by Shara Azod
“You are just so delicious, Sky. So soft, so supple,” he said, his voice rough and raw with unleashed lust. His lips brushed along her side, up to her underarms and down again as far as he could go. “Mmmm, I’ve dreamed of holding you, like this.”
Dreams of me?
Unable to reach the parts of her he wanted, Cashmere said, “Turn toward me.”
Sky got up and with great effort turned to face him.
Instead of a face filled with disgust at her sloping breasts and round tummy, Cashmere’s sucked in a deep breath and let it out with a rush of “damn, you are so hot.”
He pulled back, and looked across to her. Seated on his lap they were eye level with each other. What she found in that gaze, behind the steamy lust spilling out of them was adoration.
Quite possibly love.
Slipping his hands away from her breasts, he cupped her head and brought her closer to him, to his lips. He kissed her, light and softly at first, but as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, the kiss became more enthralled, more sexual.
Like a tiny cock moving around my mouth. Give it to me, loverboy.
Cashmere ravaged her lips in a hard, possessive kiss after kiss, his hands rubbing her hair, before sliding down her back and snatching her ass. Before she could speak, he parted her buttocks, one cheek in each hand.
“Do you know how incredible you are?” he asked smoky, his eyes mere slits in his face. From behind, one of his hands let go of her buttock. Slipping his fingers between her legs, Cashmere caressed the soft mound there, feeling her wetness, and teasing her swollen, throbbing clit. “Do you know?”
“No,” she whispered, turned on by how stimulated Cashmere was by her presence.
Tickling it some more, Cashmere was far from laughing. He meant business. Arching her breasts up and twisting her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, she gasped. He leaned toward her, clasping his hot mouth over her nipple, sucking on her breast as if his life depended on it. Biting and squeezing her orbs, Cashmere rubbed the other one with his thumb, making her gush all at once. Burying her hands in his silken strands, Sky pulled him closer, and he sucked in more of her tingling nipple. Stony pointed nipples grew under the caress of his mouth, making her clit swell and her pussy twitch.
“Oh, God, do it again.”
His tongue, a maverick against her nipples, twirled across the peak pinning her against him mouth in pure pleasure. Cupping the other breast, Cashmere bit it harder than before and she gasped, giving a little yelp. His other hand twisted its twin sending her in a flurry of bliss.
Sky readjusted her position and straddled him, feeling his now rigid rod brush her clit. Liking the lightning jolt, she rubbed her clit over the head of his cock again, making him moan and squeeze her breast hard.
“Tease,” he growled against her breasts.
“You think so?” she purred back and did it again.
“My turn,” he whispered hoarsely.
His hand went to her wet opening and gently glided over her labia, feeling their moist swollen surface. She at once arched and thrust her pelvis toward him, eagerly seeking his finger into her vacant tunnel.
But he didn’t give in to her body’s pleas. He traced invisible figures across her throbbing lips with occasional side trips up to her clit, which he pinched before dipping down.
Quivering, Sky said, “No fair. Tease!”
“What do you want?” he whispered roughly, his voice heavy with lust, and triumph in his smile.
“You inside me,” she said, her nails digging into his back. “Now!”
Without another word, he slipped one of his fingers into her hot warmth and she shuddered around the digit.
“So wet, damn, baby, is that all for me?” he asked.
She could feel him smile against her bellybutton as he worked his finger in and out of her puss.
“More,” she breathed.
He added another finger and then one more and threw back her head in pleasure as his fingers glided in and out, but they weren’t what she truly wanted. He watched her as he finger fucked her, giving her more when she asked, but he seemed more interested in reading the pleasure on her face.
“Oh, Sky, you’re so wet. Ready and wet for me, aren’t you?” Cashmere panted caressing Sky’s hooded button more and more. “Don’t you know how sexy you are?”
“No,” she whispered, licking her lips and feeling the craving pile into her stomach, the twitching increasing. She knew he wanted her, but he wanted her to say it aloud.
“Let me show you.”
He removed his hand, and with that, he speared her with his cock, slamming her onto him as he shot upward. Buried in her piquant, wet tunnel, Cashmere shuddered and began a slow dance, guiding Sky, his hands on her waist, gripping the very love handles of which she had been ashamed.
“Ah, ah,” he moaned. “Sky.”
He latched his lips onto her nipple and licked, kissed, teased as she rode him. Up and down, grinding him deeper, she couldn’t believe how incredibly thick he was. Their fitting was so snug, Sky thought she’d burst if he pushed any more, but she didn’t.
As they galloped together toward an explosive end, Sky grabbed Cashmere’s shoulders, bracing herself for him, feeling her muscles tighten around him like a thousand tiny hands, pulling and yanking his delicious member.
A blur, Sky bounced and bounced, driving him deeper, making her sigh and yelp.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” she heard herself screaming and at once a boom went off in her head, she tensed and stars dotted her vision. Spasms shot through her, and she shuddered uncontrollably.
A breath afterward, with her pussy twitching from the orgasm’s aftershock, Cashmere screamed, “Sky! Ah, yeah, Sky!” before pumping her once or twice more, she lost count. He held her there as his body locked in one massive spasm shot upward into her, unmoving except for the jerking and occasional shudder.
