, he didn’t stop her as she rocked her hips, grasping for some sort of friction.

The hand on her ass moved up the side of her thigh to her lower back, his fingers searching. He seemed to hesitate for a second, his mouth freezing on hers. He stilled and pulled back slightly.

“Um, Liana?” he asked.

“Yes?” she panted.

“Um, your skirt… How do I pull this thing down, or get it off or… where’s your underwear?”

Suddenly, she understood, and she couldn’t help letting out a snort of laughter. “It’s a romper.”

“A what now?”

“Uh, like, a onesie? You have to pull it down from the top.”

“From the top?” He was clearly baffled.

“Yes, like pull these straps off my shoulders.” She demonstrated by dragging one strap off of her shoulder.

“It’s not a dress?”

Now Liana had to laugh. “You thought I was walking around in a dress that short, a second from flashing everyone all day?”

“No, I thought you were wearing shorts underneath. Like in tennis?”

“Oh,” she said. “Yes, I guess sometimes tennis outfits are a dress and shorts. But yeah, this one is all one piece. It looks like a dress, but the shorts underneath it are sewn in.”

“Hmm,” he considered for a moment. Then, seemingly resolved, he said, “I’ll pull it down from the top, then. Don’t worry; I’ll cover you. No one will see your body, besides me,” he added, his eyes hazed with lust. He brought one hand between her legs as he talked, rubbing her over the fabric. She sucked in a breath.

Liana was too distracted by the pounding in her clit to fully process his words. “Okay.” She helped him pull the thin black straps of the romper down her shoulders. Her breasts popped free, and James groaned. He thumbed one hardened peak with his thumb, then leaned down to suck the other nipple into his mouth. Liana let out a rough cry. She’d never loved her A cups, but then again, she’d never had a man like James showering affection on them. She clawed her fingernails through his hair as he continued his magic with his mouth and thumb, working her into a frenzy.

He released the nipple in his mouth with a loud pop, moving his mouth to the hollow of her throat as he began sliding the romper down her body with both hands.

“Wait,” Liana cried, suddenly jerking out of her lust-filled haze.

James immediately stopped touching her and pulled back, his face full of concern.

“I —” Liana tried to gather her thoughts. She didn’t want him to stop; not at all. But she’d just remembered that no one had seen her stomach since her surgery, and it wasn’t a pretty sight.The thought that her abdominal scars would disgust James suddenly hit her like a splash of cold water.

James just watched her, waiting for her to collect her thoughts, making no move to touch her.

Finally, Liana said, “I really want you to keep going. It’s just — maybe don’t look at my stomach? It’s ugly. I’ve got two pretty jagged scars from my stomach surgery. I just —” she hung her head in embarrassment. “I don’t want you to see them.”

“Hey, hey,” James soothed, gently pulling her chin up so she looked him in the eye. “Nothing about you is ugly. I want to see all of you. I want all of you. Including your scars.” A tear threatened to slip free from the corner of her eye, and James kissed it. “Nothing about your body could disgust me. Your scars are proof of how much you’ve survived, how strong you are.”

Liana felt a tear glide down her cheek, and James brushed it away with his thumb, never breaking eye contact.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” James continued. “But I promise you that some scars aren’t going to scare me away.”

After a moment, Liana nodded. Gathering her courage, she pulled her romper down to her hips.

James’ reaction was immediate: he let out an unmuffled growl of pleasure and kissed her roughly. “You’re beautiful, Liana,” he said between kisses. He took her hand and put it to his rock-hard erection. “Does this feel to you like I think you’re ugly?”

She couldn’t deny that he was turned on, and when she cupped him, he let out a sound somewhere between a groan anda howl. “I can’t believe you’re touching me. I can’t believe I get to touch you. You’re so beautiful.”

Letting her inhibitions fall away, Liana returned his kisses roughly, moving one hand to his hair. Sensing Liana’s resolve, James slid Liana’s romper down to her thighs. Her thong shortly followed, and then she felt the tip of his finger slip inside her.

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