Cherry Crush

by Burke, Stephanie

And like any man, the feel of her soft warm body went straight to his cock.

  He had only pushed a little when she looked into his eyes, just enough to help clear out the self-doubt and panic caused by her fear. But when she opened herself to him, the things he saw, he felt….

  His Laney, his fierce little kitten, was in love with him.

  The knowledge of that love, something that he wasn’t even sure that she was aware of, touched his inner core so deep it stole his breath, and for a moment, he basked in the awareness of that love.

  When you couple that with the desire she felt for him…. Ah, his libido was flying out of control.

  Now was not the time to act, he knew. His Laney, snuggled in his arms, needed more than the amorous attentions of a lovesick male. She needed kind words, comfort, and understanding.

  So, with those thoughts foremost in his mind, he released her long enough to turn off the water, then swooped down and lifted her in his arms, his knight to her damsel in distress.

  “Chan!” she cried and reached for him with both arms, burrowing herself deeply against his body, hopefully seeking safety and security until she could stand on her own once more.

  Chan was stunned that she would offer up her trust in this way, so quickly after being attacked by those unworthy men. Because, above all other things he was to her - mind, friend, companion, protector - Chan was and would always be a man. It was a fact that couldn’t be escaped. And that his Laney would turn to him, even with the small mental push he gave her…Chan was humbled.

  “I can still feel their hands on me!” she sobbed into his now wet chest, rubbing her face onto the damp silk of his shirt.

  “Shh, Laney-kitten,” he murmured, burying his face in her wet hair. “I have you now. No one will ever hurt you again.”

  “I feel so dirty,” she wept, trying to lose herself in the safety of his embrace. “Help me.”

  “How?” he asked.

  “I can’t wash them away. Please get them off of me!” She began to cry in earnest.

  Chan eased them both back down to the tiled floor and retrieved the washcloth and soap. Gently he soaped her back.

  “They can’t hurt you anymore Laney-kitten,” Chan crooned into her ear, such a tiny, kitten-like ear. “They are only in your mind.”

  He kept up a dialog of comforting chatter as he carefully washed each part of her body. Finally he eased a finger under her chin to look into her deep liquid eyes. With tears growing in his eyes, he softly kissed her chin, both eyes, and finally her trembling lips.

  “None of this is your fault. Those boys acted on their own accord. Nothing you did or said would have changed that. If I had been there sooner….” He paused but shook his head and continued, “But that is neither here nor there. The truth is that they lacked control. You were brave and strong. You would have gotten away from them even if I hadn’t shown up. You are a brave woman. Feel no misplaced guilt for their actions.”

  He tenderly wiped a tear away from one eye with his thumb and cupped her face in both hands.

  “You are beautiful.”

  She stared into his golden eyes for a moment, seeing only truth there, and smiled through her remaining tears.

  After helping so many women deal with physical and emotional abuse, Chan had guessed what she was thinking and knew just what to say to ease her pain.

  “I got you all wet,” she murmured as if in apology.

  Chan only nodded as he dropped the sponge and climbed from the stall. Laney watched as he quickly stripped down to his shorts and pulled on a thick terry robe that hung behind the door.

  All while he was undressing, the last traces of her nightmare vanished, obliterated by the sheer beauty of Chan’s unclothed form. Oblivious to her perusal, Chan grabbed a bath sheet from a low shelf and carefully lifted her from the stall.

  “I want to look at the knife cut, Kitten,” he told her as he settled her on top of the closed lid of the toilet.

  He retrieved some towels from the heated towel rack and briskly rubbed her dry, chuckling a little as he wrapped her head completely in the soft, lavender-scented folds.

  She snatched the towel away from her eyes and glared at him.

  In response, he bent down and placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose before opening the medicine cabinet and removing an oddly shaped green bottle.

  The shallow cut had not reopened she noted, but he gently smoothed some sort of greenish brown cream into it before carrying her back into the bedroom.

