Page 43 of Malicious Marriage
“Is this… not attractive to you?” I suspect where this is going, but teasing Clover a little further feels like the easiest way to get the real reason out of her.
“No! Oh, my God.” She sits up abruptly, still holding the duvet to her chest. “Look at you and then look at me. I bet we even weigh the same, but mine isn’t all muscle. I’m fat, and so you don’t have to look at me, the lights being off is…” She breathes deeply. “It makes sense.”
“You’re not fat,” I say gently.
Her gaze turns to daggers. “Let’s not play that game. I am. I’m not ashamed of it but I know it’s not sexy.”
“No, you don’t understand what I mean.” I move close to her and take her hand. “Youhavefat, yes. Your size is not an issue nor a bother for me, but my point is that youhavefingernails but they’re not a defining trait. Therefore, your size is not a defining trait.”
“The world doesn’t work like that.”
“Terribly, yes, but I’m not talking about the world. I’m talking about us. You wouldn’t define me by my scars, would you?”
She immediately shakes her head. “Of course not!”
“What if I told you the person I wanted to sleep with wanted the lights off so they didn’t see the scars?”
“I…” She frowns briefly. “I’d probably tell you that you don’t deserve to be with someone who would expect you to hide.”
“So here I sit, telling you I want to see you. I already know what you look like, Clover, and if my actions in the kitchen aren’t enough to tell you how attractive I find you, then let me spell it out for you. Iwantto see every gorgeous inch of you and I don’t want you to hide from me.”
Her lower lip wobbles and she curls it immediately into her mouth. “But…”
“But?” I coax gently, leaning in. “What if I tell you that I’m already picturing you naked? Or that I’m aching for a taste of that sweet slit between your legs? You’re a beautiful woman and I don’t care to think about whoever made you think that you were only acceptable in the dark, but I promise you…” I lean closer until we’re nose to nose. “Iacheand desire to see every part of you. But if you’re truly uncomfortable, then I will respect that.”
Change isn’t easy. I can’t unravel all of Clover’s body issues in one night, but I can be honest in my desire for her.
That honesty seems to reach her to some degree and she slowly relinquishes her iron grip on the duvet. I reward her with a kiss and once I start, I don’t stop. Keeping Clover’s comfort in mind, I keep my movements much slower than they were in the kitchen. I kiss her deeply, then nibble a path down her throat to her shoulders and down further to the swell of her large breasts. My body slowly pushes away the covers as I move over Clover and then start my slow, deliberate path down her curvaceous body.
She trembles like a leaf beneath me. I imagine the thoughts in her mind are being unkind, so I focus on lavishing as much attention as I can all over her. I cup her breasts, massage the soft flesh between my fingers, and suckle gently on her nipples until she’s panting as fast as she’s trembling. Each breast receives the same amount of attention and when I’m not kissing and nibbling gently on her nipples, I’m kissing all around the soft curves ofher body. I bury my face in her cleavage, place multiple slow kisses down her body, and even dare to tickle her as I worship around her ribs and down toward her navel.
Her laugh betrays her nerves, but the more attention I give her, the more she starts to relax. Over the rise of her stomach, I caress and stroke her body as tenderly as I can and by the time I reach the rise of her thick, alluring thighs, I’m already hard. Everything about her appeals to me, but it’s her kindness and sincerity that make her all the more alluring.
My own desire is nothing more than to make her feel amazing, and it seems to be working. It’s heaven buried between her thick thighs as I leave multiple little red bite marks on the soft, sensitive inner skin of her thighs. She twitches and gasps, shifts and moans, and by the time I reach the crease of her pussy, she seems to be trembling for an entirely different reason.
Her core becomes my focus so I loop both my arms around her thighs and bury my face firmly against her pussy. She’s soaked once more, making her all the sweeter as I slide my tongue between her lips and taste her for the first time. My cock throbs with need, but it becomes an afterthought as Clover whimpers so sweetly and all I care about is drawing another orgasm out of her.
And another.
As many as she allows.
I drag my tongue flat through her folds, firm the tip to a point, and flick over her clit, roll it and weave back and forth across her pussy and dip into her entrance with hungry care. No inch of her goes untouched or unlicked. Between the pattern of licks, I kiss her all over and focus open-mouthed, sucking kisses over her clit which seem to draw the sexiest sounds out of her. Before long, her thighs are closing around my head and her hips rock repeatedly up against my face as she chases the orgasm I’ve caressed out of her.
When she comes, her thighs seal me against her pussy and my entire existence for a few long moments is for nothing but her pleasure.
I’m breathless by the time she releases me. Leaning up, I glimpse her flushed, rosy face and she looks so utterly beautiful.
“I–I’m sorry,” Clover gasps, one hand over her mouth.
“Don’t be.” I grin. “And I’m not finished.”
We spend the rest of the night like that. I can’t keep my hands or my mouth off her. I eat Clover to another orgasm, then a third with my fingers while she discovers she enjoys having her ass eaten at the same time. By the time I’ve fingered her to another orgasm while lavishing attention over her breasts, one kiss from her lips to my cock and I come all over the towel from my shower. Clover’s reaction is adorable as she fears I’ve missed out, but I explain how all of my pleasure from tonight came from pleasing her.
Thatwas the excitement for me.
We fall asleep tangled together, utterly exhausted, and I could sleep my life away with her next to me but unfortunately, my bladder has other ideas. It draws me from a deep sleep a little after ten, but Clover is still out for the count. I kiss her temple, ease myself out of bed, and slip off to the bathroom. By the time I’ve relieved myself, I’m wide awake and the beautiful blue sky outside is enough to chase away any lingering sleep.
So, breakfast it is.