Cherry Girl
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“You’re going to hurt your back by hefting me around.”
“Not a chance of that happening, beautiful girl. You’re a feather. My arms love the feel of carrying you, so I think you’d better get used to it.”
My Cherry blushed for me, looking shy and mouth-watering just by being her sweet self. “Put your arms around my neck,” I said.
She complied with my request, her small hands sliding up around me to hold on firmly. It felt like heaven. I dropped a kiss on her while holding her up, somehow managing to get the door open and thankful for old fashioned doorknobs that weren’t locked from the outside. I didn’t want to let go of her mouth as I fumbled with doors and locks to get us situated inside, and finally into some privacy. I needed the connection. I felt a growing desperation to complete us, like, if I waited another day it would be too late to claim her as mine, that somehow she would be lost to me.
I reluctantly set her down on her feet, steadying her until she found her legs. She looked up at me with hooded eyes, and kicked off her shoes.
I pushed mine off as well.
She bit down on one side of her lip in a way that made me so hard, I let out a groan. “You’re so damn sexy when you do that.”
She didn’t respond except to start unbuttoning my shirt. Those perfect white teeth of hers biting down on her pink bottom lip, just about had me losing my business before we got started.
“I love sky blue. It’s my favorite colour, you know.” She finished the buttons and pushed my shirt off my shoulders the rest of the way. “It looks good on you, too.”
“I love the way you take my shirts off me, and I’ll be sure to wear this colour for you again.”
“Your turn,” she said, presenting her back to me.
I reached for the zipper on the back of her dress and took it down, sliding the silky straps off her arms. With nothing to hold it up, it dropped down to the floor the second I let go. She turned back around to face me in nothing but her knickers and bra. Sky-blue lace. Matching set.
Gods help me.
My eyes were still admiring, when I felt Elaina’s hands on my belt, and then the tug on the zip of my trousers. I kicked those bastards off so fast, that they flew across the room, the belt crashing into a table leg with a clank. Not much separating us then, just a few bits of cloth, and maybe a little temperance of being careful to do our first night right. The noise of my belt crashing notched up the passion a bit, and sort of gave the green light for everything we were about to do.
Worked just fine for me. I was desperate. I could go slow later and take my time making love to her all night. Oh, I would no doubt, but now…now I just needed to be as close as it was possible to be with her. I needed to feel Elaina naked—skin on skin with me, and that was pretty much it.
The two scraps of pale blue lace were all that she had on and even that was too damn much. I wanted my fantasy vision from earlier. My Cherry Girl completely naked in front of the window.
My mouth found its way to her skin, anything I could reach—her neck, her throat, her shoulder, her ear, her mouth—as long as I was touching her, kissing her, all was fine.
Getting her bra unhooked was a challenge because my bloody fingers didn’t want to cooperate, and I wasn’t willing to destroy such a pretty garment, but if it came down to a battle between that lacy bra and me, then hell if I was going to be the loser. I tugged again, still with little success, when she stilled my hand and took a step backward. “Let me.”
I watched as she reached her hands around behind her back, and worked some magnificent magic. The damn thing came unhooked.
Elaina stood and paused a moment before sliding down one strap off her shoulder and down her arm.
I swallowed.
Then she took down the strap on the other shoulder.
My heart skipped a beat or two.
Sky blue lace fell with a metallic click of the clasp hitting the wooden floor.
Oh f**kin’ hell, she’s more lovely than I ever imagined she could be.
Elaina was beautifully made no doubt, but then this was not news to me, either. I’d always known she’d be perfect. I guess what blew me away was just how amazing a thing it was for her to trust me enough, to offer herself to me, to want me. That and the fact I was the lucky bastard getting the offer, and the chance to see her like this.
“You take my breath away, beautiful girl.” I stepped forward and palmed the weight of one perfectly sized breast. She arched back with a soft cry when I touched her nipple with my fingers and tugged gently to make it pucker up.
“So do you,” she whispered.
I dipped my head down to the other nipple and did the same to it with my tongue instead of my fingers. I got drunk on the taste and feel of her gorgeous tits in my mouth and hands.
I was greedy with her, alternating between the two until I couldn’t wait to see my vision of her standing before the window another second.
No, I hadn’t forgotten. My desperate f**kin’ wish was going to happen or I’d die trying.
I dragged my mouth off one breast with a suctioned pull, her hands still buried in my hair, the angled arch of her body positioned to give me access, the sexy protest rolling out of her throat as I released her, all signals showing me she wanted this just as much as I did.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, tightening her grip to keep me close.
“I want to have you naked in front of the window,” I blurted.
She stilled, loosening her hold, letting her hands fall down to my shoulders. Her beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine and I knew she was going to do it.
Slowly dragging those magic hands of hers over my shoulders, she raked them across my chest, tracing around each of my ni**les with a finger before pulling away from me completely.
The cock-and-balls party in full force down below was now in violation of disturbing the peace, but I couldn’t do a thing about it.
Elaina’s hands came to rest on the only garment still covering her body. Those pale blue skimpy lace knickers. Just f**kin’ kill me already before I die an inhumane death.
She slipped her thumbs beneath lace at each hip.
That inhumane death I was worried about was going to happen regardless of my fears, and the meaning behind the expression ‘exquisite torture’ made absolute perfect f**kin’ sense to me too.
Just some simple life truths about Neil Emmett McManus. Accepted and understood.
My c**k was agonizingly hard in my shorts, as time slowed down to imperceptible increments of forward movement. I’d waited so long for this, and wanted her so desperately, it was all I could manage to hold myself back—to control the urge to pull her beneath me and bury myself inside her—until the raging ache to claim her got some relief. I wanted to. I needed to.
