Cherry Girl (Blackstone Affair) (18 page)

He jerked
up my sports top and growled when my breasts spilled out.  It was a sound of hunger and emotion as he looked at me.  My nipples were already hard, aching to feel his mouth on them again.

I threw my head back into the wall
in ecstasy, when I felt that first exquisite touch of his tongue tasting my skin.  He sucked, and bit, and licked at my nipples, and made me delirious with need.  I held the back of his head to my breasts as he worked them over.

“I need you now,
” he said on a harsh breath.

“Yes…”  Nearly incoherent
with desire, I didn’t care we were in a public room.  Didn’t care.  Didn’t think about anything beyond Neil and being as close together as we could get.

He’d already pulled away and dropped down to his knees.  His hands went up to the waist
band of my yoga pants and yanked them down.  Hard.  Knickers came with.  He put his lips on the mound of my pussy and kissed softly, as if he were giving it a sweet greeting after so long being parted.

Well, it
felt like it.  My body knew his as intimately as was possible to know, and yet, here we were together in a brand new reality.

“Lift your foot
for me,” he said, before dragging my right leg free from knickers and yoga pants in one fell swoop.  He left the other leg alone.  We only needed one side unrestricted to accomplish the goal here.

Neil was back on his feet and kissing me before I could
hardly take a breath, his hand sliding up my hip and over to the front, covering my mound with his whole hand.

“I want you
, Cherry.”  He slid two fingers in between the lips.  “Right here, right now.”  His fingers kept probing me, going deeper through the slick wetness he’d created, to find my clit.

I cried out when he made
contact, the burn so good I knew he’d make me orgasm in another minute.  He plundered my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his fingers, sliding back and forth over my clit until I couldn’t help but shout when the climax hit.  His mouth over mine muffled the volume of my cries as I rode it out on his talented fingers.

I felt him working the front of his joggers with his other hand, getting his cock out and ready for me.

“Here we go, beautiful girl,” he said into my eyes as he lifted my legs off the ground and opened me up.  I felt the head of his cock kiss my entrance an instant before he buried himself deep inside me.  “Fuuuuck,” he moaned, “you’re tight around me.”

“Oh,
God…”  We both paused as we slipped into place together for the first time in many years.  The awareness of what was happening between us, overwhelming.  I let my thoughts drift as I clung to his strong arms.  My back shifted into the soft wall over and over as the deliciously huge length of him stretched me decadently.  In and out.  Faster and harder we worked at it, our mouths glued together, our bodies struggling for the peak until I got there first, my inner walls clamping down reflexively around his cock.

I cried out as it happened,
again, unable to move anymore, only capable of taking what he continued to give me.

Neil’s eyes burned into me a
s he started to come, his penis growing harder and fuller as it jerked and swelled in the peak of his own orgasm.

Time slowed and mellowed, our foreheads
pressed together, Neil still gently rocking into me, but now in the way of a caress.  He kissed me softly, lovingly.  It all felt very beautiful and right, but as my body came down from the high of the sex, reality dawned about what we had just done together.

“I’
m going to put you down, okay?”

I nodded, the lingering pleasure being replaced by worry.

He pulled out of me carefully and set my legs down to the floor, steadying me until I had my balance.  I felt so much wetness this time.  I realized it was more than I’d ever felt before, just as I looked down upon a stream of shiny semen rolling down my thigh.

“Oh no…you didn’t have
a condom.”  I bent down to the floor to franticly thread my foot back into the open leg of my knickers and yoga pants, now feeling panic about what Neil would think, or say.

I pulled them on and my sports top back down to where I was decent and thought about running out the door.  I really did.

Neil must have made an accurate assessment of my emotional state because he grabbed me by the upper arms and held me firmly to him.  “It’s okay, beautiful girl. 
Everything
is okay.”

“But—but we
didn’t use—but you came insi—”

Neil kissed me on the lips, probably to shut me up more than anything, but it did help a
little.  “It doesn’t matter,” he shook his head slowly back and forth, “because I don’t care about condoms anymore with you.”

I started to cry, all the emotion was just too much and I needed some privacy.
  “I—I need to get myself cleaned up and d-dressed to go home.”

“Shh, don’t be scared.  It’s okay, Cherry.  I’ll help you.”  He kept running his hand over my hair as he soothed me with words.

