I frowned upon finding the chair taken — my chair, the leather highback I occupied every day at noon in a particularly secluded bookstore nook. 

What she was reading captivated her, so she didn’t notice my presence until I sat in the much-less-comfortable, adjacent chair. When she finally lifted her face buried in her book, I looked into the most soulful brown eyes I’d ever seen, and in the blink of an eye, my annoyance disappeared. Those beautiful eyes were set on a porcelain-skinned face with perfectly kissable lips; long, cascading waves of sable hair served as the frame to this very pretty picture. 

Her name, I would soon learn, was Ellie.

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A whirlwind of excitement and discovery had swept me away with Ellie over the next month. We’d explored quaint bookstores in neighboring towns, sharing our love of fondling parchment instead of the detached coldness one feels reading an ebook. We’d adored picnics by the lake or in a meadow of bluebells, where I’d read to her while she lay alongside me. Through these things, we’d enjoyed a special correspondence between our hearts. As one would expect, nature took its course, and our shared passions for books and nature blossomed into a passion for one another… or so I’d thought. 

Her eyes were full of the spices of life. My lips tasted ardor on her tongue. Yet, time after time, she retreated from me when my hands started exploring her luscious body. How could I not? Despite her modest dress, only a blind man could not see the roundness giving shape to the otherwise lifeless fabrics of sweaters and skirts. It’s indelicate to say, but my tongue and cock wanted to explore the hidden valley between her breasts, between her legs, and, dare I say, the cleft of her buttocks. 

I led her by the hand to the bedroom. We stood beside the bed, her anxiety evident by her fidgeting. We needed to face whatever issue plagued her. 

I thought I knew the answer, but asked anyway. “Ellie, are you attracted to me?”

“Yes, Jacob, of course!” Her hands grabbed mine, squeezing reassurances accompanying her words. 

“And do you want to make love with me?”

She looked at her feet, no longer capable of eye contact.

“I do! It’s just…”

“Just what?”

Her hands dropped mine, and she hugged herself with her arms, taking a step back. 

Oh no you don’t. Not this time. 

I closed the distance and wrapped her up tightly against me. 

“Ellie, there’s nothing you can’t tell me. I want no secrets between us, okay?”

She whimpered against my chest. “You won’t like me naked. Men have told me I'm too heavy. I think especially my lower part they didn’t like.”

And there it was — the reason for her hesitation.

I had to push aside my rage towards the lower lifeforms who’d hurt my Ellie while I kept her enveloped in my arms. Brushing her lobe with my lips, I whispered, “Ellie, you are beautiful from head to toe. Anyone who couldn’t see your beauty didn’t deserve you.”

She lifted her chin and managed a weak smile before she brushed her quivering lips against mine. 

My gut coiled as I thought about her doubting her beauty… and worrying I might not find her sexy. She was a victim of the growing narrowmindedness of our world regarding a woman’s body. 

My precious Ellie. 

Forgive me, but my internal poet  emerged as, in my mind, I likened her to a bird with its wings bound. Her binds were self-doubt and past criticisms that built a messy nest inside her head. As one who was tumbling fast in love with her, it was up to me to free her. Will there be a more beautiful site than my Ellie when she’s freed of these crippling binds and takes flight?

I decided she needed gentle firmness. “Ellie, I’m going to remove your clothes and then remove mine, and we will enjoy one another’s bodies the way they are meant to be enjoyed.”

She swiped at a few tears but nodded, clinging to me with her insecurities still firmly rooted. 

I rushed a little with her undress, swiftly lifting her dress over her head, then unclasping her bra, in part because I thought it easier for her to just rip off the bandaid, and in part because I could wait no longer to see her body.

When it came to her panties, oh my. I peeled the black silk slowly down her legs and she balanced a hand in my head as she stepped out of them. I might have swept them past my nose before I dropped them atop her dress pooled beside her feet. 

My undress is of no consequence, but I did smile, watching her eyes widen, flitting about my nakedness. 

I took a step back to enjoy my first unobstructed view of her body. There’s no words to describe that moment except to say that she stole my breath. The real thing eclipsed my numerous imaginings of her naked body in every way.

Her form resembled the full-bodied women captured in the greatest paintings in history, and I stared in awe. “Ellie, you’re beautiful. So beautiful that I've saved a very special kiss — just for you.”

I backed up toward the bed, pulling her with me. “Do you trust me?”

She simply nodded. 

That wasn’t good enough. “I need you to say the words.” 

“I—,” she started barely above a whisper, then continued with greater strength of vocal chords, “I trust you.” 

“I want you to sit your gorgeous derrière on my face, sweetheart.” 

Her eyes shot wide, and her lovely mouth immediately gaped in panic. “No! I’ll smother you!”

