Page 53 of Undeniable You
I still couldn’t believe this was happening. That I was standing in Larison’s bedroom in the bra that I’d never worn before. It made me feel so pretty. Still, I couldn’t wait until she took it off me and touched me.
And I needed to seeher. She had to get naked immediately.
“Take your clothes off. Please.”
Larison laughed and then clapped her hand over her mouth.
“Shhh,” I said, giggling and pulling her toward the bed. We fell onto it together and I had to work hard not to giggle.
“This is harder than I thought,” I whispered as we lay next to each other. She still had her clothes on.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” I whined, pulling at her shirt. It was the same blue one she’d been wearing earlier, and I was almost ready to try and tear it in half.
“So are you,” she said, reaching out and cupping one of my breasts, her touch like fire even through the lace. I wanted to moan.
“Are you trying to distract me?” I asked, my eyes fluttering closed as she stroked over my nipple that was already hard enough to cut glass.
“Maybe?” The uncertainty in her voice made me look at her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s just…I’ve had a baby and my body looks like it.” She did a little shrug with one shoulder.
“Larison,” I said. “You’re beautiful. Your body is incredible. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to grab you and bite you and lick you all over? Way too many. Wayyyyy too many.” Fuck, there had been too many moments to count.“Come here,” I hooked my fingers under her chin and pulled her face toward me, kissing her and doing my best to pour all that desire into her. I needed her to believe me. Needed her to know.
I pushed her back on the bed and straddled her.
“Fuck, Larison,” I said. “Please can I take your shirt off?”
She nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
I helped her sit up and yank the shirt over her head.
“Oh, Larison,” I said. She’d practically taken my breath away.
“I didn’t know this was happening, so I didn’t plan very well,” she said, her face turning red as she glanced down at her simple off-white bra. It was fraying in a few places.
“At least I didn’t grab one of my old nursing bras, which I still keep finding in my drawers.”
“Hey, aren’t those made to have easy access though? Sounds like a good idea to me.” I wiggled my eyebrows and she snorted a laugh. There. Much better.
“Your body is amazing. And not just because you created a human. Your body would be amazing because it’s yours. I adore every single part. Even the ones I haven’t seen yet.” Couldn’t wait to see.
Her belly was soft and rounded and spiderwebbed with silvery stretch marks. I had plenty of those myself, and I couldn’t help but run my fingers across her stomach.
“I wouldn’t change a single thing about you,” I said, gazing into her eyes as I traced some of those scars.
Larison reached her hand up and stroked the side of my face. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For seeing me and knowing what I needed to hear. You always seem to know what I need to hear.”
The same was true for her.
“Can I see more of you?” I asked.
She sat up again and reached for the closure of her bra. “How about we do it at the same time?”