I draw in a breath. “I went through a phase in my teens when I was overweight. I got bullied about it in school, and Dorian stepped in.”
“I’m glad you had him in your corner.”
I smile at the memory. “He roughed up anyone who dared to make fun of me. He got into trouble for it too, but thanks to him, the bullies backed off. Luckily, my weight came off as I grew taller, and my relationship with food didn’t suffer either. I’m vegan out of choice, but I enjoy what I eat.”
“The bullying is what made you conscious of your appearance,” he says softly.
“It did, which is why losing my hair hit me even harder. I did try to own it at first, you know? I almost shaved my head a few years ago. In fact, I went to the salon and asked my hairdresser to shave off my hair, but he said I didn’t have the kind of face that could carry off the bald look."
He blinks, then his features contort. "The fuck? Who is this guy? How dare he insult you in this way? How did he have the audacity to put you down like that?" His chest heaves. His nostrils flare. "I’m going to find him and bash his face in." Liam straightens as if he means to step out of the bath right now and deliver on his words.
I laugh, then choke, then laugh again. The fact that he’d defend my honor, that he’d avenge those hurtful words that cut my confidence at the knees and wrapped me in chains of defensiveness that constrained me for so long… Is so sweet, so healing. Link by link, the last of the shackles that kept me paralyzed and stopped me from taking control of my life, fall off. My entire being feels freer. The energy seems to circulate through my body with more intention. I feel both more fluid and more purposeful, at the same time. And as always seems to be the case when I’m with Liam, I’m turned on. I reach between us, position myself on top of his fat cock, then impale myself to the hilt.
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She thrusts down so my throbbing dick is surrounded by her wet, pulsing warmth. A part of me knows she’s distracting me—likely, so I don’t march out of this bath right now and find the bastard who dared hurt her with his words. "I know what you’re doing, and I’m going to let you go through with it. For now."
"Oh?" She grips my shoulders, then rises until my cock is balanced at the rim of her opening.
A shudder runs up my body. My chest planes flex.
"You were saying?" She smirks. My woman smirks at me, and it’s so fucking hot. Her being confident and strong and owning her power is more addictive than the world’s finest whiskeys.
"That I’ll let you take the lead this once, but be prepared for payback, baby."
She pushes down, and once more, that tight, melting hole of her encapsulates the column of my cock. A groan rips up my throat. I tighten my hold on her hips and hold her immobile. So, of course, she flexes her inner muscles, and fuck me I almost come right then.
"Isla," I growl.
She chuckles. "You were saying?"
"That I’m going to spank you for your impudence."
Her pupils dilate. "I can’t wait."
I release my grip on her, only to slide my hand down to circle her clit. She gasps and clamps down harder, and the pressure at the base of my spine multiplies. Sweat beads my forehead, and it’s not only from the steam. The heat of our bodies twines together and swirls about us. I drag my fingers through the soft hair between her thighs. "So this is why you prefer to be au natural?"
"Yes," she gasps and writhes on my cock. "My type of alopecia is not universal, which is lucky... If I can call it that. It’s restricted to the hair on my head, which I’m grateful for."
"What caused it, do you know?"
She raises a shoulder. “It’s an autoimmune condition which is sometimes genetic, but no one else in my extended family seems to suffer from it.” She raises a shoulder. “Likely, it’s a genetic predisposition that was triggered due to hormonal changes in my body, or maybe stress. I tried a few treatments, but nothing seemed to work. I decided to opt for a more holistic lifestyle to cope with it.”
“Is that why you turned vegan?”
She nods. “I wasn’t a meat lover to begin with, and turning vegan made me feel more comfortable in my own skin.”
"How did it start?" I continue to strum her pussy lips and she shudders.
"I first lost the hair on my head five years ago. It began coming out in clumps, then would grow back, and fall off again."
She swallows, and I run soothing circles over her back. Her muscles relax further.
"I didn’t lose the hair on the other parts of my body though, which was a relief. There are so many out there who suffer from more acute forms of this condition, where they lose all of their body hair. It felt wrong to shave the hair on my body after that. Still, I wanted to look good for myself, so I continued to remove the hair on my underarms, and legs. When it came to shaving my pubic hair, though… I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to make a statement to myself by keeping it. It made me feel like I was defying my condition by not touching it. Also, it felt wrong to remove it when I’d been so desperate to keep the hair on my head. I—"
She gasps as I pluck on the nub of her clit. Her entire body jerks. "Liam," she moans. "That feels so good."