If and Only If: A Journal of Body Image and Eating Disorders Winter 2015 | Page 91

staring at the clock above the stove.

“Jake”, she placed a hand on his chest and his thrusting ceased. “I need more.” He raised a brow. “I need you deeper.”

“Well that doesn’t happen standing up.”

Grins began to spread simultaneously across their faces.

She lowered her leg and pulled him into a kiss. He smacked her rump hard and they scurried, all the while giggling, into their bedroom.

He pushed her backwards onto the mattress making the bed shake. She watched him undressed and realized the lanky man in front of her had no six pack abs, but she had never even thought about it. His smooth skin and flat stomach had always turned her on. How could he have any insecurities about his beautiful body?

As he straddled her she realized, she liked, no loved, being on the bottom. She arched her back as the fireworks began and remembered the label they had given themselves. She was the pudding and he was the whipped cream.