Slow Hand Curves (Big Girls Next Door Erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page B

started filling the kettle. I couldn’t stop my hands from trembling and the water splashed against the side of the sink. Sam came up behind me, put one arm around my waist and took the kettle away.
    “Baby, I don’t think you’re safe in the kitchen right now.” He nuzzled my neck and then twirled me until I was pointed in the direction of the breakfast counter. “You park that sweet bottom on one of those stools and let me do this.”
    Blushing madly, I obeyed. I directed him to the cupboard where the tea was at, then the one that held my grandmother’s serving set. In between his preparations, he watched me. Not quite a leer, his gaze was suggestive. Sexually Machiavellian if there is such a thing. He had me squirming in under a minute the way he used his eyes to caress my breasts, hips and legs.
    “I’m starting to think you’re incorrigible, Samuel Pepin.”
    “I can’t help it if I love looking at you, Hollywood.” His cheeks actually turned pink beneath his tan at the admission. “Makes me hungry watching your nipples pucker and that sweet, round ass wiggle as you wonder just what I’m going to do to you.”
    I looked away, a shiver running through my body. I had been wondering if his hands would soon follow the path his eyes were taking, just how far he wanted to take things tonight and how far I would let him go.
    Was it wrong to let him go all the way? Too soon? Would I ever see him again if I let him take my virginity tonight? Would I see him if I did?
    Feeling his hand on my hip, I gave a little jump. I hadn’t sensed him crossing the room.
    He turned my face so I was looking at him. “I’m not sure I like what you’re thinking, Hollywood.”
    I stared down at the sliver of space between us. “What am I thinking?”
    “Big questions is my guess.” He wrapped one of my naturally tight curls around the tip of his index finger. “Serious questions. You want to ask them out loud?”
    I immediately shook my head. He didn’t need a front row view of my insecurities.
    “Mmmm…Let’s start with the simple questions, then.” He arranged the curl he had toyed with behind my ear. His lips touched my cheek. “Do you want me to touch you?”
    That was an easy yes , my reaction so prompt I felt his mouth spread in a smile against my skin. “Good, because--”
    The kettle started whistling, drawing him away from me. I started to rise and follow him, but he gestured for me to go into the front room. I sat down on the couch, my legs tucked to the side. The skirt of my dress fell above my knee from the position. I went to adjust it and stopped.
    Sam had already seen a lot more than my knee and it was just the two of us. I brought my knees a little higher up on the cushion and let the fabric of the skirt drape behind the back of my lower thigh. I studied the effect for a second and then looked toward the kitchen area to see Sam lift the serving tray.
    With his long, muscled legs, it didn’t take him very long to reach me. He placed the tray on the table. Lifting the lid from the sugar server, he raised a questioning eyebrow.
    “Three cubes,” I answered.
    He lowered three cubes into the cup and slowly stirred the tea, his gaze once again freely roaming my body. He landed, at last, on my exposed knee and a smile crept up the right side of his face. I immediately moved to lower the hem.
    “No you don’t, Hollywood.” Placing the spoon on the tray, he brushed the hem of my dress a little higher up my thigh. Returning to my tea, he lifted the small cream jug.
    “Just a tip,” I whispered, my throat suddenly dry.
    He poured the cream in, gave the tea another stir and then started to hand the cup to me. I reached for it, but he pulled back.
    Sam looked at the shake still infecting my hands. “Can you promise me you’re not going to burn yourself?”
    Closing my eyes, I tried to calm my nerves. It was ridiculous the way I was shaking. A trembling virgin -- so very cliché, but absolutely true. I