Fate's Path

This is an excerpt from a novel I am writing...which is not an erotic novel. Just this scene. So if there are any open plot holes or references, it is because this is from the middle of the book....it makes sense when all is together.

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Laz sat on the bench across from Sol's house. Figures. She thought. Just when she worked up enough courage to knock on his door, he wasn't home. Probably out looking for a woman who wasn't so fat or chicken. Her heart ached at the thought of him with another woman. She covered her face with her hands. What was she going to do? If she didn't grow some courage, she was going to loose him, and she didn't want to loose him.

"Mind if I sit here?" Laz's head shot up at the sound of Sol's voice. He sat down and put his arm over her shoulders. "What are you doing out here?"

"Waiting for you to get home."

"I stopped by your place."

"Yeah, well..." she laughed nervously.

"Your friends locked you out until you talked to me about your feelings." He chuckled at her blush. "Don't worry, Laz." He said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"It's not that I don't want to," Laz said, pressing her cheek into Sol's warm palm. "I just don't know what to say."

"Actions speak louder than words, dear." Sol said, kissing her. She kissed him back with attempted nonchalance. The butterflies fluttering around her stomach belied the casualness. "That shows me how you feel." He said as he pulled away, kissing her neck. "I can tell you're scared to death every time I kiss you, yet you kiss me back." He kissed to the other side of her neck. "I love how you try to seem so calm about it all, but I know you're all nervous and shaky on the inside."

"You can tell?"

"Yup, and I like it." He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "That tells me that even though you're unsure of yourself, you are sure about me."

"I know you like me, as hard as it is to believe."

"Baby, I don't like you, I love you." He kissed her fiercely.

"You do?" she asked, her voice squeakier than she wanted.

"Look at me Laz," he said, framing her face. "I've loved you since the moment I saw you. I didn't want to, but I'm not going to fight it anymore. You've invaded my thoughts, my dreams, and my life. And I wouldn't want it any other way. I love you so much, Laz." He kissed her again, holding her tightly. "Tell me you feel the same."

"I...I.." Laz stammered as her throat tightened. Sol pulled back, looking into her eyes.

"Tell me you love me, baby." He kissed her quickly. "Please tell me you feel the same as I do." Laz felt tears fall down her cheeks and she couldn't speak. Sol loved her. No one had ever said they loved her before. Answer him you dope! She told herself. She opened her mouth to speak but only a squeak emerged. "Don't break my heart. Please say you love me." Laz leaned forward and kissed him softly, running her hands over his chest.

"You know I do." She whispered through her tears. "I never thought I'd ever find someone like you, Sol." She buried her face in his neck. "You're too good for me."

"Hush." Sol said standing and offering her his hand. "I never want to hear you say that again. You deserve to have a good man." He led her across the street and to his home. As he locked the door he felt her hug him from behind.

"You really love me?" she asked timidly. He turned around and held her chin in his hand.

"Laz," he said, looking directly into her eyes. "Do I look like the type who says that to just anybody?" she shook her head. "You are the first person I've ever said that too. I do truly love you, Laz. With all my heart." He kissed her, wrapping her in his embrace. He closed his eyes as their tongues met, loving the feel of her. He hadn't intended on telling her he loved her. Hell, he didn't even realize he did till he saw her on the bench. He pushed a hand through her hair as he rubbed her back. He tilted his head to one side, deepening the kiss. Laz held on to his hips tightly, joy soaring through her. He loved her. And she loved him. She felt his arousal against her stomach and pushed forward. Sol pulled away from the kiss inhaling deeply. "Damn baby." He ran his hands over her bottom, pushing against her. "You get me so excited." He pushed against her a few times, squeezing her curves. "Are you going to run away from me this time?" he asked, looking into her glazed eyes. She shook her head. "I wouldn't let you anyways." He said, kissing her. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to." He said in her ear as he nibbled the lobe. "Just say the word and we'll stop."

