“You really don’t know how perfect you are, do you?”
“What?” she asked in a whisper, not expecting that particular reply from him. Stewart had always initiated the insults about her chunky body and overlarge breasts. She was used to making fun of herself first or accepting Stewart’s insults. Frank complimented her body
but also abused it. Dalton confused her and she attempted to step away as she lowered her head, but Dalton stepped with her.
Somehow she was cornered against the wall. One of his hands was pressed against the padding above her shoulder and the other held her waist.
“Look at me, Millie. You are beautiful and you are perfect. Any man that said otherwise was a fucking idiot.”
She gulped as the tears reached her eyes then jerked slightly when the hand that was pressed against her waist moved slowly up to her ribs.
“Your legs are perfect, your hips curved and muscular the way they should be. I love the way your waist dips in and your ass slightly sticks out, round and solid. You are perfect, baby.” He softly caressed her, moving his hand farther up her body as he inched closer. His breath was warm against her neck as she tilted back against the wall. His lips gently touched her skin, causing tingling goose bumps to scatter about and run amok throughout her body.
Oh God!
She felt her pussy moisten from his words then tighten up with need and hunger.
When his hand began to glide up the side of her right breast, she gasped.
He glided a thumb over her nipple, back and forth, and she wished she weren’t wearing any clothing. If they were skin to skin, she would go up in flames.
“You have big, full, beautiful breasts, too. I have big hands, Millie, and they’re still not enough to cover your breasts completely. That’s fucking hot. Do you feel how hard your little nipples are, Millie? See what my touch does to you? Touch me, Millie. Reach your hand down and feel how hard you make me. This is just from looking at you, caressing your sexy body.”
Millie couldn’t move and she didn’t have to.
“Ah, hell.” He leaned forward and covered her mouth with his own and began a sensual exploration of her mouth.
She kissed him back, wanting more of him and giving in to her attraction. His thick thigh pushed between her legs and she moaned against him. Every sensation grew stronger with every touch and roll of his tongue. The feel of stone beneath her fingertips and the dips and ridges of muscle were making her so damn needy for more of him. His large hands pressed against her breasts, pulling and tweaking her nipples then massaging her breasts until he continued a path up her shoulder to her neck.
His long, rough fingers caressed her throat and then both hands held her face.
His kisses slowed down and she was grateful as the sound of approaching voices could be heard.
He slowly released her lips. They both were breathing hard.
“You make me want to do things, wild, wicked things to your amazing body.”
She was startled and utterly turned on by his words, never mind his actions. She was holding on to him still and the voices came closer.
He must have read her fearful expression and he stepped back, adjusting his pants and walking back a few steps.
Millie lowered to the floor and picked up the water bottle and bag she had dropped.
“Good morning, Dalton! Are we too early?” Stella asked with Lisa, Paula, and Melody following close behind. The four women were dressed kind of odd for a martial arts class. They had short shorts and half tank tops on with their breasts pouring from the tops. If Stella, Paula, or even Melody bent over, their boobs would vacate their tops. The one woman Lisa’s breasts were so small, she had the opposite problem.
Dalton glanced at the clock.
“You’re fifteen minutes early. No one else has arrived yet.”
“Well, we can maybe warm up a little. I was having some trouble with the moves you taught us on Monday,” Stella whined as she ran her hand up and down Dalton’s arm. Millie wanted to grab that hand and smack Stella with it, but she had no right to act jealous and possessive. Then Dalton did something unexpected.
He pressed Stella’s hand away from him and scowled at her. She turned red but looked determined.
Then Millie sensed movement toward the doorway and saw Lena and Sage had arrived. They waved at her and Millie looked to pass Stella and the others to leave, but Stella made no effort to get out of Millie’s way. Stella had her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“You running some sort of toning class or something for her?”
Millie was not surprised by the thin bitch’s comment, and she saw that Lena and Sage were about to say something when Dalton spoke.