“Not a chance of that happening, beautiful girl. You’re a feather. My arms love the feel of carrying you, so I think you’d better get used to it.”
My Cherry blushed for me, looking shy and mouth-watering just by being her sweet self. “Put your arms around my neck,” I said.
She complied with my request, her small hands sliding up around me to hold on firmly. It felt like heaven. I dropped a kiss on her while holding her up, somehow managing to get the door open and thankful for old fashioned doorknobs that weren’t locked from the outside. I didn’t want to let go of her mouth as I fumbled with doors and locks to get us situated inside, and finally into some privacy. I needed the connection. I felt a growing desperation to complete us, like, if I waited another day it would be too late to claim her as mine, that somehow she would be lost to me.
I reluctantly set her down on her feet, steadying her until she found her legs. She looked up at me with hooded eyes, and kicked off her shoes.
I pushed mine off as well.
She bit down on one side of her lip in a way that made me so hard, I let out a groan. “You’re so damn sexy when you do that.”
She didn’t respond except to start unbuttoning my shirt. Those perfect white teeth of hers biting down on her pink bottom lip, just about had me losing my business before we got started.
“I love sky blue. It’s my favorite colour, you know.” She finished the buttons and pushed my shirt off my shoulders the rest of the way. “It looks good on you, too.”
“I love the way you take my shirts off me, and I’ll be sure to wear this colour for you again.”
“Your turn,” she said, presenting her back to me.
I reached for the zipper on the back of her dress and took it down, sliding the silky straps off her arms. With nothing to hold it up, it dropped down to the floor the second I let go. She turned back around to face me in nothing but her knickers and bra. Sky-blue lace. Matching set.
Gods help me.
My eyes were still admiring, when I felt Elaina’s hands on my belt, and then the tug on the zip of my trousers. I kicked those bastards off so fast, that they flew across the room, the belt crashing into a table leg with a clank. Not much separating us then, just a few bits of cloth, and maybe a little temperance of being careful to do our first night right. The noise of my belt crashing notched up the passion a bit, and sort of gave the green light for everything we were about to do.
Worked just fine for me. I was desperate. I could go slow later and take my time making love to her all night. Oh, I would no doubt, but now…now I just needed to be as close as it was possible to be with her. I needed to feel Elaina naked—skin on skin with me, and that was pretty much it.
The two scraps of pale blue lace were all that she had on and even that was too damn much. I wanted my fantasy vision from earlier. My Cherry Girl completely naked in front of the window.
My mouth found its way to her skin, anything I could reach—her neck, her throat, her shoulder, her ear, her mouth—as long as I was touching her, kissing her, all was fine.
Getting her bra unhooked was a challenge because my bloody fingers didn’t want to cooperate, and I wasn’t willing to destroy such a pretty garment, but if it came down to a battle between that lacy bra and me, then hell if I was going to be the loser. I tugged again, still with little success, when she stilled my hand and took a step backward. “Let me.”
I watched as she reached her hands around behind her back, and worked some magnificent magic. The damn thing came unhooked.
Elaina stood and paused a moment before sliding down one strap off her shoulder and down her arm.
I swallowed.
Then she took down the strap on the other shoulder.
My heart skipped a beat or two.
Sky blue lace fell with a metallic click of the clasp hitting the wooden floor.
Oh f**kin’ hell, she’s more lovely than I ever imagined she could be.
Elaina was beautifully made no doubt, but then this was not news to me, either. I’d always known she’d be perfect. I guess what blew me away was just how amazing a thing it was for her to trust me enough, to offer herself to me, to want me. That and the fact I was the lucky bastard getting the offer, and the chance to see her like this.
“You take my breath away, beautiful girl.” I stepped forward and palmed the weight of one perfectly sized breast. She arched back with a soft cry when I touched her nipple with my fingers and tugged gently to make it pucker up.
“So do you,” she whispered.
I dipped my head down to the other nipple and did the same to it with my tongue instead of my fingers. I got drunk on the taste and feel of her gorgeous tits in my mouth and hands.
I was greedy with her, alternating between the two until I couldn’t wait to see my vision of her standing before the window another second.
No, I hadn’t forgotten. My desperate f**kin’ wish was going to happen or I’d die trying.
I dragged my mouth off one breast with a suctioned pull, her hands still buried in my hair, the angled arch of her body positioned to give me access, the sexy protest rolling out of her throat as I released her, all signals showing me she wanted this just as much as I did.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, tightening her grip to keep me close.
“I want to have you naked in front of the window,” I blurted.
She stilled, loosening her hold, letting her hands fall down to my shoulders. Her beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine and I knew she was going to do it.
Slowly dragging those magic hands of hers over my shoulders, she raked them across my chest, tracing around each of my ni**les with a finger before pulling away from me completely.
The cock-and-balls party in full force down below was now in violation of disturbing the peace, but I couldn’t do a thing about it.
Elaina’s hands came to rest on the only garment still covering her body. Those pale blue skimpy lace knickers. Just f**kin’ kill me already before I die an inhumane death.
She slipped her thumbs beneath lace at each hip.
That inhumane death I was worried about was going to happen regardless of my fears, and the meaning behind the expression ‘exquisite torture’ made absolute perfect f**kin’ sense to me too.
Just some simple life truths about Neil Emmett McManus. Accepted and understood.
My c**k was agonizingly hard in my shorts, as time slowed down to imperceptible increments of forward movement. I’d waited so long for this, and wanted her so desperately, it was all I could manage to hold myself back—to control the urge to pull her beneath me and bury myself inside her—until the raging ache to claim her got some relief. I wanted to. I needed to.