"I don't want you to stop." Laz mumbled. She ran her hands under his shirt and rubbed his hair-roughened chest. She closed her eyes as he pushed against her again, loving the feel of his hardness. "I..."

"I know you're scared, honey." Sol said. "But you needn't fear me."

"It's not you I'm scared of." She said, stepping back. He let her go reluctantly.

"Then what?"

"Well..." she sighed and turned away. It was easier when she didn't look at him. "In order to do what you want to do, I have to take off my clothes."

"As do I." Sol stepped up behind her and slid his hands over her shoulders. "So?"

"So...." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. This was so embarrassing. "I don't have a good body." She blurted.

"And?"

"And I don't think you'll like it..."

"Laz, baby." Sol said turning her around. "I love you for who you are. So what if you have a few extra curves."

"Have you ever been with a big woman before?"

"No,"

"That's what I thought." She looked down, then to the side when she saw his arousal poking his jeans. "You've only been with the skinny model types, huh?"

"Yes. But I don't care for that type anymore."

"Since when?"

"Since the first time I had your soft curves in my arms." He guided her face to his. "Laz, don't worry. I want you, no matter what your body looks like." He stepped back, walking to his room. "We don't have to do anything till you're ready. But I need to get away from you and compose myself for a minute. I'm going to take a cold shower. I'll be right back." He disappeared through the door. Laz wanted to follow him, but her nerves wouldn't let her. She felt the butterflies tearing at her stomach as she took a step. Now or never honey. She told herself, walking to the room. She walked through the doorway and gasped. Sol stood in profile to her, pulling his shirt over his head. She looked at the defined muscles under his smooth tanned skin and the still apparent bulge in his jeans. He looked at her as he lowered his arms. "You're not helping." He said quietly.

Laz walked in slowly, wringing her hands together. "Why are you so turned on by me?"

"Now what kind of question is that?" sol said hands on his hips. "You are the woman I am madly in love with. You are beautiful, sexy and sweet. All I have to do is imagine the feel of your soft hips under my hands and all my blood goes south." He crossed his arms. "You just can't see it because you think you are so ugly and fat. Which," he quickly added as her face fell, "is not true." He sighed, looking at the ceiling. "What can I do to convince you?"

Again, her nerves felt like they were destroying her belly, but she ignored them. She pulled her shirt over her head quickly, trying to be somewhat suave. She failed, getting tangled in the sleeves and neck, unable to pull the shirt off. "Well, poo." She said through her shirt. "So much for sexy." Sol laughed a booming laugh and walked over to help. "That's why I don't think I'm sexy." She said, crossing her arms over her bra. "Every time I try something I end up looking like a clown."

"Just part of your charm, love." Sol said, gently pulling her arms down. He slid his hands around her sides to her back and stood looking down at her. "You are so beautiful. I wish you could see yourself the way I do." He slowly unfastened her bra. "May I" he asked before pulling it off. She nodded, keeping his gaze. He slowly pulled her arms from the straps, the tossed the bra to the floor. "Mmm," he said, cupping her bare breast. "You feel so good." He kissed her neck, cupping the other breast and playing with her nipples. Laz was in heaven. His warm breath on her neck felt so tingly added to the sparks he was sending through her with his fingers. He kissed lower, lightly biting the curve of her chest. She gasped, grabbing his head as his lips closed over one nipple. She let her head fall back, moaning as he suckled first one, then the other. The room was silent save for the soft sucking sounds emanating from Sol for a while. Sol could feel his blood pumping harder with every soft moan and gasp from Laz. He had never been this turned on before. He prayed she'd let him go all the way, because it would hurt too much to stop. He finally kissed back up to her mouth and slid his tongue past her lips. He moaned at the contact of their bare chests, feeling her hard, wet nipples tease his chest hair. He slowly guided her to the bed, where he slid his hands to her waistband.

