Attractions of the Heart

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by Cheri Crystal


  Angel looked radiant as she came back to her seat and, impulsively, I kissed her on the lips. She flashed me one of her dazzling smiles, took my hand in hers, and lifted it to her lips. I placed my hand on her knee and slowly made my way up toward her inviting crotch. There were people all around us, which only made me more excited. I was so turned on that I would have fucked her in Grand Central Station during rush hour. Applause erupted just as I reached the goal. I lost track of which category they were up to as I focused on Angel’s need. I imagined I could feel her stiff clit under my fingertips, so swollen and hard that even her pants couldn’t conceal its prominence. She twitched when I fingered her. My nipples hardened and the muscles tightened deep within my pelvis.

  I need the restroom,” she whispered urgently in my ear and got up suddenly.

  She made it almost out of the auditorium before I followed.

  I couldn’t believe I was doing this. My heart thumped hard, and it wasn’t just from the steep incline of the auditorium and my three-inch heels. Each step squeezed my swollen clit and clinched my resolve to throw myself at Angel’s mercy as I quickly headed to the ladies room. I made it there in record time.

  Angel turned around as if expecting me and put her award down on the counter. I practically flung myself at her, frantic for the taste of her lips, kissing her as I made my way down to her breasts, unbuttoning two at a time.

  She stopped me. “Hey, who’s the butch here, anyhow?”

  “You are, but I want you so badly, I can’t help it. Besides, you like to think you’re so tough, but I know what a mush you really are.”

  She laughed. “So take me, then.”

  As I fumbled with her shirt, she led us into a stall. Since I was all over her, she barely got the door locked. Possessively, she wrapped her arms around me. Now look who was taking whom! Relinquishing control for the moment, I felt safe in her embrace. Never having felt this way about anyone, I trusted her implicitly. The restroom was empty and the thought that someone could walk in at any moment titillated me. I soaked through my panties. If we kept up this fevered pitch, I was going to come and it was going to be quick. I was on the brink and she hadn’t even touched me yet.

  I pushed up her bra and pulled one well-rounded, delicious nipple into my mouth. I was teasing it with my teeth and tongue when she stopped me.

  “Oh, God, not like this.”

  “Was it too hard?”

  “No, perfect. Just perfect. But let’s get out of here. Our first time needs to be better than this.”

  “What could be better than being with you?”

  “Let’s get out of here.”

  “But what about your publisher’s reception?”

  “We’ll come back, maybe. I’m so hard. I need you now. My hotel is around the corner.” She interlaced her fingers in mine and grabbed the award with the other hand. “Come on.”

  We practically ran to the hotel. The night air cooled my flushed, hot skin, but it did nothing to alleviate the fire inside. We reached the lobby of the hotel in record time and made out in the elevator on the way up to her room.

  Shivering from anticipation, I knew in my heart that I was about to embark on new territory and realize my dream. Suddenly, I knew what I wanted and I was surer than ever. The mere thought of her kissing me, caressing me—fucking me, made me wet. The reality of it overwhelmed me. I felt as if I had finally arrived at the place I was supposed to be.

  Angel didn’t waste any time getting her key out and opening the door. In one fluid motion, she lifted me into her arms and carried me across the threshold. My limbs were putty. Again, I relinquished all control to her. She set me down beside the bed.

  My strapless Lycra dress slipped off easily as Angel grasped the hem and pulled it down. She sucked on my neck as she removed the frilly black Victoria’s Secret bra that wasn’t a secret anymore and playfully teased at my breasts. She returned her attention to my waiting mouth and penetrated me with her tongue. I heard myself moan as her thigh made its way up against my clit. I had my hands on her head, pulling her as close as I could.

  Angel moved away just long enough to kick off her boots, remove her shirt, sports bra, pants, and underwear. She was a true redhead. I smiled. Her curves were beautifully accentuated with smooth muscles that rippled slightly with exertion. Her skin was a creamy white that I often dreamed about. She was flawless. We backed onto the bed, her touch never leaving my tingling skin.

