Page 31 of My Single Dad Biker

"Not anymore. Not when I'm looking at you."

His hands go to the waistband of my yoga pants and he hooks his thumbs in and looks at me. "These too?"

"Yes."

He pushes them down slowly, taking my underwear with them, and I step out of both. Then I'm completely naked and he's still in his jeans and that feels significant somehow.

He steps back and just looks at me.

I fight the urge to cover myself.

My stomach isn't flat. My hips are wide. My thighs are thick and touch when I stand like this. I have stretch marks on my sides. Cellulite on my thighs. I am soft everywhere.

He looks at all of it and when his eyes come back to mine they're so dark they're almost black.

"You're perfect," he says.

"I'm not."

"You are to me."

He steps forward and his hands go to my waist, his palms spreading across my soft stomach, and I feel him squeeze gently like he's testing the give of my body.

Then his hands slide up to cup my breasts again and down over my hips and around to my ass and he grips me there hard enough that I feel it.

"I want to see you on this bed," he says.

I sit on the edge and he watches me.

Then he puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes gently until I lie back. My legs are still over the edge and he steps between them and runs his hands up my thighs slowly.

"Spread your legs for me."

I do. He looks at me spread open for him and makes a sound low in his chest.

"You're already wet."

"Yes."

"From me touching your breasts?"

"Yes."

He runs one finger through my folds and I gasp at the contact. He does it again, collecting wetness, and then brings his finger to his mouth and tastes me.

"You taste as good as you look."

I don't know what to say to that. He kneels between my legs and I realize what he's about to do a second before his mouth is on me.

The first touch of his tongue makes my back arch off the bed.

He licks through my folds slowly, learning the shape of me, and then his tongue finds my clit and circles it once. I make a sound that's almost embarrassing.

He looks up at me from between my thighs. "Don't be quiet. I want to hear what I'm doing to you."

Then his mouth is back on me and he's not gentle. He licks and sucks and when he slides one finger inside me while his tongue works my clit I cry out.

He adds a second finger and pumps them slowly while his mouth stays on my clit and I'm already close, already trembling.