by R. R. Banks
I massaged her breasts for a few more moments before letting my hands glide further down her body. Her skin was wet and hot, seeming to hint at the blissful indulgence that was waiting for me. I brought my hands down to her hips and rested them there for a moment. I could feel her body shiver as I ran my fingertips from side to side. I knew that I was close to her in a way that no one else had ever been and I wanted to give her a chance to get accustomed to the feeling, but I also didn't want to hesitate too long. I wanted her to be caught up in the ecstasy of what I could offer her, and to discover all that she was capable of offering in return.
I could feel her thighs pressed against mine on either side as her legs opened slightly. It was clear that her instincts were taking over. Her body was showing me what it wanted, like it had a mind of its own. I took the invitation eagerly, dipping my fingers lower so that they slipped across her tight pink bud. That first intimate touch drew a gasp from Cherry and her fingers tightened around my thigh. I didn't stop. I brought my hand lower and touched her soft entrance. It was already open, wet and hot and ready for me. I turned my hand slightly so that I could brush my thumb over her clit again and felt another rush of silky wetness between her thighs. I gathered some of that silky wetness and brought it to her peak to allow my fingers to glide uninhibited. I traced my fingers around her clit in small circles, gently drawing it from beneath its hood until I could bring out its most sensitive reactions. Cherry clutched my arm, her gasps turning to whimpers as new feelings rushed through her body.
I wondered if she had ever touched herself, if she experimented and explored her own body. Even if she had, it was obvious that the way that I was touching her was bringing her to a level of pleasure she had never experienced before. She was starting to let herself go, opening to the possibilities of what we could do without hesitation. The way her body moved in response caused her to rub up against me, her soft skin rubbing against my cock, making it even harder to stay focused. My hand delved through her delicate folds, pushing her forward, when suddenly she tightened her grip harder on my arm and pulled my fingers away from her body. She looked at me with nervousness in her eyes.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"It's too intense," she said, sounding breathless. "I feel like I'm losing control of myself."
I smiled and kissed her shoulder, then her lips, then the side of her neck.
"Don't worry," I said softly, drawing my lips up the side of her neck to nibble lightly on her earlobe. "I've got you. Let go. Let it happen."
She turned to look at me, her eyes briefly fluttering down and then coming back up to mine.
"I've been waiting for you for so many years," she said. "I want this to be exactly what I had always imagined. When I come, I want it to be with you inside of me."
I moaned in response to her words that felt erotic as hell, yet so innocent. I wrapped my arms around her, letting her settle back against me so that we could lay in the water together. The water calmed and soothed our bodies, but my mind was still racing. Finally, Cherry turned off the showerheads and started to drain the tub. As the water slipped away, it revealed her body once more to me, making the anticipation I felt even stronger and more intense than before. Cherry had thrown away all her inhibitions in this moment with me and I was going to ensure that every single one of her dreams came true.
Chapter Seven
Cherry
My heart was pounding so hard in my chest when I stood and stepped out of the tub onto the soft teal bath mat, I worried I would never get it under control again. My hands trembled as I reached for the towel sitting on the bench beneath the window, brushing it across my skin to dry off the lingering droplets of water. I felt Gabriel step up behind me and reach around me to pick up his own towel. His body brushed against mine and my body pushed back, as if it was seeking him on its own. When I finished drying myself, I turned and took the towel out of Gabriel's hand, and gently patted him dry. I brought the towel across his shoulders and down his chest and belly. Then I dried each arm. They were strong and muscular, but I had felt them around me and I knew they could also be tender and protective.
His breathing was slow and deep as I pressed my hand against the center of his chest so that I could feel his heartbeat. It was fast, slamming against his rib cage just like my own. His long, thick erection was straining toward me and I finally allowed myself to look at it, to admire it. It seemed impossibly big, intimidating, even, and yet I couldn't wait to touch it. Instincts were driving me forward as an irresistible feeling of compulsion drove my desire to a level I have never experienced. I leaned forward and kissed the center of Gabriel's chest. I continued my kisses as I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I let out a breath as I nuzzled his belly and felt his cock jump in response.
I had been longing for Gabriel for so many years. The sting of him rejecting me in that room hadn't detracted from the desire that I still felt. Now that I had him here with me, I wanted to experience everything that had filled my mind during all those breathless, sleepless nights. The desire I had first experienced as I watched him from a distance, and when I ached for him when he was gone. I kissed Gabriel's belly and nuzzled into the coarse, thick hair that trailed down the apex of his thighs and the base of his delectable cock. His skin had the fresh, clean smell of the soap from the shower, but the huskiness of his smell remained. I knew the smell of him. I had drawn in that smell during every hug, during every opportunity that I had gotten to be close to him in the last few days. But this was different. The smell was stronger now, deeper, as if it was luring me in.