  “Please…I need you…inside.”

  “Soon. Let me look at you first.”

  She removed my lace panties, slowly torturing me as she spread my legs as far as they would comfortably go. She licked her finger and opened my lips before touching my tender, swollen clit. I thought I would die.

  “You are just as beautiful as I imagined you’d be.” She continued to stroke the length of my clit on either side with her thumbs, slowly easing her finger inside me.

  “And you’re better than your sexiest character.” I dug my nails into her arms, and she didn’t even flinch.

  “Deeper,” I begged, but she took her time. “I’m going to come.”

  “No, hold on. I want to taste you.”

  Before I knew it, she had my clit in her mouth and was sucking it in a way that I had never felt before. I was so wet, so close…instinctively she looked up for a second. “Soon,” she said.

  And I obeyed.

  The hints and the innuendos in a year’s worth of e-mail and chat had prepared me for this moment. I wanted her in ways I never trusted any woman before. She inserted one, two, and then four fingers inside me as she consumed my pussy and covered every inch of my exposed flesh with purposeful kisses. The combined effort was sensational. Enthralled, I held my breath to avoid even the slightest distraction each time I got closer to orgasm. I didn’t care if I died from asphyxiation.

  “I want all of you. I want your entire hand inside me,” I said.

  “Have you ever?”

  “No, but I want to with you.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked.

  “Yes…please.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. I trust you. Please, Angel. Take me. Fuck me, please.”

  “Can you relax for just a minute, baby? I won’t do that without lube.”

  “Okay,” I said shakily. I didn’t want her to leave for a second, but her concern that I not be hurt touched me.

  She was only gone a moment or two, and after a hot, reassuring kiss, her slick hand was between my legs again. Carefully watching my expression, she guided her fist inside me tentatively, at first compressing her fingers to fit in the tight space. I leaned on my elbows to watch as she skillfully guided her cupped hand up and in me as high as it would go. It cut like a knife at first but then, ooh, it felt soooo good in a wicked way. The more turned on I became, the more delicious it felt.

  A mixture of concern and awe on her face made me feel special—loved, even. She looked like she was in a wonderful place and I was right there with her. I concentrated on relaxing as she worked her hand inside me, but my muscles had a mind of their own, tensing and flexing with each thrust. I swallowed her up as she went deeper still. Watching her excited me further until I could not bear it any longer. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation as she eagerly entered me at an increased pace. I brought my legs up over her shoulders. She fit inside of me perfectly. I was so wet, and I cried out in ecstasy again and again with each thrust. “Harder, harder.” I was so close—the rougher the better.

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure! Do it! I’m almost there.”

  The last thrust accompanied by one last lick sent me convulsing as I came all over Angel’s hand. I shuddered again, letting the orgasm take me over and over again until the last ripple ceased and all I could feel was the calm of a warm glow. It was everything I’d imagined my first time being fisted would be, but more importantly, it was Angel who took me to that special place. Slowly, she removed her hand, taking her sweet time,
and when she licked her fingers, I quivered. “Ooh, baby.”

  “You like?” She kissed my thigh, her voice sounding smug.

  “Oh, I like. Come here. I want to give you an award for outstanding performance.

  “Two awards in one night. I don’t know if I can take it.”

  “You can take anything you want.” I stretched out, showing her all I had to offer and delighted at the look of desire in her eyes. There was so much I wanted to give her. “Turn over. I want to please you in every way.”

  Luckily, I had poured over Angel’s every word and knew what she liked, but I was happy I had a few tricks of my own. I dipped my fingers into her pussy and used her juices to coat her breasts with a fine silken sheen. Her nipples hardened as I continued the massage. She moaned and began to thrust her hips towards my hands. The first taste of her lust-coated breasts hit me hard right in the groin. I loved the feeling of power and longing. I repeated my actions until I’d licked her clean. All the while, I was growing hotter and closer to another climax.

