Cherry Blossoms

by KT Morrison

  “This is a guest room and over here a bathroom,” she said, motioning with her hands as she spoke, trying to break him away.

  He closed the door and he followed her now, his face expressionless.

  “Then over here is the master bedroom.”

  She led him to her bedroom, walked in and stood in the middle of the open space between the bed and the ensuite bathroom.

  He followed her in and stood with her.

  Her heart worked overtime in her narrow ribs. Dino looked so out of place here yet he was so familiar. Six-two, rugged and handsome. Tough and built and hung. He filled up her happy bedroom.

  Their eyes met but he stayed blank and she didn’t show him anything either. She brought him here. This was the room. If he wanted to fuck her he had to make the next move.

  He crossed the room in his boots, making a heavy sound on the old creaky parquet floor. His big frame blocked the hazy light coming from the window as he went to it and leaned on the sill, set his beer down and looked down on the street.

  “How long you been here?”

  “Does it matter?” she said.

  “No.”

  “Seven years.”

  “You like it here?”

  “Yeah, Dino, I like it here.”

  “Why the fuck aren’t we together?” he said and he made his way the few steps towards her.

  “You act like we grew apart or something, not like—”

  “I’m sorry, Nia. I’ve told you so many times how sorry I am.”

  “I don’t care, Dino. You know that. It was so long ago it doesn’t matter.”

  “It matters to me,” he said.

  “We both got things to be sorry about. But it’s fuckin skeletons in the closet now. Just keep it closed, Dino.”

  “I only want to think bout the good things we did,” he said and he stepped so that they were almost touching. His hand went to her side, touched her, made her flinch. He curled his big hand around to the small of her back and brought her closer to press against him.

  “I don’t think about the bad things,” she said.

  He lowered to her, his eyes closed and he kissed her.

  NIA

  It was uncomfortable at first. Less passionate than when he’d taken control of her in the fire house. She was unsure. The wet sounds of their mouths together seemed so loud in her quiet bedroom. A window was open and she could hear those neighbour’s children still, horsing around in the tiny grass yard next to hers.

  Gradually she found a rhythm with him. Her head twisted against his, her mouth sucked on his tongue, his hands felt her back. She pressed her body to his.

  She’d fucked Dino Dragonieri a thousand times. She made out with him like this almost every day when she knew him. This felt good.

  No one fucked like he did. His absence in her life led to her infidelity with Geoff. That almost ended her. That’s how good he was. Things were different now than they were seven years ago.

  She broke her kiss from him, held him at bay with her hands spread on his hard stomach. “Stop, Dino,” she whispered.

  Their eyes met and she got lost a moment in those old lover’s shimmering black orbs. She loved him so much at one time.

  His hand slipped under the back of her sweatpants, its breadth covering both her cheeks over top her cotton panties.

  “Don’t” she whispered and held his gaze.

  His fingers folded together, his hand scooped the round flesh of her rump and dove between her thighs. She felt his touch glide across her sex. He lifted her. She spread her legs and she lifted them around his hips and clung to him. Old habits again.

  He didn’t say a word but his breaths came strong and heavy. His two middle fingers stroked her pussy over her cotton.

  “Fuckin don’t, Dino,” she said.

  He kissed her.

  She slapped him hard across the face. A bright brittle sound in her warm bedroom. She left a stinging mark on his cheek.

  “I fuckin missed how crazy you are,” he said. “I need you, Nia. I fuckin need you.”

  She held his head between her hands and she kissed him now. Thrust her tongue into his sweet pouting mouth and found his tongue. His hand went over her back, the other thrust its fingers along her throbbing sex.

  She kissed him savagely. She consumed him. Swallowed his tongue. Their breaths bashed at each other, scoring from them while their mouths were locked. Her heart pounded blood up her neck. He held her tighter, walked her to the side of the bed, peeled her off him, her claws digging as she went and he threw her on the bed.

  He said, “Fuckin tell me to stop—you brought me to your bedroom.”