"May I?" he asked shakily. She quietly nodded her head. Sol suckled her breast again as he undid her pants and pushed them over her curves. He snagged her panties on the way and she steadied herself on his shoulders as she stepped out of them. She stood, shaking with desire and nerves, before him, wanting to cover herself as he looked her up and down. When his gaze came back to hers, the desire was unmistakable. His eyes were a dark, smokey gray and his pupils so dilated. She could see the want in his eyes. He gently guided her to the bed and laid her back, leaning over her. "You are so fucking beautiful, Laz." He kissed her passionately. "So beautiful." He kissed down her neck to her chest. He cupped one as he lightly nibbled on her nipple. She raised her arms over her head and arched her back. The desire in her belly drove her crazy. "Your skin is so soft." He kissed her tummy, "So sweet." He ran his hands over her thighs and gently pressed them to open. "Open for me baby. I want to see you."

She slowly spread her legs, feeling the heat of his body as he knelt in between them. "You're so wet..." he dipped his head and licked her wetness. Her hips lifted off the bed in surprise as new sensations went through her. "So tasty." He dipped his head and the tensions in her belly tightened. She writhed and moaned on the bed, wanting him to stop, fearing he would. She started to feel the pressure and felt she was going to fall apart.

"Let it go, Baby." He said, sucking her peaked button. "Let it go." She tensed, holding her breath. Suddenly the room around her shattered. Sweet sensations pulsed through her entire body, sending sparks of pleasure over her skin. She cried out, lifting her legs and pushing against Sol's mouth. She moaned as wave after wave hit her, bringing tears to her eyes. She felt Sol lick her one last time as he rose above her. She looked at him through watery eyes and smiled. He wiped a hand over his mouth and leaned over her. He kissed her tears away, and then kissed her lips. She could taste herself on him but didn't care. She could feel him probing and slid a hand down to help him. "Damn Baby." He growled, "You got me so turned on I don't think I'll last long."

"I don't care." She said, lifting her hips as she felt the tip at her opening. He growled as he pushed into her all the way to the hilt. Laz tensed as pain shot through her, letting out a little shriek. Sol stopped and gritted his teeth, holding himself still. He buried his face in her neck, his breath coming out in gasps. She was so hot and wet, he wanted to move fast. Laz slowly rotated her hips against him and he groaned. "You feel so good." She whispered into his ear. That tore his control and he pulled back, only to push in again. He felt his control dissipate as he tried to move slowly. With a roar he thrust faster and harder, unable to stop. Laz felt the tension build again, quicker and gripped his shoulders as he pounded into her. She called out, digging her nails into Sol's shoulders as the pleasure took her. She heard him let out a long groan and felt him tense, and then he filled her with his warmth and collapsed over her.

"Damn," Sol said a while later. "Damn."

"Is that a good damn, or a bad damn?" Laz asked, running a hand over his cheek.

"That was...amazing." He kissed her passionately. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked softly.

"What? That I'm—was a virgin?"

"Yeah." He kissed her cheek, rolling to the side and pulling her into his arms.

"I was afraid you wouldn't want me."

"Nothing could make me not want you, love." He said. "I wish you would have told me. I wouldn't have been so...rough."

"It's okay." She snuggled into his embrace. "It felt wonderful." They lay in silence for a moment. "Why do you love me?"

"Because you a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman." He said, moving so he could look into her eyes. "I have a feeling neither of us had a choice in this matter. We were meant to be. And I'm glad of it." He kissed her, wiping away her tears. "Do you feel the same?"

"I do love you, Sol." Laz said, "And I've had this odd feeling that I've loved you longer than I've known you. I just didn't want to say anything and embarrass myself."

"Same here." Sol said, "But I decided not to fight fate and just go with it. There is a reason we kept meeting as we did."

"I'm glad you decided to go with it." Laz said. "And I'm very glad Fate was finally nice to me and gave me you." She kissed his neck. "I'm so happy I didn't run this time."

"Me too." Sol chuckled, "You wanted to, though, didn't you."

"Mm-hmm." She slowly ran her hand down his stomach. "So, are you up for round two?"