  “You…are a fucking goddess. Lower, please.”

  “In time.” I could tease too.

  She half laughed, half groaned.

  “What’s the matter? Can’t you take a bit of your own medicine?”

  “I can if you want it back double the dose.”

  I wasn’t deterred by her threats. I took my time to commit every inch of her rock hard body to memory; the heat of her pussy, the sheets now soaked with our lust, and the fragrant musk that filled the room…I finally focused on her most pressing need. I parted her folds and dug the heel of my hand into her clit while penetrating her deeper, faster, and harder than I’d ever wanted to fuck a woman before.

  Her reactions reassured me that I was a bona fide sex goddess. There was no stopping me now. She reached her climax moments before I did and we clung to each other panting and sweating profusely in the ecstasy of it all.

  Now sated, we dressed, freshened up, and walked back to the auditorium hand in hand with the gentle breeze in our hair and lightness in our step. Her arm was draped protectively around my shoulder, and I had my arm around her waist with my hand in her back pocket. She kissed my neck and I pulled her closer. Finding my soul mate on the Internet was unbelievable enough, but our first encounter and my first experience with fisting exceeded my wildest fantasy. We made it back to our seats just in time for the lights to come up, signaling the ceremony was over. If we had been missed, nobody mentioned it.

  Angel accepted congratulations from all who offered them, and then finally reached for my hand. She smiled at me and I melted at the heated promise in her eyes.

  We both had won debut awards.

  Climbing Rocks

  Sabrina Alverez had always wanted to see the panoramic view of the Sierra Nevada from Moro Rock in Sequoia National Park. What she hadn’t figured on was casting her glance on her savoir, Park Ranger Lacey Anderson, instead. Was it luck, fate, or both that Lacey was there to rescue Sabrina?

  I met Lacey Anderson on a rock. Not just any rock, but Moro Rock in Sequoia National Park, somewhere shy of 6,725 feet in elevation.

  After college, a couple of my sorority sisters and I planned a cross-country trip for our last hurrah before we entered the work force. At the last minute, my friends bailed on me, but I decided to go anyway. I didn’t mind traveling alone from New York to California while I fantasized about the ultimate hiking adventures and mapped out an all-inclusive itinerary. I didn’t know when I would get another opportunity to climb Moro Rock and headed over to the landmark the first sunny day.

  So there I was, halfway to heaven, dizzy and immobilized as I clung to the giant monolith. The metal railing offered no comfort and neither did controlled breathing and meditation exercises. I tried to relax one muscle group at a time and ended up holding onto the rock for dear life. I nearly passed out, partly from the elevation, but mostly from hyperventilation.

  With a pounding heart and dry mouth, I felt like a heart attack waiting to happen at the ripe old age of twenty-two. It didn’t matter that I had just completed the NYC marathon and beat my best time in four years. Physically, I could run to the top of this mountain without breaking a sweat, but psychologically, I was incapacitated.

  Get a grip, Sabrina!

  The internal scolding did nothing for my courage. Irrational fear kept me from enjoying the breathtaking panorama of the Sierra Nevada. I longed to see the Great Western Divide, but instead, I was looking at a rock when my eyes weren’t cemented shut. Another silent pep talk and at least I was able to realize that this had to be among the most incredible backdrops I had ever seen. I didn’t dare look down at the spectacular view of the San Joaquin Valley floor, so I looked up instead. That’s when the most incredible sight of all appeared as if by divine intervention.

  Heading my way was a slender, long-limbed, blonde-haired apparition in a full forest ranger uniform. The woman captivated me with her piercing blue eyes that matched the sky on a crystal clear day. She drew closer, and I lost my bearings.

  “May I help you, Miss?”

  Her tone was professional, yet concerned. Up close, her skin was as white as the cumulus clouds that surrounded us. I managed a weak reply before I remembered my fear of heights. A warm smile lit up her entire face despite the shadow cast by her ranger’s hat. Looking at her deep dimples quashed what was left of my breath. The last thing I recalled before I passed out was the dead weight of my body as my knees buckled.

