Page 29 of Securing Jane

Nodding, Jane lowered her hands.

Storm grasped the edge of her shirt, and she felt his fingers brush against her sides. She sucked in her stomach as best she could, wishing she was in better shape for him. Wished her belly wasn’t so big and that her thighs were more toned. Her butt had always been big, and she worried that he’d be turned off by it.

By the time all her insecurities ran through her brain, Storm had gripped the material of her blouse and raised it up and over her head. She raised her arms to assist, then was standing in front of him in nothing but the pair of black cotton underwear she’d put on earlier.

“Beautiful,” Storm breathed as he simply stared. His hands went back to resting on her hips, but he didn’t move otherwise.

Fidgeting, Jane said, “I’m not twenty-three anymore.”

Storm snorted. “Thank God,” he told her. “Turn.”

Blinking in surprise, Jane asked, “What?”

“Turn around. I want to see your ass.”

Holding her breath, Jane did as he asked, loving how he didn’t take his hands off her as she turned and faced her bed.

“Damn. Better than my fantasies,” Storm told her.

She looked over her shoulder and saw that his eyes were glued to the butt she’d thought too big and flabby almost her entire life.

Then he crouched behind her and took the globes of her ass in his hands and squeezed.

Squeaking in surprise, Jane stumbled and caught herself on her mattress, which left her bending over slightly.

“Fuck yeah,” Storm murmured, and Jane felt his fingers brush against the soaking-wet gusset of her panties.

With anyone else, she might’ve been embarrassed, but with the way Storm was crouched behind her, she could clearly see his erection. The second she had the thought, one of his hands went to the button and zipper on his jeans and undid them. He groaned in relief, then brought his hand back to her ass.

“You’re gorgeous,” he told her, not taking his eyes from her body.

“I could lose some weight,” she said softly.

“No fucking way,” he told her firmly.

“But you’re so in shape. So…hard,” she protested.

“I am.” He grinned. “But that doesn’t mean that’s how I appreciate my women. I like soft,” he told her. “I can’t wait to feel your curves against me. Surrounding me. Holding me.”

His words were seducing her even more than the feel of his hands on her body.

He applied slight pressure on her hips, indicating that he wanted her to turn around for him. Jane did, and then she was looking down at him, still crouched in front of her. She could see the head of his cock peeking out through the slit in the boxers he was wearing. Licking her lips, she had the sudden desire to see more of him. All of him.

But he had other ideas. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and looked up. “May I?” he asked.

Jane nodded.

Then he slowly drew the cotton down over her hips and thighs. She kicked them away when they fell to the carpet at her feet—and then she was naked in front of Storm. The man she’d crushed on for ages. She would’ve been nervous, but the look of utter lust on his face made all her worries drain away.

“Fuck,” he whispered, then leaned forward and nuzzled the crease where her leg met her hip.

Jane whimpered. She knew she was soaking wet, and she was anxious to have his hands all over her. “Storm,” she begged.

“What?” he asked, not taking his eyes from between her legs.

“Touch me.”

“I am,” he said. “You smell so damn good.”