  She lay on her back and he pulled his T-shirt off and showed her his beautiful body. She hooked her thumbs into her sweats and her panties, and lifted her knees, scurried them down her thighs and peeled her feet out of them.

  He crawled over her on his hands and knees, her bare thighs clamped him, his rough denim scratching at her sensitive skin. Her hands explored that body she loved. He was warm and hairy and strong and he felt fucking amazing.

  “I fuckin miss you so much, Nia. You were the best thing in my life. You were the best...”

  “I miss you too, Dino...fuck me...”

  They kissed again and she pulled her sex against him with her legs clamped around him. Felt his hardness through his jeans again. Knew today she would feel it bare. Take it out of his pants and feel it inside her. She humped her pussy against his hard column and her hands scratched at his neck and back.

  Dino smelled so good. She clenched her face to his neck, pressed her cheek to him and shut her eyes. He’d tilted his hips and she could distinctly feel the shape of his cock head prodding her now, mushing the soft shapes of her mound. Her nails dragged the hills of his back, she swept his sides and then up his front. He was incredible. He wasn’t twenty any more but back then he was on clenbuterol. He was all man right now and she liked it better. If he was on a firefighter calendar it would sell out. She would buy a copy. He was fucking sexy. She grabbed his cock through his pants. He snorted. He needed her. He needed her touch.

  Her hands smoothed his belly right where his abdominal ridge met the edge of his hip, and it slipped under the waistband of his jeans. His hot cock grazed the edge of her hand and up her wrist. She clutched his big balls.

  “Give it to me,” she whispered in his neck.

  He growled in her ear and the sound he made, the vibration of that animal male lust, made her gasp and she felt herself get slippery.

  “Fuck, Nia.”

  “I can’t wait anymore,” she whispered.

  Her hands fumbled with his belt and his teeth bit at her neck. His hands climbed up her shirt and he gripped a breast. Her hard nipple scored his palm. Her breasts were thrust out and pressed together, her nipple popping out over the edge of her bra. She freed the end of his belt, fed it through the buckle, her hands working along with the driving motion of his hips while he continued to rub himself against her. Brass teeth came unclenched as her pressed fingers unzipped him, tugging on the pull. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his beautiful cock tumbled out and she felt its heat against her mound and over her belly.

  “Ah,” she gasped, and she moaned as she gripped it. He was hard. He was ready. She stroked that thing he had eagerly, her old friend. She once feared it, then grew to love it. She led it where she wanted it. His hips came back and despite their clumsy desperation his cock pressed her wet pussy, opened it, parted her interior and slid inside her.

  “Oh, shit, oh Dino,” she gasped. They’d fucked so many times. His cock knew its way. This was home. It was incredible. She was used to his size, she could accommodate him. He was large but her insides were used to stretching to take his shape. She’d taken him for years. He slid deep. His feel brought back a history to her. A touch to her past. Back seats, cheap hotels, bedrooms in parent’s houses. She felt his foreskin peel, felt the smooth bell-shape slip out of its sleeve and spread her so deep.

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p; “Oh, Dino,” she said and she searched frantically for his lips. He kissed her now, his hard cock buried in her, her legs wrapped around him.

  “Fuck,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Condom. In my pocket.”

  “Don’t you dare,” she said, and her hips rolled against him, got his cock feeling good so he wouldn’t want to argue.

  “Nia...” he said.

  “No, Dino, I’m on the pill now.”

  “Fuck, Nia,” he said and she felt him working with her now. His hips dancing with hers. Both of them knowing he wasn’t going to wear a condom, both of them knowing how incredible they were with each other.

  “You sure, Nia?” he said.

  “Come in me, Dino, I want to feel you come inside me again.” That was it. It was on. His pants were still up his hips, his legs held together by them, but he fucked her. His balls still trapped behind denim, his zipper scoring her sensitive flesh when he dove deep. Her hands slipped in under his pants and she grabbed that wonderful rump. She felt it flex under her fingertips. It was round and muscular, a perfect plumpness to it, and her nails dug into that flesh and encouraged his thrusts deeper.

  “Fuck me, Dino, fuck me deep,” she hissed.

