Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex.
Word Count: 6,149
A lamp on the bedside table cast a gentle glow into the middle of the room but left the corners in shadow. Dena hesitantly followed Evan in and stopped when he dropped her hand from the reassuring clasp of his. As she remained uncertainly in the middle of the room, Evan sat on the edge of the bed. She started to cross over to him, but he held up his hand. "Wait." Startled by his request, she shuffled backwards. Her forehead crinkled, and her eyebrows rose questioningly as she looked at him.
"Strip for me."
The expression on her face only deepened as his words registered in her mind. Surely he can't be serious? Strip for him? in the lights? "I... I can't."
"I want to see you, to watch as your beautiful curves are slowly revealed."
"Beautiful? Me? ... but... I'm fat."
"Yes you, beautiful. Being larger doesn't mean that you are fat, and it definitely doesn't mean that you aren't beautiful. Strip for me, Dena."
Dena's eyes widened in wonder as his words sunk into her very core. He thinks I'm beautiful? Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse from the bottom up, her fingers shaking as they pushed each button through the hole that restrained it. When she reached the last button, she hesitated, afraid he would no longer think her beautiful when the shirt dropped to the floor, revealing part of her chubby stomach.
"Go ahead." His encouraging voice floated softly towards her, eagerness coating each word.
With a deep breath, she opened the shirt and dropped her arms, letting the soft material slide down her skin and fall in a heap on the floor. Still fearing she would see disgust on his face when she managed to lift her head and meet his gaze, she kept her head bowed and hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her shorts. With a quick tug, the shorts fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them and nudged them backwards with her foot until they lay with her shirt.
Unconsciously, she crossed her arms over her chest, shifting slightly on her feet as she hesitantly looked up. The heat of his gaze hit her so forcefully, she felt as though her body were being pushed. Instead of disgust, his face shone with hunger... and desire. Bolstered by his expression, she slipped the black bra straps off her shoulders before unhooking the clasp that held the material together between her ample breasts. Released from the constraints of the lacey material, her breasts bounced slightly before settling against her chest. Dena heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up to see Evan leaning forward on the bed as if trying to get a closer view. All that was left to take off were her panties, and Dena shed them almost exactly as she had her shorts. A quick tug and the lacy black briefs joined the rest of her clothing on top of the shaggy brown carpet.
Once again, as of their own accord, her arms crossed in front of her, covering her breasts as though she was ashamed of their size. The creaking of springs caught her attention, and she looked up and saw Evan coming towards her. Reaching out, he grabbed her arms in his strong hands and slowly pulled them away from her breasts. Gently, he caressed her face before leaning in and placing a tender kiss upon her lips.
"Don't ever be ashamed of how you look. You are sexy and beautiful. Any man would be damned lucky to have you. I know I am."