Oh, Cherry Ripe

It had taken everything she had not to run, because she was sure if she didn’t run she would turn, dive into his embrace, and beg him to rip off her clothes and take her right there, right then. She surprised herself and maintained her composure as she left the room and the man of her dreams at her back.

However, she had not locked her bedroom door, and she did not lie to herself. She wanted him to come for her.

And he did.

It was dark in her bedroom with only a dim light from the crescent moon glowing at her small window. He didn’t speak as he stepped towards her bed and bent to hold her face and place a gentle kiss on her lips. Then all at once he was scooping her up cradle-like into his arms.

“What?” she whispered. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to my bed, where you belong.”

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Was it possible—her mind wondered as he pulled off her nightdress and his fingers burned her while they made a path over her body—was it possible for a woman to lose herself in a man?

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She had never wanted to lose herself to a man, not so completely that she wouldn’t know where she began and ended. Yet here she was, not giving a fig for anything but his touch, his kiss … and that huge thing pressed up against her side as his hands made their hungry path over her breasts. He bent his head and began to suckle at her nipples hard with arousal, and she groaned with pleasure. He said her name … Sarah. Her mind bucked, and she wanted to tell him, No! Not Sarah, but then his lips were on hers and thought was gone.

He took her into a cloud of fantasy where his touch ruled and elicited the erotic sensations that stripped her of everything she had once been. Gone was the girl as the woman entered and took control.

“Beauty … ah … beauty,” he whispered at her ear as he kissed her throat and made a line down her body, spread her thighs and raised her rump with his hands, and then …

His tongue lapped at her hot wetness and nibbled there until she was pushing into him and moving in a way she had never known possible. Talk with friends was one thing; this … this was …

He was driving her mad with desire as he pushed in his finger and worked her until she wanted to scream, More … please, more … and then finally she uttered his name. Even to herself she sounded desperate. “Sky … oh …”

“Yes, love … tell me what you want, what you need—do you need more …?” His voice was a soft, joyous sound as he held his huge rod, and she watched him stroke it and then lay it first on her belly.

He moved it up towards her breasts, dripping a path on its journey. He held her breasts together as he bent his head to take her mouth with his, softly whispering as he nibbled at her lips, “Do you want me—all of me?” He placed his dick at her mouth, and she had no idea what exactly she was supposed to do.

But then he told her, “Brush your tongue over it, that’s right, oh yes, like that, sweetheart,” and as she discovered a primal need to do just as he said, he moaned and encouraged her, saying, “Oh my beauty, yes…”

Instinct, desire, hunger made her lick it with a passion she had never known she could feel, and then he gently worked it into her mouth and said, “Suck it, sweet girl … yes … oh love … yes …”

Even as she did what he asked and lost herself to the act, he took it from her mouth and rubbed it on her breasts. “I want you … as I have never wanted any other woman … you are driving me wild,” he whispered hungrily. Then he pulled her over him so that she lay on top, and he rubbed her nipples with his gentle, magical fingers until she thought she would die if he didn’t do more … and more …

And then wildly he had her on her back once again, as he positioned himself, groaning with uncontrolled pleasure as he rammed into her hard and then suddenly stopped in mid-movement.

“Damnation to hell!” he murmured incredulously.

She was stunned into immobility. Why had he stopped? It had hurt … yes, all the pleasure had suspended itself in that awful moment, but … the hurt was gone …

“Why didn’t you tell me? My sweet little one—I … I would not have hurt you for all the world!”

“Did you not think I had never done this before?” She smiled and touched his cheek. “Hmmm, then I must be a natural …”

He chuckled and touched her lips. His cock was still throbbing inside her, and she wiggled as she told him, “Don’t stop now, Sky. The deed is done—might as well complete the mission.”

“But you have never … and I feel the cad …”

“As well you should … now take me, my lord.” She put her finger to his lips to hush any further discussion and pushed against him. “Sky,” she said softly, and he groaned as he pushed further inside her.

She had no idea what she was supposed to do as she moved beneath him to his exquisite dance. She only knew what she wanted to do and ran with it. She met his thrusts with thrusts of her own and discovered herself a wanton woman full of heat and desire.

He held her tightly and kissed her with everything he had as he moved inside her, and she heard him moan with delight when she arched her back and gave over to a complete climax that left her shuddering with pleasure.

“Yes, little one … now move for me … yes, like that … oh squeeze my cock with that beautiful honey box … ah … yes, you got it … oh beauty, you beauty you …” His voice was hoarse with ecstasy as he allowed himself to go off. Then he held her tightly, rolled over with her in his arms, and with his cock still hard and ready for more inside her said, “Ride me, sweetings … ride me now.”