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He grins at me. " If I knew wiping with poisonous leaves would end with you getting me naked, I totally would have done it earlier. That look on your face might be the best compliment I've ever gotten, angel. Take your shirt off and let me see you."
I reach deep for a little courage and grab the hem of my shirt. I pull it over my head quickly, afraid I may lose the nerve if I don't do it now. My body is good to me. It's not remotely close to perfect, but it's carried me through even the hardest days of my life. That's beautiful in its own special way. But I know not everyone sees it the same way.
Curvy women like me don't always get a lot of love in this world. We offend people simply by existing. They frame their disgust as concern for our health and wellbeing, but we all know the only thing they're really concerned about is the fact that they don't find us physically beautiful. As if we exist to please them.
Newsflash: We don't. Our weight or what we look like doesn't define our worth.
Gray isn't one of those people who thinks it does. He's staring at me like he wants to drop to his knees and worship at my feet. He grips his dick through his pants, swallowing hard.
"Damn,querida," he whispers. "I think I just came all over myself." He reaches out to run one fingertip between my breasts. "These are a goddamn treasure. I can't wait to get my mouth on them. I may never come up for air."
I laugh in genuine delight, his confession emboldening me. With his eyes still locked on me, I reach behind me and undo my bra, letting it fall forward. I catch it at the last minute, keeping it from exposing me to his gaze. He rumbles a protest, his hand clenching and unclenching as if he's trying to keep himself from pulling it from my body himself.
I torture him for a minute, just because I can. Just because I like the way he's looking at me like he's ready to snap. Part of me wants to know how far I can push him before he loses it and makes me submit. I doubt it'd take much.
Gray may be a playful mess, but he's all alpha too. It isn't an act with him, either. His bossy, demanding ways are just part of what makes him so perfect. His persistence and determinationgot him where he is today. He knows who he is, and he's perfectly content with himself. I love that so damn much.
"Sweet baby Jesus," he breathes, stumbling back a step when I slide the straps of my bra off my arms and then drop my hand, letting it fall to the ground at our feet. "You're…I…You…" He shakes his head like he's in a daze, staring like he can't look away. "Jesus,querida. I think I died on that mountain because there is no fucking way you're real."
"Touch me and see for yourself," I say, smiling so big my cheeks hurt. Even though I should be overcome with nerves, I'm not. Womanly power surges through my veins, giving me confidence, settling my nerves. No, my body isn't perfect. But it's perfect tohim.
"Can't," he mumbles, shaking his head again. "If I touch you, I might die. And if I die before I see you dripping wet, I'm going to end up fighting the devil. And probably Jesus. And whichever of the angels he sends to try to stop me from getting back to you."
"Gray," I say, laughing.
"I'm serious, Camila." He swallows, his gaze tangling with mine. "You've got me shaking over here. I need to see all of you before I get my hands on you. Please."
My heart thrums against my ribcage, but I nod.
He watches me intently as I kick off my ballet flats and work my pants down my hips, wiggling out of them. It's not easy to do so gracefully, but I manage to do it without falling on my face. And then I hesitate before reaching for my panties.
"Um…I've never been naked in front of a man before," I whisper.
"I know. There's no way they would have let you go if you had been," he says, taking a step toward me almost as if he's trying to protect me from the vulnerability I'm sure is written all over my face. "What do you need, angel? Tell me. I'll give it to you. You want me naked too?"
"I…" I trail off and nod.
This time, he tortures me a little bit, moving slowly to give me what I want. I bite my lip when he finally yanks his pants down and I see the wet spot on his red boxers. The fabric is tented almost obscenely. I think his erection is as big as the rest of him. Which is intimidating as hell.
My legs tremble beneath me when he drops his boxers and I get a good look at him. Good grief. He's going to split me in half with that thing. I've seen dicks before, of course. What twenty-four-year-old woman hasn't been sent at least half a dozen unsolicited pictures from random creeps on the internet? But I've never seen an attractive penis until now. Thick veins run up his wide shaft. The head of his cock is fat and glistening with pre-cum. It's impressive. And hive free, thank God.
"There is no way that's fitting inside me, Gray," I say. My stomach flutters with a combination of nerves and excitement.
"Oh, I'll fit," he says, gripping himself roughly in his fist. He works one hand up and down his shaft, his eyes locked on my tits. "This was made to fit inside that sweet little slice of heaven between your thighs."
I squeeze said thighs together as if that's going to stop the flood of arousal from soaking my panties. It's not. They've been wet since the first time he touched me today. I hope he's right about fitting, because if he doesn't, I might actually die too. I need him inside me.
"Take your panties off,querida. Let me see that sweet little thing," he demands.
I take a breath and rip them down my legs before I lose the nerve. And then I stand in front of him, completely bare, fighting the instinctive urge to cover myself with my hands. I'm not ashamed of my body, and I won't hide it from him.
"Fuck," he swears, squeezing his cock as a spurt of cum shoots from the tip, landing against my belly.
I stare at it for a split second before running the tip of my finger through it. It's warm and sticky. I'm not sure why I do it, but I bring my finger to my lips and touch my tongue to it. He growls my name, sounding like a hungry bear. He tastes salty and sweet. It's an unusual combination, but I like it.
"You trying to make me embarrass myself, Camila?" he growls, closing the distance between us. His erection presses against my belly, sending a wave of heat through me. He tips my head back with a finger beneath my chin. "You keep looking at me like that, you'll be too sore to ride me again later."
"Promises, promises," I whisper.