  He noted that she was staring at the ointment jar from the medicine cabinet, and smiled.

  “It’s something that my father taught me to make.” He dabbed one last bit onto the wound and, almost instantly, Laney felt the nagging heat that indicated where the cut was dissipate. “It is good for cuts and bruises. It contains marigold petals, mugwort, and foxglove, along with a few herbs and plants I doubt you would recognize.”

  He bowed his head and appeared to whisper a little prayer before he placed a small kiss on the wound and rose to his feet.

  “Time for you to get some rest,” he spoke quietly as he lifted her slight weight into his arms. “I will leave you to your dreams.”

  Alone? Laney thought. He was going to leave her alone? The thought of being in that big bed by herself gave her shivers.

  “Please stay with me tonight, Chan,” she implored softly, gripping the sleeve of his robe as he placed her on the bed. “I don’t want to be alone.”

  She didn’t know where the courage to ask that came from, but she knew that she would be okay if her Chan was with her.

  “Ok, Kitten,” he replied, trembling as he closed his eyes in thought. Something agitated him, and Laney hoped he wasn’t spooked by her request, but she really needed to feel his body beside her tonight. She needed the comfort that only he could offer.

  She examined his beloved face, the way his damp hair framed it and brought attention to his large nose and the sharp masculine plane of his chin.

  That face, that unique and wholly masculine face never failed to send a tremor of electricity through her body, even now when she felt her foundations had been shaken.

  “Just let me dry out some,” he finally spoke. “And get you something dry to wear….”

  Laney gasped when she suddenly realized that she was dressed in nothing more than a towel. She had been crying on his shoulders and baring her soul… totally naked! She was naked in front of Chan, the thing that she had been dreaming about for months, and she never realized!

  How could she be so comfortable with the man in her nude state, especially after what had happened in the alley?

  But damn she felt safe and secure with Chan! If anything, the fact that she was talking and not taking the typical sci-fi solution to confront problems—when in danger when in doubt, run in circles scream and shout—was just another indication that she had picked the right man to be her first.

  Chan could feel her eyes on him.

  It was as arousing as it was concerning.

  If he stayed, could he control himself? He wanted her so badly. Could he lie beside her and not give his innermost thoughts away?

  With these thoughts flowing through his head, Chan made his way to his closet and began riffling thought the assorted robes and tunics he had hanging there.

  Almost absently, his mind categorized Laney’s skin tones and hair color to choose the robe that best suited her.

  He was male though, and most of his robes, beyond his more formal ones, were all in a dark, monochromatic color scheme.

  Digging deeply, he pulled off his wet clothes, leaving them in a pile just inside of his closet as he grabbed his favorite black silk robes from a hanger.

  It was the feminine gasp that forced him out of his thoughts and made him look over his shoulder.

  His Laney-kitten was staring at him, her eyes wide with an emotion that in no way, shape, or form resembled fear.

  Her eyes seemed to devour his naked form.

  And oddly enough, h
e could feel a deep flush spread up his body, setting his face ablaze.

  Laney stared in open-mouthed wonder at the perfect backside suddenly presented to her.

  Chan’s body was one delightful plane of white creamy flesh. Framed by his dark hair, his ass was two mouthwatering, rounded muscular globes of tender looking flesh.

  His legs were long and thick with muscles, hairless and cut to perfection.

  Her mouth became as dry as the Sahara, and a stilted groan of pleasure rolled form her mouth as her lower stomach clenched, sending a rush of heat straight to her groin.

  She watched as he slowly turned in her direction, then an endearingly sweet blush spread out over his body.

  With that one look, she felt hungry and empty all at once. She licked her lips, resembling the kitten that Chan always called her, a hungry kitten staring at a tempting morsel that looked almost ready to bolt.

  She grinned, feeling more the predator than the prey, the liquid rush to her groin, and the swelling of her labia, more than showing her body’s approval of this change in attitude.