I felt Gabriel's hand rest on top of mine on his thigh before guiding it to his shaft. I wrapped the other hand around the back of his leg and positioned my palm against his erection. He closed my fingers, tightening my grip and starting to lead me in stroking him. Each stroke started at the base and went up over the shining head, spreading the slick fluid that had gathered at the tip. When he felt that he had sufficiently instructed me on how to touch him, he let his hand fall away, leaving me to stroke him on my own. I was drawn to the fluid and gathered more of it on my fingertips, massaging it into his skin the same way he had earlier when we were sitting in the tub. Reflecting on the sensations of pleasure that he created in me when he rubbed me earlier sent a thrill through my body that settled between my thighs. I needed more of him. Gabriel's groans at my touch only heightened my arousal and I felt my mouth water.
Leaning forward, I brushed the tip of my tongue across the head. He drew in a breath and I felt his hand come to rest on the back of my head. It wasn't demanding or forceful. Instead, it was encouraging, as if he was reassuring me that my instincts were correct. I drew a long lick up the underside of his shaft, tracing it around the head, before returning to the base. I glanced up at Gabriel. I expected to see him with his eyes closed from what he was feeling, but instead he was staring down at me. His eyes were locked on me as he intently focused on every movement of my mouth and tongue. I wasn't embarrassed. I didn't feel exposed or uncomfortable. Under his unwavering gaze, I felt beautiful and empowered. My confidence grew with each new discovery I made about my body and his. This wasn’t purely physical, but was also about deepening the connection between us, and what was forming in every moment we shared. I kept my eyes on his as I opened my mouth. He tucked his hips down just enough to slip between my lips and I took in as much of him as I could possibly hold in my mouth. My hand tightened around the base again and then I slowly, gradually, withdrew my mouth so that my lips and tongue could feel every inch of his length.
His hand continued to offer gentle support to my head and I felt him begin to guide me into a gradual rhythm. I let myself relax and felt him push deeper into my mouth, until the tip of his erection touched the entrance of my throat. He suddenly growled, and I stopped, completely removing his cock from my mouth. I was afraid I had done something wrong, but seeming to sense my worry, he shook his head.
"I need a break," he said breathlessly. "It's not
time for it to be over yet."
He reached down and took hold of my upper arms so that he could help me back to my feet. I stayed as close to him as possible so that my body stroked his as I sat up. The tips of our noses touched, and he nuzzled my face, briefly resting our foreheads together. I ran my tongue across his lips and kissed him. Our breath filled the air between us in meaningful silence. I lifted my eyes to look into his. I was waiting for the next step. Waiting for him to guide me. His hand brushed down my arm and our fingers intertwined so that he could lead me out of the bathroom and through the house into his bedroom.
I knew that he had let his staff off for the night and that the house was completely empty, but I was still pleased when he closed the door shut behind us. I wanted to indulge in total privacy. I wanted to hide away from the rest of the world, to keep him totally and completely mine for as long as we were lost in each other. Gabriel stepped up behind me and I felt his body mold to mine. His touch warmed every inch of me and I felt fully and blissfully surrounded by him. He kissed the side of my neck and then across the back of my shoulders. His hands rested on my hips and his fingertips pressed firmly into my skin. I let the touch turn me so that I was facing him and wrapped my arms around his neck again. Our mouths found each other, and we kissed with increasing passion as he led me backwards towards his bed. I felt the backs of my legs touch the edge of the mattress. I gasped when Gabriel broke the kiss and scooped me up in his arms, laying me gently on the center of the bed. I lay sideways, stretched across the bed rather than laying my head on the pillows. I waited for him to come down with me, but he didn't. Instead, he knelt by the side of the bed and a shiver in my belly told me that I was about to discover something incredible.
His hand touched my chest and paused there as if mirroring the way that I had felt for his heartbeat. I knew that mine was fast and hard, racing like it never had before. Finally, his fingers began to move, and they made their way down my body as they had in the shower. He stopped when his hand was positioned on my belly between my hip bones and he began to massage my hypersensitive peak with his thumb. The thrill of his touch was just as intense as the first time and I let my legs fall further apart so that he had more access to explore my wet, sensitive flesh. I cried out as waves of unfamiliar sensations washed over me, and I realized that he had taken his thumb away from my core and replaced it with his mouth. Without hesitation Gabriel plunged his tongue into me, sucking softly. I felt like I was falling, like I was leaving reality behind and being elevated to another plane of existence. Gabriel took his tongue out from my slit and began to trace my full lips, giving expert ministrations as he seemed determine to lick every accessible inch.
I dug my fingers into his hair, trying to draw him closer so that I wouldn't lose even a single ounce of the delirious pleasure he was giving me. I resisted pulling him away so that I could escape the feeling of losing control and find relief from the burning intensity what we were doing. My legs were shaking, and I drew them up, causing my thighs to fall further apart and my body to open even more to him. A deep pressure was building inside of me and I knew that I was reaching the very brink. I couldn't hold myself back any more.
I cried out and arched toward him, and Gabriel seemed to sense my desperation. He got to his feet and I positioned myself on the bed so that I was laying with my head on the pillows. I opened my arms for him, not wanting to be without his touch for even a second longer than I had to. Gabriel climbed up on the bed with me and crawled over so that he was kneeling over me, staring deeply into my eyes. Finally, he rested down, stretching over me so that our bodies entangled, and our skin pressed together from our shoulders to our feet. He kissed me softly, balanced on his elbows so that he could occasionally lift his head away and look down at me. I moved my legs out from beneath his and drew them up beside me again, allowing him to settle between my thighs and the tip of his erection to nudge at my opening. My breath caught in my throat and I lifted my hips, needing him.
