Today is the last day of Parkinson’s Awareness Week and so it seems perfect to share a snog from the BBW erotic romance anthology I put together with my partner in crime Lucy Felthouse. Coming Together With Curves is filled with sexy, curvy stories and every single penny of profit goes to Parkinsons UK . So you can do some good for a brilliant charity and enjoy some sexy smut at the same time.
From Zumba classes to Burlesque dancers, all kinds of big and beautiful women are portrayed between the pages of this book. Read about birthday surprises, smut at the gym, horse riders, lusty couples, naughty neighbours, skilled bakers, rope bondage and misunderstandings from some of erotica’s best authors.
I slotted my key in the door at the second attempt and took a deep calming breath before I turned it. Not a single man had crossed the threshold into my house in years, it was quite a significant moment, even if the guy was only coming in for something to eat.
“So,” I announced when I was sure he had followed me in. “I’ll just go and get changed, then I can give your hoodie back and heat up the food—”
“Grace,” Dean interrupted me mid flow. I turned to look at him and found him just centimetres away. I didn’t get to answer him because before I could he forced his lips against mine and the rest of his body followed. I was stiff with shock at first then I blazed with arousal and pushed my curves against him wanting to feel all of him all at once.
I didn’t let a logical thought enter my mind, I just let the pent up sexual frustration go wild. I gripped his shoulders and pulled him tightly to me.
He slipped his big, strong hands around my waist then lower to squeeze at my hips. His fingers dipped under the heavy material of his own top to squeeze my buttocks. I could feel the heat of his fingers through my lace knickers. He ran his hands appreciatively over the ample curve of my butt and I moaned directly into his mouth. He darted his tongue between my lips and I engaged it with my own, twisting and turning and caressing in time with the throb and ache of my needs.
I was pliant, completely and utterly enthralled by him and each new movement. I was floating around in a sea of endorphins and hungrily eating up the heat of his body, the weight of it against mine. I only just registered Dean fumbling with the jumper around my waist. It was only when it fell around my feet and left my split shorts exposed that I really paid any attention.
“Turn around,” he said, levering his lips from mine. “Put your hands against the wall.”
I pulled back and let him move away from me even though I ached with the lack of his hard muscles pressing into my softly giving places. I stepped forward and pressed my hands out in surrender against the wall. It was hard and flat but not as hot and exciting as Dean’s body. I leant my breasts against its cool, unforgiving surface and waited.
My skin tingled, the blood that pumped around my body after the exertion of Zumba rushed all the quicker, excited by his kisses and caresses. My body was alive with need and it seemed to echo around me. I shifted uncomfortably. The mad rush of attraction wearing off a little as I stood exposed on my own. Just when the silence became too heavy to bear, I heard him moan deeply.
“Grace, you have the tastiest looking arse I’ve ever seen.” Dean growled from behind me. He took a few steps and suddenly I was aware of his substantial body behind me, the tickle of his breath on my neck. “I love watching it every week as you dance. I imagine such dirty things Grace, and today, my wishes came true. I nearly came when your pants split and I saw the flash of red, racy lingerie beneath. I covered you up quickly only because I was jealous, I didn’t want anyone else to see. I want to see, to play with and feel your curves. Will you let me?”
I nodded silently, unable to force words from my dry throat. I felt objectified and I didn’t mind. I liked being the centre of his fantasies.
Pick up your copy of Coming Together with Curves today and do your bit to help find a cure and care for people with Parkinson’s Disease.