  She rose on her knees, fear and anguish forgotten. She wanted Chan in her bed now, and it wasn’t for platonic comfort either.

  Chan jerked his robe in front of him, sputtering apologies as he tried to cover his cock…and the rapid swelling of said member before he scared her.

  Only…only Laney wasn’t looking scared at all.

  He gulped, watching her gaze travel over his body, then she sat on him, resting on her knees, her eyes beckoning him closer.

  “Laney-kitten?” he asked, arranging his robe in its proper place, reaching into his closet and jerking out the first robe his hands touched. “I-I ah…. I have…a…robe….”

  “Not what I need,” she breathed, gaze traveling up and down his body, making is cock lurch. He shifted slightly, feeling the tip grow damp. His stones rolled in their sac, and with trembling hands, he tightened his robe sash, hoping to hide his erection. Funny, he had a feeling that he was wasting his time. The tides seemed to have turned, and there was no trace of the gnawing fear that had perfumed the air before.

  “Laney…?”

  “Now. No more. I want you.”

  “After what you’ve been through, Laney-kitten, you are probably…thinking that sex will….”

  “Make everything alright?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Well you couldn’t me more…wrong.”

  The tears had all dried up, and Laney was starting to get a little pissed.

  Couldn’t Chan see that she was not acting out of some weird need to prove that her near violation didn’t count?

  She had no idea what happened, but the experience seemed far removed from her now.

  There was fear, and then anger, and then a wave of self-pity, but she had finally settled into acceptance of what those bastards had almost done to her, and now she was ready to move on.

  And the person that she wanted to move on with…and frankly just make a move on, was now hiding behind a robe acting like some kind of eighteenth century maiden.

  But maybe, she thought as she pouted a little, maybe she was approaching this whole thing in the wrong manner. Maybe her approach was all wrong.

  “Chan,” she breathed, looking down as if to enhance the air of vulnerability that she no longer felt. “Can…can you please…hold me?”

  She tried her best not to laugh as his eyes softened at her request.

  Chan quickly turned his back to Laney and fastened his robe, being sure to make sure everything was as covered as it could get.

  There was no time to drag out a fundoshi, his usual form of wrap, loincloth-style underwear, so he prayed that his lack of underwear would not show how her vulnerability just screamed out for his instincts to reach out and claim her.

  His reaction to her was…different than it had been for all the other females he’d had.

  Marlana seemed to be special, meant more to him than the other flings.

  Forcing a smile to his lips, he took his first tentative steps towards her, when he paused.

  There was quite a wicked gleam in her eyes, and as he inhaled deeply, he realized that he smelled more than bath oils and incense.

  “You are….”

  “Aroused,” she rolled her eyes, smirking at him. “Now, what are you going to do about it?”

  Laney was tired of the pretense, the stuttering, and the fact that Chan was trying to treat her like a child. She was a full-grown woman and she knew what she wanted.

  But Chan stood there, frozen in shock, a state Laney didn’t like to see. It was time to get him motivated.

  Lying back on the bed, she spread her legs, tossed the towel, and let her fingers brush her pubic mound.

  “It’s so sweet that you want to take care of me, Chan, but maybe its time you,” she chuckled evilly, “take care of me.”

  “Laney….”

  “I’m so hot,” she breathed, spreading her legs wider, knowing that she was giving him a view of all of her tingling flesh.

  Just the thought of touching herself in front of him was enough to get her sap flowing, so to speak. And she was more than willing to show him, all modesty tossed aside.

  “I want you here,” she moaned, fanning her fingers thought her trimmed pubic bush. “I want to feel you here, Chan. I want to feel you slide deep inside me. I want to know what the others were screaming about. I want you to show me.”

  “Laney…?”

  Moaning, she tossed back her head, allowing her forefinger to gently finger her clit, rubbing the small nubbin of flesh and drawing forth gasps of mounting pleasure.

  “This feels so good,” she groaned, opening up one eye to stare at the aroused flush growing up from his neck. “But I bet you can make it feel better.”

