Page 15 of September's Kiss (Loving the Curvy Girl)

“What is it?” he asked, his brows knitting together in confusion.

“You’re huge!” I said finally, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “I’ve never had sex and if all of that down there is you…I don’t know how that’s supposed to work.”

“It’s not that big,” he argued.

“Easy for you to say,” I said, scooting up and sitting, leaning my back against the headboard. “It’s not going inside you.”

“That’s very true,” he agreed, chuckling. “But you haven’t even seen it yet. It might not be as bad as you think.”

“You’re right,” I said. “Take off your pants.”

His eyes widened and I gave him a wicked smile. He shrugged, stood up, kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants, kicking them away with his underwear. Then he removed his jacket, his tie and his shirt, and stood naked in front of me.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him. For a minute, I couldn’t even look down. I was too awestruck by the amount of muscle in his arms and his chest. Once I got to his abs, it was just a short glance down and there it was…

“Holy shit,” I hissed.

Now, I’ve never seen a penis in real life. I have nothing to compare Joshua’s to, if I’m being honest. But I was fairly certain that if I were to start looking at other real-life penises…it would take a long time to find one as large as his. It was thick and long and it curved slightly to the left.

“You’re going to give me a complex,” he teased.

I shifted on the bed, going to my knees and crawling to the edge, staring at his body. My hands roamed up his chest and over his shoulders, then up his neck and I pulled him down to kiss me again. His skin was hot and smooth and I knew that I would never be able to touch him enough to satisfy the need that was thrumming through my body.

“I want to see you, too,” he whispered against my lips.

I nodded and smiled at the feel of his fingers gently pulling at the zipper at the back of my dress. His hands skimmed over my shoulders, pushing the sleeves down until the dress pooled at my knees on the bed. He popped the snap of my bra, pulling that away as well before gently pushing me back onto the bed.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said after tossing all of my clothes to the floor with his. His gaze raked over my body and I had to fight not to cover my intimate bits with my arms.

He was mine, and I was his. I didn’t have anything to hide from him. I didn’t want to hide from him. I wanted him to take me. I wanted to belong to him forever.

Joshua climbed back on top of me, settling his hips between my legs again and kissing a hot, wet trail up my throat, over my jaw and reclaimed my lips in a kiss that brought my hips canting up into him. He growled into my mouth and pulled back to look down at me.

“Baby I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I saw you. I’m wound tighter than a spring right now and there’s no way I’m going to last. But I promise you, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Just take me,” I pleaded, my own body so tight with need I was sure I’d fall right over the edge with him in moments.

Even as wet as I was, his enormous girth was just this side of pain as he stretched me open. My nails dug into his shoulders and he snapped his hips forward, shoving past the pinch of resistance as I cried out in surprise.

My channel spasmed around him and he groaned, his eyes screwing tight for a moment before he opened his lids again to stare down at me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ember.” He leaned down and kissed me gently. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I promised him, blinking back tears.

And then he began to move and the ability to speak, to think to do anything but feel him was gone. I clung to his shoulders as his hips pistoned against me, driving his massive erection into me so hard and fast and all I could do was hold on.

Sparks shot up my spine as my body convulsed in orgasm, a surprised cry escaped my lips and he kissed away, his mouth covering mine as he pulsed and spasmed inside me, his own body hard and tense over me.

He collapsed to the mattress next to me, careful not to fall directly on my body and crush me under his weight. But he immediately gathered me into his arms and dropped soft kisses over my face.

“I want to marry you,” he said softly.

“What?” I stared at him, feeling my eyes widen in surprise.

“I want to marry you,” he repeated. “I want to spend the rest of my life falling asleep and waking up next to you. I want to drive you crazy with my overprotectiveness, and I want to argue about it over dinner…and breakfast in bed.”

“You’re crazy,” I whispered, my voice stolen by tears threatening to choke off my airway.

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