I have a confession to make. Feels like I’m doing a lot of these lately, but this time, I want to do it for a reason I believe to be… liberating. First off, for as long as I’ve known myself, this is the happiest I’ve felt, and no, I don’t mean the giddy, excited sort of happiness that children get when they’re going to the carnival or about to open Christmas presents.
I mean, genuine contentment that fills your heart when you wake up in the morning, knowing whatever happens, I am okay… and I owe it all to Eva.
After that entire altercation with Asha and Bonzai, the week progressed somewhat weirdly, and by that I mean it was both slow and fast at the same time. Each moment with Eva vanished like the wind, while moments away from her seemed to drag on forever. I’m not complaining because the moments I spent with Eva were the ones I ended up remembering more.
I’ll also add that Eva and I have been holding back for a while, trying to make sure all the drama blows away… and also because it’s easy to get derailed when having sex during the week(Don’t assume I’m the logical type. It was torture).
Fortunately, the week had come to an end, and we could finally relax. The finals for that semester were still a few weeks away, and with how many evening sessions we’d put in at the library after school, we could say we earned ourselves some time to relax.
I was carrying groceries while Eva…
Eva was strolling into the damn apartment with nothing but her handbag. If it wasn’t for her massive proportions, she’d be skipping like a child, and that didn’t stop her from trying, “Follow me, love! I’ll show you where to put all the stuff.”
I’ve seen things like this on social media where women make their guys carry everything to the point that they look more stuff than the man, but I never thought it would happen to me or that I wouldn’t mind it.
I personally think that if it wasn’t for the fact that Eva looked annoyingly cute and beautiful in her childish ways, I would have cursed social media for popularising boyfriends carrying around all the stuff.
I kicked the door closed and followed her inside, placing all the stuff on the counter and then starting to take them out with my hands on autopilot. For a long moment, I was tongue-tied, just staring at Eva. She’d worn something form-fitting again, and I was not getting enough just looking at her. I wanted more, and I was aware that she knew this.
“Eyes up here, love,” she called out to me, “Must I cover up more for you to listen to me?”
“Huh…” I blinked, “You won the Nobel Prize? Wow… How did you do that in the time I spent looking at your boobs? So talented!”
Eva laughed, then inched closer so she was looking me right in the eye, yet still not touching me, “You stare so much…”
“I can stop if you want…”
She shook her head, “No… I like it when you stare… especially when you make it so obvious that people give you weird looks.”
“The waitress did that, didn’t she?” I sighed, remembering the rather irritating woman we’d had for a waitress that evening.
“Oh, that was perfect to watch! Thank you,” Eva answered, “Before noticing how much you kept looking at me, she’d been trying to get your number. But I guess you wouldn’t...”
Eva's words faded to the background as the last strands of my restraints crumbled. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into a much-awaited hug. Half my brain melted as it catalogued a myriad of sensations. From the impossible softness of her breasts to the breathtaking curve of her waist. I think this is where scientists say dopamine gets released whenever you touch someone you love and shit… because…
‘Damn, she feels so good to touch. I can hug this girl forever and still not have enough,’ I thought to myself.
Let’s not forget the fact that this whole time she’d been trying to see how long I could hold a conversation with her in private without undressing her breasts and sucking the living fuck out of them.
Memories came back in flashes. She’d been pressing her breasts into my arms and chest all evening, and hadn’t hesitated to do so even now that we were together. If anything, Eva was pressing them into me even more right now. They’d grown a bit bigger, too, entering irresistible territory, and she hadn't exactly been subtle with her outfit today, showing off way more cleavage than necessary. My patience had run out.
I pulled away to get to work, only for her hands to wrap around my head and pull me into a rather hungry kiss. Her tongue tore through my defences instantly as she pushed me against the wall, her arousal clear as day.
My hands ventured around her, and she arched into me, purposefully letting me touch exactly what she knew turned me on most. The skirt she’d chosen that evening had not been her usual frilly skirts that tried to hide how much ass she had.
Instead, it had been something of a carrot being dangled in my face all evening. “You took… mmm… a suspicious amount of bathroom… breaks at the restaurant.”
I trailed my kisses down her neck and pulled her midsection into my growing member just to let her know what she was doing to me. My dick had continued to grow more lately, clearly following her desire to have it grow big enough to bring her close to breaking during sex.
My tongue slid over the massive swell of her breasts. I felt her hand fist the hair at the back of my head and pull me into her breasts even more, like she was barely holding on to control herself.
“They had good hand soap,” she answered in deep breaths, “...and I was hoping you’d rip your pants to shreds from staring at my ass.”
A chuckle escaped my lips as I came back up to look her in the eye. Rage flashed through her eyes, “You stopped?”
“We should prepare dinner first.”
“We just ate…” she argued.
“And bought groceries to prepare a more hearty meal,” I answered.
“We’ll do that later! Damn it!” she squealed, “Why are you bringing this up now of all times?”
“I mean, it’s the responsible thing to…”
Eva covered my mouth and stared into my eyes. With a gaze that never once left mine, she pulled the straps of her shirt away and let it drop so her breasts were just barely protected by a very flimsy, sexy bra.
“Your job right now is to fuck me.”
“Damn!”
“Damn right!” she answered, and went on to pull me into another kiss, “I don’t care how much bigger you’d like my boobs to get. Just… get the job done.”
Author's Note: This couple is awesome... he says while grinding his teeth... Just utterly beautiful... continues sobbing
Bonus images in illustrated version