You ready to cook some delicious French cuisine?”
“I am. I’m starving and I’ve been saving points,” I smirked. I
popped my hip and struck a saucy pose. I was wearing an orange top (courtesy of
Alice’s mom) and a pair of khaki pants with some cute wedgie heels and
turquoise jewelry. I was definitely feeling more confident in my body, but
still not quite there yet.
“You know I’m not going to pay attention to the damn instructor,”
he snorted.
“Um, why?”
“Because you look good enough to eat and well, your boobs are just
begging for some attention,” he growled, staring directly at my cleavage.
“They do look good, don’t they,” I giggled, cupping my breasts and
bouncing them a few times. Edward groaned and scowled at me. “Come on, cop a
feel. I know you want to.”
“Bella, if I cop a feel, we won’t be leaving,” he said. He pulled
me into his arms and stared at me with his evergreen eyes. “Tonight after we
eat our delicious meal, you, me, bed, orgasms…got it?”
“Do I get a say on how the orgasms happen?” I asked, kissing his
nose.
“You’re killing me, Bells,” he choked out. His lips brushed mine,
then became more insistent. “You can get your orgasms any way you want, baby…”
“I’m talking about you, baby,” I purred against his mouth. “Perhaps
I need some extra protein.” Where the
hell did that come from? “Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with
me…”
“Bella, relax,” Edward said as he took my face in his hands. “I
like it. I love hearing you be sexy and confident. I’m so more and more of it
and I love it. Just like I love you, sweet girl.”
“I love you, too,” I said, smiling shyly. Edward gathered me in
his arms and we swayed slightly for a few moments.
“Bella, you don’t have to apologize for what you just said or
anything like that in the future. Hell, half of the stuff in my head is
consistently in the gutter,” he quipped. “I’m a pervy old man who has an
equally pervy girlfriend. Let her out sometimes. Besides, the possibility of
hearing you say naughty words just makes me giddy.”
“Edward, don’t say ‘naughty.’ It’s wrong on so many levels,” I
teased him. “Coupled with the word ‘giddy…’ takes the wrong to a whole other
level.”
“Okay, I won’t say ‘naughty,’ anymore,” he vowed.
I hope she doesn't get smaller than size 14. I can hardly ever find a story where the main character is plus size. Whenever I do find one, I get really excited. I hope she's able to accept and like her body the way it is.
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