  Chan wanted to scream so hard was his cock. He felt aroused to a painful point as he stared at Laney and her beyond-erotic actions.

  She was fingering herself right before his eyes! Her skin flushed ever so sweetly, her full lips parted and panting, her hips arching up into her touch.

  One finger stimulated her clit while the other was making forays over her labia, teasing the rich pink flesh there.

  Her essence flowed over her fingers, dampening her curls, and filling the air with the heady scent of her.

  “Chan,” she whimpered, spreading her legs further. “I know you want me. Please, Chan. Give me release.”

  And what the hell was he waiting for?

  His Laney-kitten had turned into a stunning seductress, intent on ripping his orgasm out of his cock from across the room.

  Why was he denying himself? Where had this misplaced sense of over protectiveness come?

  Laney waited, ready and willing, and he himself…. He looked down at the tent his hard cock was making out of his robe and shook his head.

  He felt more than ready.

  He looked to his new lover, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

  “Chan?” Laney called out, sliding her finger into herself up to the first knuckle, licking her lips as her hips arched up in wanton abandon. “What are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck me!”

  Within moments, he had divested himself of his robe and was nearly flying across the room.

  His arms enfolded her, pulling her close to his body, his Roman nose burying in her hair, and hungrily inhaled her scent.

  He felt her hands grip around his body, forcing him closer as she began to purr softly, making her actions seem kittenish and innocent.

  Slowly, she set out to explore the bounty placed before her.

  Chan’s skin was warm to the touch, yielding and supple, while maintaining a firmness that was astounding to her.

  “How can you feel so hard and so soft at the same time?” she wondered out loud.

  Chan answered her with a slight groan, his onyx-colored eyes following the progress of her teasing fingers as they reached a pebbling nipple.

  “So pretty,” she breathed, running the pads of he
r fingers over the dark, berry-colored protrusion.

  He hissed, feeling his nipple swell and extend to its fullest.

  This seemed to fascinate Laney, because she gently raked her nails over the nubbin before pressing at it gently, massaging away the sting.

  “That does things to me, Kitten,” Chan moaned, closing his eyes, sensations shooting straight to his cock

  Laney smiled, enfolding him in her fingers, pinching it a little, smiling as his back arched up towards her touch, then fell away as he mouthed another groan.

  “Sensitive…,” she breathed.

  “Just like yours.” Chan made the colossal effort to reach up and run his fingers over her nipples, smiling as she gasped a little and leaned into his touch. “And if I do it with my mouth….” He began to sit up, but Laney again beat him to the punch.

  Before he got very far, she leaned over and attached herself to one nipple, sucking the tight, sensitive skin into her mouth.

  “Shit! Laney!”

  Laney chuckled, and he understood that she was amused that she had drawn such a sound from him, and all from a little suckling. But he knew that what made her vagina leak and her labia throb was the simple curse word she had drawn from his lips.

  He reached around her, wanting nothing more than to throw her underneath her and slam his throbbing cock deep inside her wet heat, but common sense prevailed. He held his control and let her set the pace, content to run his hands up and down the sleek, sweat-dampened skin of her back.

  She licked and lapped her way to his other nipple, leaving a tingling wetness on his chest that when combined with the cool air in the bedroom made his nipples extra hard and throbbing. In reaction, his cock lurched against the cleft of her ass, dampening it with the dribbles of his pre-cum that began to freely flow.

  He groaned and arched his back, purposely running his turgid length against the soft plump skin of her ass. He could feel her wet welcome pooling against his abdomen. It felt like liquid lava on his skin.

  “You.” She paused to lick his skin, writhing against the hardness against her ass, almost as if she wanted him to put it in a much more hungry and empty place. “You,” lick, “taste,” lick, “divine.”

  She wiggled lower, and Chan almost lost it feeling her soft breasts with their erect nipples drag down the damp path made buy her seeking lips and tongue.