I didn’t hesitate to say, “Then, I’ll die a happy man,” which brought a smile to her pretty face. 

“What I ask of you puts you in the most intimate position. You’ll feel how attractive I find you. You’ll see you can be in a vulnerable position with me, and I’ll only bring you joy. I want you to feel sexy, and then you’ll open up and enjoy making love with me.” 

“I want that too. I do,” came from her delicious lips. 

I climbed onto the bed, laid back, adjusted myself to a comfortable position, then reached for her. She hesitated, so I tugged on her hand. Although obviously reluctant, she situated herself with her knees together by my side. 

“Straddle me, sweetie.”

She lifted a leg over me and stayed raised, her pussy inches back from my chin, and I caught my first glimpse of her. Varying shades of pink lay nestled between her creamy thighs, and I longed to devour her immediately but achingly managed restraint. Instead, my fingers ruffled through a lovely little draping of dark curls covering her mound. 

“Look over your shoulder.” My cock was blood-filled and standing at attention. “See what you do to me, sweetheart? A man cannot fake a hard-on.”

She peeked, and when she faced forward again, she bit her lower lip and smiled.

“Now, closer.”

I didn’t help her with my hands, wanting her to do it herself. Her arousing, plump breasts rose and fell with her anxious breaths. Almost there, sweetheart. Her knees grazed the side of my face now, and her pussy hovered within my tongue’s reach. 

Her eyes flitted around before settling on mine; only then did my hands reach up to lower her hips until her most intimate flesh connected with my face. 

Her clit butted up against my nose as her nether lips brushed against mine. Sliding my hands down to stroke her thighs, I inhaled through my nose and slowly exhaled warm breath on her pussy. Over and over, I did this until the muscles in her thighs relaxed. 

First lick. 

Had I not been gripping her hips, she'd have jumped off the bed. I licked her slick lips again… and again. Her electric response made it difficult to hold her in place, and I wondered if a man had ever eaten her pussy before. Her breasts blocked my view of her face, but her moans told me she was enjoying my efforts thus far.

On my journey to become intimately acquainted with Ellie’s lady bits, I coaxed her open with my pursuing tongue, tasting the tang inside her pussy for the first time. I knew my tongue was privileged. She was rhapsodically delicious, paired with her intoxicating scent. I deeply inhaled, pleasing my nostrils with her aroma. 

Farther, my tongue delved, licking the evidence of her arousal. Ellie squirmed, and I doubled my efforts, tightening my grip on her hips to impede her movements. 

“Don’t stop,” a raspy voice pleaded. 

Two simple words yet they conveyed such depth of emotion when one's face was buried between a woman’s legs. I have no intention of stopping, sweet Ellie.

Unable to keep my hands off her cushiony ass any longer, I released her hips and moved my hands to her bottom. So soft. I caressed her flesh, leaving no part of the creamy landscape unexplored. While continuing to tongue-fuck her pussy, I spread her cheeks, tickling the enticing groove with my fingertips.

“Whooo!” squealed the voice from above. 

Oh, I think she liked that. Her heat and the increasing flow of her sweet honey confirmed my thoughts. Her movements, now becoming erratic as her body succumbed to my touch, pressed her soft sex to my lips, and her sensual, feminine scent lit a fire inside me; one I knew would never truly burn out.

I think she knew what she was doing to me and how much I loved her willingness to place her trust in me. Is there any more special pleasure for a man than when a woman makes herself so vulnerable to him? I’d never dare abuse such a trust. 

Her shapely thighs and calves quivered alongside me, and I envisioned her toes curling. I’d kept her on the edge long enough. It was time to push her over.

After withdrawing my tongue, I pressed up on her hips so I could gaze upon the wondrous site hovering over my face. Oh, was that a moan of protest from above? Indeed, parts of her had turned purple from arousal. Her clit puffed, summoning me, so I lowered her back onto my face and ruined her clit, spoiling it with frenzied sucking and licking. 

The bucking mare known as Ellie rode my face hard, wildly grinding against me with sounds so erotic exiting her mouth that I thought my cock would explode. She stilled for a moment before she released a low, guttural moan and showered my face with her release. I held her and peppered her burning, sensitive flesh with soft kisses until she finally quieted. 

She rolled herself off me, and I first glimpsed post-orgasmic Ellie. Could there be a more beautiful sight? Her cheekbones and breasts flushed pink, and light danced off her eyes like the finest porcelain doll. 

Immediately, I drew her into my arms, whispering words of appreciation and adoration in her ear. She didn’t hesitate to squish her buxom body against me. I melted inside when my Ellie looked into my eyes and whispered, “Thank you.” 

Sometime later, when I returned from the kitchen with some wine, I walked in on her standing in front of the mirror. She was twisting and turning, checking out her voluptuous curves from every angle… and smiling.