  He stroked himself balls deep inside her and she moaned and her mouth broke wide and happy. “Ah shit, Dino,” she sighed. His lips travelled her neck and her collar, her lips, her cheeks. He even kissed her closed eyes. The whole time he fed her his manhood. Full length strokes that had her thighs quivering. He was deep and deliberate.

  “God, you feel so fucking good, Nia.”

  “I missed this,” she said.

  He got to his knees with his cock inside her still. He brought her hips up with him, her back arched, her tummy cambered tight, her shoulders on the bed. He was upright and she was bowed, the two of them connected. Her hands went over her belly while he fucked her like that. His big hands gripped her narrow waist, big fingers digging into her while he fucked her.

  She felt for it. Bent like this she would feel his cock pressing her tummy out, just above her mound. Her fingers ran circles over the protrusion his big cock head pressed out on her with each thrust.

  “Oh, Dino,” she sighed, watching the slight plop of light bulge at her, a hazy dab on the convex knot his cock pressed out. “Oh, fuck...”

  She bit her lip, her hand massaged her belly where his cock pressed through and she admired this stallion fucking her. He’d earned a shine from sex. Sweat glistened on his skin and his muscles danced while he thrust into her. His big thumbs pressed into her belly. Rocco’s were big and blunt and work-ruined. Rocco’s skin was rough and dirty. Dino was clean and groomed. His thumbs big and strong, but well-formed and cared for. Masculine still. Used to turning wrenches and wielding axes and running fire hoses. She held his hands, felt the hold he had on her little body, felt how small she would feel in his big grip. His eyes pored over her. He studied her face and watched the expression his perfect cock put on it. She bit her lips harder, made pained, mournful, but loving faces at him, overwhelmed by his ability to bring that out of her.

  She wanted him to see her. See her bared. Her hands worked the bottom of the T-shirt up, showed him her naked stomach and chest. Show him she looked like she was twenty still.

  The shirt got stuck on her head and she laughed for a moment thinking of how one room over this man’s own brother had also taken her. Fucked her on her daughter’s bed with a shirt tied around her face. His brother was mean. An animal. A filthy, menacing, uncaring fuck machine. Dino was a lover.

  Dino felt her breasts now. His hands holding them through their bra, squeezing them and pressing them together while he fucked her. His thumbs dug beneath the underwire and he peeled the bra up and over her, exposed her breasts to him. They were pinched by the clasped bra, thrust forward and when his kisses found their way to her aching nipples she cried out. He stroked his cock in and out of her and her hips worked in hungry circles with him. They made love.

  “God, fuck, I missed this, Dino,” she cried.

  “Nia, I fuckin made a big mistake with you...you feel so fuckin good...”

  “Ah, fuck me, Dino...”

  They kissed again and her fingers raked through his thick shining hair. He got deep and she winced against his intrusion but she loved it. She could fuck him all day.

  “Up,” she said, “Up, up.”

  He raised up, still on his knees, her legs still wrapped around him, her bare feet clasped together at the small of his back. She clung to him, her black eyes locked on his. His muscular arms held her lithe body to him, his cock still imbedded, tiny slippery movements inside her while they kissed. She put her feet down on the bed and lifted herself off him. His cock slipped from her and it made her gasp. She kneeled with him, kissing and touching.

  “Lay back...sit on the pillows,” she said, guiding him with her hands.

  He sat up on the bed, his eyes glassy with awesome lust for the girl from his past. His unbuckled jeans slid down his thighs, his cock wagged. She tugged his jeans at his ankles, pulled his big boots up onto their bed. She straddled his knees, her hands going behind her to unclasp her bra.

  “Stroke it for me, Dino,” she whispered.

  He lay back in her marital bed and watched her reveal herself completely to him. Her bra came free and was thrown to the floor. He leaned against the headboard, his two big hands wrapping around his gorgeous cock and he stroked himself for her. She touched between her legs and watched her lover. Watched his foreskin peel and pucker. So perfect in his double grip.

