Hues Of Lust: BBW Erotic Holiday Story Collection includes Lustful Holiday Romance & BBW Erotic Romance (4 Valentine Romance Short Stories: BBW Romance & BBW Erotica) by K. W. Middleton Read Free Book Online

until well after midnight.
     
    Finally, they were back in the limousine and on their way to Catherine’s apartment. Marcus was holding her hand. She really didn’t want this night to ever end and she kept trying to think of a way to keep it going. She needn’t have worried about that.
     
    When they reached her building, Marcus got of the car with her and walked her up to her apartment. Outside of her door, he turned her face up to him and placed his mouth on hers, gently at first. However, it quickly caught fire and they were both caught up in a very heated kiss.
     
    “Do you want to come in?” Catherine managed to gasp as she broke away from him.
     
    “I was so hoping that you would ask,” Marcus whispered.
     
    Once they were inside of her apartment, Marcus was kissing her with abandon now and moving his hands all over her body, whispering how beautiful she was. His mouth blazed a trail from her mouth down her neck and just to the top of her cleavage. When she didn’t protest, he slowly removed her dress and she was standing before him wearing the red teddy, sheer silk stockings and a matching red garter.
     
    He stood back and stared at her with a smile on his face.
     
    “You did wear it!” he exclaimed. “I’m so happy! And you look just as amazing in it as I knew you would!”
     
    “You sent this to me?” she asked breathlessly.
     
    “I did,” Marcus replied. “Do you like it?”
     
    “I love it!” Catherine said as she smiled back at him.
     
    “It truly is a shame that it will be on the floor in just a few minutes,” Marcus teased.
     
    Catherine couldn’t find the words to say anything and then he was kissing her and touching her again. Finally, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom. When they got there, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with fire in her eyes.
     
    “Take off your clothes,” she said. “I want to see you.”
     
    Marcus didn’t argue with her.  He stripped slowly and seductively for her until he stood naked. His cock was erect and beautiful. She reached for it and wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly. Marcus threw back his head, eyes closed and breathed deeply before pushing her back onto the bed and kissing her from her mouth to her breasts. This is where the teddy was removed and tossed to the floor.
     
    He took Catherine’s full breasts in his hands and caressed them as he moved his mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. Catherine cried out in pleasure. Then he moved his hand down to separate her thighs and deftly stimulated her aching and stiff little clit. He felt her wetness and knew that she was ready for him.
     
    Poised above Catherine, Marcus placed the head of his cock right at her most intimate of openings and plunged deeply into her. Catherine once more cried out as she lifted her legs to wrap around his lower back and moved up against him. Together, they moved in a hard and fast rhythm until they both felt their moment of no return approaching.
     
    Their orgasms hit almost simultaneously and they cried out together as they held each other, riding out the storm.
     
    Afterward, they lay together fighting to breathe normally once more.
     
    “Marcus,” Catherine finally said. “Just who are you?”
     
    Her question was met by silence as Marcus smiled into the darkness.
     
    “How about we discuss this in the morning?” he asked. “By the way, Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

Part II
    Catherine woke the next morning to the tantalizing aroma coffee brewing. She stretched like a chubby, sexy cat with the smile of a very satisfied woman. Reaching over to the other side of her bed, she found it disheveled but empty. Her eyes flew open and she sat up part of the way looking around her bedroom a bit wildly.
     
    Now she was wondering if the previous night had been a dream; a lovely dream, yes; but a dream nonetheless. As she moved, though, her body had that slightly sore sensation of being well-loved. That ’s