The Billionaire’s Full Figured Desire

Chapter 6

At first, the kiss was urgent and rough, the nerves inside Frida seemed to take over her body as she pressed her body closer to Terrence. She had never been the type of woman who made the first move, but she was happy she did.

Sparks went off inside of her, and she thought that if she opened her eyes, she would’ve seen sparks around them too. She had never wanted someone as badly as she wanted Terrence.

It took Terrence a moment to recover from the apparent shock, but once he did, he reciprocated with such enthusiasm that Frida felt a rush of adrenaline. For a moment, they stayed like that, locked together in an embrace, sharing the most passionate kiss of Frida’s entire life. She wanted to stay like that, forever, and she felt like she could. His lips were soft and hot against hers, burning into her memory forever as she would remember how he felt for the rest of her life.

In fact, she felt as though they weren’t far off! They’d already been in each other’s arms, their bodies pressed together, for what felt like several sunlit days. She felt as though the Big Bang and the end of the Universe and the start of the next one could arrive, and she wouldn’t even notice. She’d been wrong before, about experiencing bliss. This was true bliss, with God as her witness. And yet Frida knew it could only have been a few scarce moments since they had been sitting on the sofa together, sipping wine. Frida knew that she’d knocked over the glasses, spilling wine onto the carpet, but at the moment she really didn’t care.

It was as if her body no longer belonged to her, she had no control and didn’t want any either. Her body was just focused on Terrence, in her head, it was all about how he felt and how he made her feel. She felt truly amazing, her body just took in everything as he began to explore her even more, and suddenly Terrence’s hands were wandering further, snaking down her sides onto her front, cupping her large breasts, which were sensitive to the touch.

Frida was suddenly aware of how heavy she was breathing, as Terrence began to trail a line of kisses down onto her neck. Her hand gripped the back of his head as he used a combination of his lips and teeth to leave his mark on her. In Frida’s opinion, there were few things more erotic and sensual and intimate as giving one’s partner a hickey, a literal love bite.

It was hot and heavy as her breathing started to slow as if it was too much to focus on breathing and feeling at the same time, her whole self was just consumed by Terrence and what he was doing to her. The hunger for him grew in her belly.

She felt a surge of arousal that made her start breathing even deeper, turning to ragged pants. She felt Terrence’s hands on her, pushing her backward on the sofa now, for which she was grateful for. Frida was quickly losing herself in the heat of the moment, but she still had the presence of mind to avoid lying on top of Terrence, afraid her weight would crush him and kill the mood. It had happened before, so her concerns may have seemed unfounded, but in truth, they were far from it.

Frida may love her body, but she knew that her weight was always something she’d have to watch when it came to sex. She couldn’t imagine herself on top of someone, feeling almost as if she could crush them under her weight. It was hard to think about, but the thought always crossed her mind. She supposed that on some level that was why she also never really dated, she couldn’t see herself being comfortable with a person knowing the risk.

Terrence pushed her back down against the sofa and started pulling at her clothes, tearing them away. Again, Frida pushed this from her mind, she could always get new clothes, but this moment. This one was irreplaceable. Just like the magical night that they had spent along the waterfront, Frida was going to remember this for as long as she could remember anything.

A part of her knew that no matter what happened the memory of that moment would stay with her forever, just the way Terrence made her body feel like something she had never experienced before.

She was always going to remember the feel of Terrence’s body on top of hers, his crotch grinding up and pressing against hers. Her blood was pumping, her heart was pounding so much that she was suddenly anxious that Terrence would actually hear the beating of it. She could feel her panties clinging to her, soaked with wetness, feel it leaking out of her underwear and dripping down her thick thighs.

Terrence was still planting kisses down her neckline as he struggled with her bra strap. Finally, she lay there, as naked as the day she was born, except for her bra and panties. She felt…exposed. Vulnerable. She hadn’t worn this little clothing in front of any man in years. But even though this was a huge milestone in Frida’s sexual life, she didn’t feel awkward, or uneasy.

Nothing about Terrence made her feel awkward, or uneasy. She was just felt…comfortable. It felt right, which was a concept completely new to Frida. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt comfortable in her own skin. As much as she had learned to love her body there had been many occasions where she thought she should try to lose some of her extra weight, obviously her mind would always go back to her mother’s words and soon the thought would leave her mind but with Terrence touching her like he couldn’t get enough it made her happy that she had stayed her true self.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?”     Frida whispered in Terrence’s ear. The words left her mouth without her having much control over her mouth, she wanted Terrence.

Her body had become his, and she wanted him to explore it even further, the way he touched her and felt her body felt amazing, and she could see that he was enjoying it himself.