Page 17 of Love, A Curvy Girl's Guide

It was a bravery that she’d always admired about him and something she’d envied.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” she rambled on like an idiot. “But I thought you didn’t like me. That I wasn’t good enough for you.”

Why was her mouth spouting out her deepest secrets? Haley wanted it to stop, but somehow his open vulnerability had shattered her own reserve, and things were spilling out like water over a dam.

“I hated all of the girls you dated. And that time at State College when I kissed you. I was devastated when you didn’t call me after.” At his frown, she stumbled on. “I know it doesn’tmake any sense, and I realize that I kissed you, not the other way around. But I wanted you to see me. Not all of the stupid childhood pranks, but the real me. I just figured you saw and didn’t care.”

He moved forward like a predator, his eyes blazing and his body hot with desire. “Didn’t care? Haley, you are all I’ve thought of since puberty kicked in. Don't want you?” He laughed harshly. “You’ve no idea.”

He took her hands and yanked Haley up so that she was standing, and then, before she could take another breath, he was kissing her. Fireworks exploded around them, or perhaps it was only in her imagination, Haley couldn’t be sure. All she knew was Ian crushing her soft body against his hard one was a feeling she never wanted to forget. His hands cupped and slid along her curves, grabbing and molding as he kissed her breathless.

He slanted his mouth, deepening the kiss, and she submitted to him, her body naturally bending to his will. He was a masterful kisser. That much was apparent. Her hands grazed his skin. It was hot from the sun and sweat, but that only fueled the fire inside her.

Haley wasn’t sure how long she stood on her back porch, kissing Ian like it was her last moment on earth, but as he pulled back to nibble along her jaw, she pushed him down on the swing and sank between his open thighs.

She’d done him dirty with her trick, and now she wanted to pay him back. Haley’s lips closed around his length, and she sucked him in deep.

“Shit,” Ian muttered as he used one hand to grab the side of the swing and the other to sink into her long hair.

Haley was sure to be gentle as she lavished his cock with her tongue. It felt like an out-of-body experience. Giving head had never been her favorite. But with Ian, everything was different.She craved his touch, wanted his affection, and desired his pleasure.

She moaned and sucked him deep, pumping with her other hand so that not an inch of him was untouched.

“Haley.” He moaned her name as if he couldn’t help himself.

His excitement only seemed to spur her on. Haley sucked him until she was certain he couldn’t see straight. He was trying not to thrust into her mouth and choke her, she knew it. But his release was something she craved.

“Haley,” he uttered hoarsely, “you have to stop. I’m going to come.”

She pulled her mouth off of his length, but she continued to pump him. “Come for me, Ian. Let me see how much you want me.”

And then he was coming. His cock emptied all over her breasts in that tiny crop top and sank between the globes. She watched in fascination as he thrust his hips again and again.

“Fucking hell, Haley.” He shuddered and pulled himself away from her hands.

Haley was suddenly very much aware that she was fully clothed with Ian’s cum on her breasts, and he was stark naked with tennis shoes on. It wasn’t something she had on her life bingo card as ever happening.

Embarrassed, she began to rise, but he stopped her before she could walk away and yanked her into his lap.

“I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life,” he rasped against her ear. “You can’t just give me the best blow job of my entire life and then think you are walking away. Especially when the woman of my dreams admits that she cares for me too—not happening.”

A fire broke out across Haley’s skin as she kissed the arrogant bastard who had been a staple in her life for as long as she could remember. She knew she was likely far too heavy to sit on hislap. But hell, he wasn’t complaining, and she wasn’t about to stop him from ravishing her. He nipped at her lips, and kissed her hard and deep. This wasn’t a boy. Ian Johnson was all man.

Her fingers sank into his hair, and she gave as good as she got.

Breaking the kiss for just a second, she whispered, “Inside. My room.”

Ian paused. “What about your mom and dad?”

“They went into the city for a new treatment. They will be there all weekend.”

That seemed to be all the encouragement Ian needed. Haley found herself being half dragged into the house, stumbling and laughing as Ian demanded to know where her room was.

They crashed into her bedroom, kissing, laughing, and never getting enough of each other. Haley reached behind her to yank the top drawer of her nightstand open. Only she was a little too forceful because it caused most of the trinkets to crash to the floor.

She didn’t care. Feeling around for the roll of condoms, Haley nearly shouted when her hand closed around them. She lifted the foil packets to his gaze as she broke their kiss.

“Well, Ian, are you ready for this?”

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