Submission: Guilty Pleasures #3 (BBW Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF

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rules he’d established for our dominant submissive relationship.
    He turned on a small lamp, casting
the room in a soft glow. He turned to me, pulling me against him again, his
kiss tentative, his lips seeking answers to questions I couldn’t provide.
    My fingers found the buttons on
his shirt, undoing them slowly, my hands sliding beneath the soft material,
fingers on his skin. The warmth of his body, his scent...that deeply masculine
scent that belonged to him and him alone, washed over me. I closed my eyes,
breathing deeply, the familiar sense of security washing over me.
    Jake held my face briefly, looking
down at me. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “You take my breath away...still.
Always. I love you, Abby.”
    His kiss was passionate, urgent,
no longer questioning but claiming my mouth. I opened up to him, our tongues
meeting, dancing, exciting me, starting a fire deep within me.
    Jake’s hands moved down my
shoulders, sliding slowly down to undo the buttons on my blouse. I broke our
kiss, watching as he slid the fabric away from my body, his hands moving over
my breasts. I moaned softly, an answering sound coming from Jake.
    I met his eyes, the depths of his
passion reflecting mine. I wanted him then, desperately, wanted his strength,
his solidness like an anchor in this storm I’d put us all in.
    “Jake...I love you, too.” It was
that simple. And in that moment, very clear.
    Our hands worked feverishly then,
pulling at buttons and zippers, clothes dropping to the floor. I looked down,
watching Jake’s hands as they squeezed my breasts, sending waves of heat that
coalesced deep inside me, a resounding thump of arousal making me gasp with
pleasure.
    “Oh, Jake...I’ve missed this.”
    “I’ve missed this, too...and you, Abby.
It’s been so hard without you.” His mouth came down on mine again, all of our
pent up longing expressed in that kiss.
    His body was pressed against mine,
his erection against my stomach, hard and insistent. I wrapped my fingers
around him, stroking him slowly as he thrust his hips forward against my hand.
I felt him moan against my mouth, the sound full of the longing I felt as well.
    We moved together to the bed, not
letting go of each other. I felt the mattress against the backs of my legs, Jake
wrapping an arm around my back as he lowered me gently to the bed.
    There was no hesitation between us
then. We moved together as one, our bodies melding, swirling together,
exploring each other as if for the first time, reveling in what seemed like
uncharted territory.
    Finally Jake entered me, filling
me completely, sliding himself gently into my body. I accepted him the same
way, letting our bodies learn again what this coming together felt like.
    He held himself still inside me,
both of us savoring the pleasure of just being together, of being connected
again. I watched his face, felt the emotion flowing between us, his eyes
mirrors of mine.
    Jake began moving, slowly, the
delicious friction of him sliding against of me building to a rapid crescendo.
We were locked together, riding out the waves of passion and pleasure that
coursed through our bodies, coming together, sharing the experience until the
very end.
    He held me then, wrapped in his
arms, against his chest. I fell deeply asleep listening to Jake breathing, to
the sound of his heartbeat, secure and safe.
    I woke sometime during the night. Jake
was turned away from me, clutching a pillow to his chest. I watched him sleep,
the light from the moon casting silver shadows over his face.
    Curled against his back, I felt
the gentle movement of his body in sleep. I slipped my arm around his chest,
sliding it beneath the pillow. In his sleep, he pushed the pillow away, holding
my hand, murmuring something that sounded like my name.
    I drifted back to sleep, wondering
what I’d just done. I loved Jake. But was that enough.
    ––––––––
    I ’d come back from a long-overdue
trip to the store late Saturday