Gabriel moaned as the tip dipped inside me and I ran my hands along the muscles of his back, appreciating the tension in them as he held himself still over me.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
"I always have been."
He let out a long sigh and it seemed that the heat of his breath and the unspoken emotion it carried with it absorbed through my skin and into the very center of me. I was ignited with desire and had never felt more alive. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom wrapper, tearing it open, and slipping it over his length. He pressed forward slowly and slid further into me, stretching me open. I felt pain as my tight, inexperienced walls pulsed around him, but it was a delicious, bittersweet pain and I lifted my hips a little further, relishing the feeling. Gabriel paused for only a second and then flexed his hips so that he could sink even deeper. I felt my eyes flutter closed and my mouth open at the sensation.
I could feel my body growing accustomed to the feeling him filling me. It was a pure, visceral experience that went beyond pleasure, beyond sensation. I felt a sense of fulfillment as my body embraced him. It was overwhelming. My walls began to relax around him and Gabriel rolled his hips forward in response. Each long, slow, gentle stroke brought him deeper until I finally felt his hip bones rest against mine. My body opened to him, as new waves of hot, silky wetness allowed him to glide into me at an even faster pace. His thrusts became faster and harder, the movements dizzying as the powerful pleasure he had given me with his fingers and his tongue, peaked in our bodies crashing together.
I had been so close to the edge when Gabriel had taken his tongue off me that it didn't take long for me to feel my orgasm building again. I didn't want to stop it this time. I didn't want to ever break the luscious rhythms or the rich, velvety pleasure I was experiencing. The deep grunting sounds that poured from Gabriel told me that he was there with me, climbing alongside me. Spiraling out of control.
I gripped Gabriel as hard as I could while the sensations grew impossibly intense and I shook and trembled around him until there was a final rush of pressure and then a cascade of release. I screamed while I rode the euphoric waves of contractions that exploded throughout my body. Gabriel rose up onto his hands and thrust into me harder, finally filling me as deeply as he could. He threw his head back and let out an animal-like roar as I felt his cock throb inside me. Hard pulses of his cock met each of the tight spasms of my walls, drawing him further inside me, milking him as he spilled out into the condom inside me.
We gasped for breath and clung to each other. After several long minutes, he pulled out of me, chucking the used condom in a nearby trashcan. Gabriel then dropped down onto me and I felt his weight push me down into the bed and surround me with the heady scent of our lovemaking. His mouth found mine and we kissed languidly, my eyes growing heavy with the satiated bliss of my body, and I let myself fall asleep in his arms.
This wasn't the way this was supposed to happen.
Or maybe it was. I wasn't sure.
It had felt so right. It was incredible and perfect in every way. Yet, as I slipped into my desk chair at the office the next day, I felt like maybe I hadn't thought this all the way through. I had met with Gabriel to sign the contract, thinking that putting the details down on paper and reviewing them would clarify everything. It would make the entire situation clear and neither of us would have any questions. Now I found myself wondering how this situation was going to unfold. The hundreds of pages of formal, stilted contract had featured dramatic legalese that covered everything from me conceiving multiples, to what would happen if there was a sudden natural disaster that required evacuation, depending on which one of us was nearest to our child at the time. But it definitely hadn't mentioned what would happen if the two of us ended up in bed together.
I looked up as Gabriel walked past me, but he didn't look my way at all. I would have expected a reaction like that would hurt, but somehow it put me more at ease. He didn't look angry and there was no smug look on his face like there would
have been if he had scored another conquest. Instead, he looked distracted by the tasks he had to wrap up in the last few hours he would be working in the office before leaving for his three-week business trip. This cemented our night together in my mind as an isolated, one-time experience. It was something that had been building between us for so long that it seemed almost inevitable. Now we can try to move beyond it and focus on the task at hand.
Mid-morning, I got up from my desk and walked over to the elevator. I was on a mission. The entire time that I was riding and elevator and walking down the hallway, I was attempting to convince myself that I was doing the right thing. I could feel myself rediscovering how wrapped up in Gabriel I was when we were younger. Back then, thoughts of him had taken over my life and I hadn't been able to concentrate on anything else. I often wondered if it was those feelings that kept me from dating much before Anthony. I knew that I couldn't let that happen again. I couldn't let myself fall for Gabriel. The agreement that we had come signed and sealed in a very detailed legal document was purely business. The fact that we had agreed that I would be very involved with raising the baby and have extensive visitation rights, including having it when he was traveling on business, didn't detract from the fact that what I was doing was a financial transaction. I ensured that he would have the baby he needed, and he made sure that my mother had the care she required. I needed to remind myself of that and not let myself start daydreaming about anything beyond it.
That's why I needed to do this.
I straightened my shoulders and marched directly over to Blake's desk. He looked slightly startled but pleased when he saw me walking towards them.
"Hi, Cherry. What a nice surprise."