Change Of Plans (New Adult BBW Romance) by Adriana Hunter

“Please.”
    Pushing forward, he slid his cock into
her slowly, pressing inch by inch until his balls were touching her slick
entrance. “Christ,” he hissed. “I can never get over just how good you feel.”
Pushing her shoulders down so that her ass thrust higher into the air, he spread
her cheeks a little wider. “I’m just going to touch you for now, is that all
right?”
    “Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
    Licking his thumb, he pressed it gently
against her tight, pink asshole, then started to rub it in slow circles as he
thrust in and out of her pussy. Biting the inside of his cheek, he did his best
to pace himself, wanting to make this last as long as possible. Her answering
moans told him that she was enjoying it, so he took it a step further and
slipped his thumb inside her.
    “Oh yes,” she groaned, arching her back.
    “Does that feel good?” he rasped, sliding
his finger in and out of her ass, matching the pace of his thrusts.
    “Yes,” she gasped, pushing back against
him. “Please… faster.”
    Yes. He quickened his pace, the pleasure
building inside him as he stared down at her and marveled how beautiful she
was. Her alabaster skin was luminescent in the moonlight, which showed off her
curves to absolute perfection, and he couldn’t get over how sexy her hair
looked, tumbled over one shoulder to expose the back of her neck. She turned
her head then to look at him with her heavy lidded eyes, and the look in them
was nearly enough to make him come right then and there.
    Sucking in a breath, he pulled her more
firmly against him and began to fuck her harder, their bare flesh slapping
together as he increased the friction. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on
any longer, she shuddered around him, convulsing as another orgasm hit, and he
groaned in relief as he finally let himself come. Fingers digging into her
hips, he rode out waves of pleasure so intense, he went temporarily blind from
it.
    Utterly spent, he rolled off to the side,
then tucked her against his chest, wanting to feel her damp skin against his.
Looking up at the canopy ceiling, he wondered if it would ever be possible to
get enough of this woman, this woman who he so desperately loved.

 
    Chapter Nine
     
     “I should really go now.”
    Brendan sat up, confusion glimmering in
his slumberous eyes. He looked absolutely gorgeous – his hair tousled,
his white shirt open and hanging off his lean, muscular body, his tie hanging
loose around his neck to drape across his washboard abs. The moonlight gave his
pale skin a pearly glow, highlighting the flush still riding his high
cheekbones from their lovemaking. A huge part of her wanted to sink back down
on the bed with him, to straddle his big body and run her hands through his
inky black hair as she kissed the breath out of him.
    Instead, she tugged the zipper up on the
back of her dress, then went hunting for her shoes.
    “Come back to my place,” he suggested,
swinging his legs over the bed to stand.
    She found one shoe, tugged it on, then
went looking for the other. “Brendan, I can’t –”
    “What, I’m allowed to come to your place,
but you’re not allowed to come to mine?” Glowering, he snatched her up off her
unbalanced feet, then set her back on the bed.
    “Let me up!” She pounded her fist against
his deltoid, but he ignored her, kneeling down by her feet. She opened her
mouth to protest again, then quieted as he fished her other shoe out from
beneath the bed.
    “Please,” he murmured, slipping the shoe
onto her foot with the same delicate reverence she imagined Prince Charming had
used when he’d slid the glass slipper onto Cinderella’s dainty foot. “I want
you to come home with me, to share my bed with me. Are you so ready for this
night to end already?”
    He looked up at her with those clear,
brilliant blue eyes framed by his sinfully black lashes, and she was lost.
There was such depth of longing in those eyes, such sincerity, that it stole
her