When he collapsed back onto the sofa, he pulled her into his arms and held her tight, his shrinking member still inside her, where Sky realized she always wanted him to be.
Chapter 9-Epilogue
Christmas Day
The salty sea breeze whipped about the air, carelessly tousling Sky’s loosely curled hair and infiltrating Cashmere’s nostrils, stirring his senses, making him cough, and ever more aware of the sweet scent wafting up from the woman at his side. With the burnt orange throw wrapped casually about her smooth shoulders, Sky glanced out at the gray and choppy Pacific Ocean. He watched her eyes twinkle at the amazing view Coronado Island presented. At this hour, on this day, the beach remained empty at noon, surprising as it was such a picturesque place. The overcast sky drifted across in a leisurely manner having chased most beach-goers away with threatened rain.
“It’s so beautiful out here, Cash,” she said, turning to him and smiling.
Each time she gave him that small gift, her joy, it winded him, and made his heart a buoy in his chest, surfing the sea of change and joy. He loved how she’d used his nickname as casually as if she’d known him his entire life. At times like this, he believed he had fallen quite in love with her, their souls having met long before being placed in their bodies.
“Yes, it is,” he said softly, fingering the lump in his pocket, making his adrenaline rise. Though the present was for Sky, he was nearly giddy with the idea of giving it to her. His heart swelled tight against his chest.
She blushed, feeling the hot lust in his eyes reach out and stroke her. Still grinning, she laid her hand against his chest, winding herself into his embrace. They stopped, and stared at the great sea.
The tiny ring box in his pocket pressed against his thigh as if demanding to be freed. It symbolized everything the past month had brought him—and her.
I’m ready for this—been ready. The first moment I saw her, there wasn’t ever going to be anyone else. But I’ll take it slow. Let her be ready to take it slow with me.
What will I do if she isn’t?
Can’t think about that now.
Shoving all doubts deep inside, he guided her to stand in front of him, a puzzled expression on her face.
“Cash…”
Before she could ask, he placed his index finger to his lips and shushed her. He allowed himself the one kiss across her pillow soft lips before he took the plunge. With her hands firmly planted on her delicious hips, he inched the box out of his jeans and took a deep breath.
He kept one arm draped around her to steady himself as much as her.
Quivering beneath his embrace, Sky kept her eyes on his face, uncertainty making her scowl. “What is going on with you?”
Who has done this to you? Has hurt you to the point where even now you can’t trust me. You’re so sweet. How could someone have harmed you and made you scared about something as small as a token of love? You shouldn’t feel guilty for living and enjoying life. I won’t allow you to feel that way any longer.
He wanted to strangle the bastard with his own hands, and he wasn’t a violent man.
The past was gone and what lay ahead proved his only concern.
She’d tell him in time—in her time.
“Sky,” he said, feeling the buzzing nervousness spread out from his stomach and into his throat, “a very different name, baby, but one I want linked to mine.”
“Ha! Is it any stranger than Cashmere?” she asked, the spark of her personality lighting up as the wind blew through her hair scattering the strands across her face as if it too wanted to touch her.
“Oh, no. It’s a wonderful name. Unique, like you.”
He drew her closer to him. Her softness meld against him.
She went very still—waiting.
“Sky, the last month has been incredible, and even that isn’t quite adequate. Words can’t express it, nor can my hands, though I have tried to show you, to tell you how much you mean to me…”
He let go of her hand and dug around in his pocket for the gift. Once he freed it from his jacket’s pocket, he said, “For us baby.”
Silently, he took her hand in his, turned it over palm up and lifted it higher. He placed the ring box in her hand.
She blushed.
“Y—you can’t be serious, Cashmere…”
“I am very serious about our commitment to each other,” he said, laughing but inside his stomach felt like he’d swallowed a bucket of cold worms. “Open it.”
Please don’t tell me she only wanted a short term thing. God, I can’t take that right now.
She bit her lip. “Cash, this is so soon…”
“Will you just open it?”
She sighed and removed the purple bow. With her eyes watering, she cracked open the box, allowing at last, the tears to spill over and race down her cheeks.
“Don’t cry baby,” he cooed and kissed the droplets away. “I want you to be happy.”
“I am.”
“Good.”
The silver ring with its princess cut sapphire with pearls along each side seemed to light up her face.
“No, Cashmere, this isn’t an engagement ring...”
“No, but will you be my girlfriend?”
“What?” she balked and slapped him on the shoulder. “Your girlfriend!”
“Yeah. I figured it was time to make sure you knew and I knew that we were a steady, serious thing,” he said smiling. “Boy toys are for playing around. My love for you is nothing short of eternal, and baby, I plan to make you my wife, but today, right now, I want you to commit to us.”
She glared at him, the ring box hovering in her hand at shoulder level as if she meant to throw it.
“Commit to us? Yes! I want nothing else, but you, wrapped in my arms.”
She rose on her tiptoes and kissed his mouth.
He laughed and returned her kiss, falling deeper and crushing her against him as he meant to merge with her, their two becoming one.
Perhaps not now, but one day soon…
THE END