Cherry Girl (Neil & Elaina 1)

I’d hold the memory of this beautiful time together with her, keeping it safe inside me where I could revisit whenever I needed to so I could make it through the next ten months of being apart.

And that time was coming far, far too soon.

11

The enormous bathtub had a view to rival the best scenic vistas on any travel documentary, but I wasn’t looking or caring about it. No, my attention was elsewhere. And my view was much more spectacular.

Elaina naked was breathtaking. Elaina, naked and wet in the bath with me, even more so. Elaina, naked, wet and sucking on my cock, was probably going to render me blind in the next minute or two. If I wasn’t dead by then.

She worked me over good, drawing the length deep and pulling back with a little twist of her hand on each stroke. I held her long hair back from her face and let her take me to heaven.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…that’s it—I’m going off!”

I tried to pull away but she wouldn’t let go and the wet warmth of her mouth felt too good against the bare flesh of my cock. I couldn’t stop the force of the spunk that exploded from me, and worried about choking her, but I was too far gone to do much of anything about it. My state of control over myself had come and gone. I’d come hard.

She took it all down her throat while I shuddered and pulsed, feeling like I shouldn’t do that to her, but it felt too fuckin’ good to stop. I was a slave to her love and very happy to my lot in life.

“God, girl, you’re gonna kill me,” I panted through the after rush of my orgasm.

She released me from her lips and grinned like the devil, wiping the corner of her mouth with a finger.

I groaned from the sheer pornographic lust she instilled in me. In a very good way of course, but still… “Yeah, I’m dyin’ for sure.”

“Nope. No killing you off, Captain. No dying allowed, either.” Her hand still gripping ’round my cock, she stroked me slowly, still managing to keep me hard, which was not really an issue ever with her. I wanted Elaina all the time, and she was so generous with me; I just took and took some more. If she wanted me, I was ready to serve which was just another reason to be careful with the extra protection. With all the spunk going off from all the sex, it would just be a matter of time until I knocked her up. I couldn’t let that happen.

“I love you so much it scares me,” I whispered. “Come here, beautiful girl.” I pulled her up my body to lie on my chest, her breasts pressing against me, her cheek just below my shoulder. I trailed fingers through her hair and just held her. How in the hell was I going to survive ten months without her? I really couldn’t bear to think about it at that point.

This was one fact I did understand. Denial worked pretty well for me at times.

“I’ve loved you for so long a time it makes me afraid this is all a dream,” she said. “I’m so afraid of losing all of this with you, Neil.”

“No. You’re not losing me. I’m here right now, and when I’m gone away I’ll still be with you every day inside here,” I said, placing a hand over her heart, “until we’re together again, and I can have my hands on you.”

She snuggled closer and held me a little tighter.

“Do you believe me?” I asked carefully.

I felt her nod into my shoulder but she stayed quiet.

“What’s wrong? Just afraid?”

“Yeah.”

Something was on her mind I could tell.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you, Cherry, because I need to know.”

She traced her fingertip over one of my nipples, making a shiver roll through me, and sending my cock on the fast track to recovery.

“It’s nothing…I’m just selfish with you. I want you all to myself and I never want to share you with anybody.” She looked up at me. “I want it all. You need to know that I won’t share you, Neil. I can’t do it and I won’t.” Her voice was harder than usual and the meaning behind the tone worried me a little.

“What do you mean? Share me with…other girls?” I shook my head. “There’s nobody but you. Elaina? What is all this about?”

She shook her head again.

I gripped her a little tighter. “Tell me, darlin’, what has you worried about me?”

She swallowed and looked down. “Well, you’re—you are always so careful with us when we have sex. Always so careful about the condoms…and you don’t need to be that way. I’ve told you I’m on the pill and it bothers me that you—that you don’t want to be all the way close with me…like you’re afraid to make the commitment, or—or s-something with me.”