  When I came to, an angel peered down at me.

  “What…Where am I?”

  “Good, you’re awake.” She had my wrist in her hand, feeling for a pulse. I’m sure I had one and it was mighty fast from her touch. She leaned back on her heels. “You’re on Moro Rock in Sequoia National Park. You fainted. Lucky I caught you before your head hit the rocks.”

  Suddenly speechless, I imagined I had died and gone to this better place. Was I dreaming or was this goddess for real? She gave me water from her canteen. I drank greedily from her cup.

  “Sip it slower or you’ll choke.” When I had my fill, she took the cup from my hand and stuffed it in her backpack. “What’s your name?”

  “Sabrina. Sabrina Alverez.” I started to get up, but got dizzy again.

  “Stay put. I’m Lacey Anderson, a park ranger.”

  While in her presence, the feeling returned to my paralyzed limbs, but my head was still spinning. I prayed I wouldn’t barf. I can’t explain it except that my irrational fear was replaced by a different reason for this autonomic response. Either it was love at first sight or I was getting delirious from a lack of oxygen. There was no way to know.

  Park Ranger Lacey Anderson reminded me of a Nordic princess, a knight in shining armor, and a genie all rolled into one. She was not my original idea of your average bear, Smokey. I wondered if Lacey could put out the forest fire that raged deep within my belly. Maybe not, but she cut into my thoughts.

  “I’m going to help you get down from here. You think you feel strong enough to sit up?”

  I tried to rise and wobbled. I wasn’t too dizzy to notice the swell of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt when she reached into her breast pocket for a small flashlight, although I couldn’t stand up if my life depended on it. The breathtaking view made me more lightheaded.

  “Are you okay?” She appeared worried, but her furrowed brow only made her look more captivating.

  “Fine,” I managed. She took out a blood pressure cuff, and I helped her roll up my sleeve. “Are you a doctor?”

  “No, but I’m trained in first aid and CPR. I also volunteer for an ambulance corps.”

  I tried relaxing my arm despite the strangling cuff, but she had to repeat the procedure.

  “Rain clouds are on their way, and we can’t be up here in case there’s an electrical storm. Do you think you can walk?”

  Just then, a burst of thunder sounded in the distance. I involuntarily jumped and so did she.

  “We have to get out of here.
Now!”

  “I can’t,” I whined.

  “You have no choice.”

  “I know this is ridiculous, but I’m afraid of heights.”

  “I’ll help you. Now, let’s go!”

  “No, you go. I’m petrified.” I started to shake and couldn’t stop the tremors.

  “You’ll be more petrified if you get hit by lightning,” she said emphatically when I wouldn’t move. I couldn’t move. Then she pulled me to my feet by my hands and lifted me slightly off the ground. As much as I liked the feel of her touch, I couldn’t get my legs to cooperate. Looking down, I realized she was still holding my hands. I took a deep breath as renewed strength helped me to stand up straight and get firm footing. I was a few inches taller and close to fifteen pounds of muscle heavier than her. Lacey was fit, but her thin build looked like it was no match for mine. When I didn’t budge, she tried a different tactic.

  “Sabrina, look at me.” That was easy with her sharp, rugged good looks. The contradiction of her features, tough and pretty at the same time, was dazzling. “Don’t look down whatever you do,” she instructed, backtracking off the mountain while keeping her gaze glued on my face.

  How am I supposed to keep my eyes off her breasts, her flat stomach, and her long, lean legs under the green work pants?

  “And don’t touch the railing,” she warned as the storm moved closer. After bursts of thunder and bolts of lightning flashed in the distance, big raindrops pelted my head and splattered on the ground beneath my feet. The wet surface became slippery, and luckily, we both had on sure-grip hiking boots or we would have ended up on our backsides.

 

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