  She walked up his thighs, climbed him, his hands went to her back now and their lips found each other. She worked higher up his hips, her feet tucked over his thighs. Her hand reached back, their kiss broke and they stared into one another. She took up his hardness, stroked it lightly, felt her big old friend so familiar in her delicate grip. She smiled and he smiled. Their chests heaved with their breaths. She ran his tip up and down her folds, found her opening and slowly sat back on him, stared into his eyes as he sunk deep inside her body.

  Her mouth quivered, her eyes trembled, she let out a low plaintive forlorn sound. He grunted, his eyes narrowed, and he sucked his plump lips into his mouth. He felt amazing. She knew she felt amazing. Two married lovers risking everything on a sunny afternoon in her marital bed while neighbourhood children played outside their window. Her badness made her belly flutter.

  She rolled her hips in his lap, her pussy sucked on his massive cock. He was buried up inside her, deep and good. She felt the large knot of his glans like a fist in her belly. Her toes curled and her feet dug into his strong thighs for leverage. She stared into him and he bared himself to her. His eyes looked deep into her.

  She was totally naked on her bad boy. The baddest of the bad boys she’d known. He’d almost killed yet another man for her. Twelve years later, their lives separated by other lovers and he still had that passion. He'd heard someone had mistreated her and he took care of it. Her nails stroked his neck, ran through his hair. She hovered over him while she fucked him, looking down and deep into the first love she’d ever had. He was perfect. It was she who was imperfect. He was meant for her. They’d shared so much, had so much in their future. But it wasn’t to be. No house, no marriage, no honeymoon for bad Nia. But he had made her pregnant. That wasn’t to be either.

  Her nails scratched at his neck, she dug into that muscular column and shredded him.

  “Fuck, Nia,” he roared, his hands circling her slender wrists and holding them steady. He'd punished her. He'd taught her a lesson, hadn’t he? She learned. Learned how bad men can be. Dino could be very bad. She smiled at him, her eyes narrow and mean as his size brought her to the edge of orgasm.

  “You’re so fuckin crazy, Nia. Don’t scratch me...Stacy will see.”

  She laughed. She bounced hard on that cock. Raised up high til she felt that big swollen end of his tickle the ring of muscle at her entrance then thrust down deep and hard and fast. Over
and over. Taking his full stroke into her body, her nails dug into him, his hands gripping her, stopping her scratches. She kissed him again, her forceful movements making her kisses wander his chin, his jaw, his neck. She bit him.

  “Fuck,” he roared. She laughed again. He grabbed her roughly and yanked her close to him, her neck snapping with his force. He pinned her light body hard against him and he fucked her now. Drove that thing up inside her. Pounded his hips into hers. She tilted for him, exposed her sex to him, angled for glorious penetration. He fucked her fast. The bed bounced and scraped, the headboard banged against the wall and her wails carried out the open window for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

  “Fuck me, Dino, fuck me,” she cursed. She scratched at his chest now, her hands pinned between them and he squeezed her hard, pinching her hands so she couldn’t get him. A roar built in him. And hearing his freight train orgasm chugging down the track brought hers along as well. Two giant monoliths on undeniable rails heading at dangerous velocity, the same track, the same speed, destined for ruthless head-on destruction.

  “Fuck, Dino, fuck, fuck,” she screamed.

  “Nia, ah fuck,” he roared, the bed banged, its feet scraped, she could feel the movement under her knees.

  They collided. She cried out, and he roared, and his cock surged inside her, swelled wide and hard. She could feel the cable underside flex over and over, felt his glans swell and his hot nectar fill her belly in long forceful streams, splashing and swirling deep inside her with his contracted thrusts.

  His face clenched and she hugged herself to him, felt her pleasure wash over her, heavy at first, crushing her, then swelling underneath and making her light, lifting her from her lover. She raised up and drew in a long ragged breath, witnessing the dirtiness underneath her. Her old love, sweaty, handsome, built, so amazing. His eyes opened, his chest heaved, he glistened with excitement. She saw in his eyes his shame, his infidelity. She watched it wash over him.