“Neil?”

“I know a place
.  Come with me.”  He held my hand and wouldn’t let go.  Not one time did he release my hand as we took the lift back up to the forty-fourth floor, or later when he snuck us through a back entryway, that led to a locked door, which opened into a private suite behind his office.  “This is mine and nobody else has access but me.”

“I can take a shower?” I asked, now very unsure about everything and everyone.  Even myself.

“Of course.”  He still had my hand in his and brought both up to his lips and pressed them in a soft kiss to the back of mine.

“What happens now
, Ne—”

He kissed me firmly on the mouth,
a demanding kiss of entitlement, his tongue pressing forward to find mine, moving in deep swirls.  He finished in his own time, the intent to take charge of the situation very clear in his method.

“
I’m keeping you here.”

“What?”  I asked him, my arms
now clasped around his neck, holding on to keep my legs from buckling and sending me to the floor.

He
smiled at me and found my lips again for another kiss, this one sweet and gentle and slow.  My legs didn’t feel any stronger.

“
You’re staying with me.  Tonight…in this suite.”

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I knocked.  “Elaina?  Is everything all right?”

Nothing but
the sound of the shower running.

Her silence worried me a little. 
The explosive nature of our reunion only verified how much of a struggle she was having with our training-room shag, and all of the emotions attached to it.  Hell, I was dealing with more emotions than I cared to, myself.  But more importantly, I didn’t want her thinking too much.

Over thinking things was often the path to doom.
  We were both guilty of that one.

No, I
wanted my Cherry Girl alone and private just as we were, dependent upon me to show her the way back…to the idea of us.

My plan was still intact.

I knew what she needed, and I would make sure she got every little bit of it.

I tried the doorknob
after a minute and surprisingly, it opened. I stepped into the steamy air of the bathroom.  There she was just sitting in the shower, her back up against the wall and her arms wrapped around her knees.  She looked lost, biting down on her bottom lip by pulling the whole thing under her teeth.  I wanted to suck and nibble on that bottom lip until she was breathless and not thinking about things that scared her anymore.

My beautiful girl needed
me
right now.  She was also gloriously wet and naked.

I didn’t say anything,
just stripped down to my skin.

Naked was the way to play this. 
There would be no boundaries between us then.   And keeping her naked would keep her in the room with me.  She couldn’t run away if she didn’t have anything to wear.  I had some intelligence after all.

Her eyes flipped
up to watch me as I undressed.  And then, they widened when my shirt came off.  That was the moment I knew.  I knew that she saw it.

I stepped
in and sat down opposite her on the shower floor.  Face to face, body to body, hot water falling between us, droplets from the spray bouncing everywhere, coating our skin and hair.  Wetting us both.

Elaina reached out
her hand and touched my tattoo with trembling fingers.  “You got this to remember us?” she whispered in awe.

“I did.”

“It is beautiful,” she whispered again, as she traced the design with a fingertip, studying the ink carefully.  “A dragonfly in the cherry blossoms…”

“
Beautiful like you, Cherry.”

“Why did you have it done
?—You got it…p-put on after I was…gone?”  Even with all the water falling around us, I could see the tears pooling in her eyes as she asked the questions.

“Because I never stopped
loving you and knew I never would.  I wanted you forever in my skin.”

A
sob came up from out of her throat in a burst of air.  She closed those glassy dark blue eyes of hers, and her whole body softened in what looked like great relief.

“So did I,” she said softly
, her eyes still closed and her lips still quivering.

Then she turned her back to me slowly, her head
tilted to the side, extending her elegant neck.  She reached around and pulled her wet hair off to the left, leaving her right shoulder exposed.  As I gazed at her perfect skin, I almost stopped breathing when I saw the most stunning tattoo of cherry blossoms and branches done in sky blue and pink.  It was very Asian in design and exotically inked, and also larger than I would expect for her slim body.  Elaina didn’t have any other tattoos, so for her to have such an impressive image placed permanently on her back, was a gesture of how meaningful our relationship was to her.

Fate can be beautiful and that wa
s an example of one of those times.  Don’t ever forget such moments...or the gift of them.

My heart skipped a beat or two as I stared.  I’d forgotten about what Ian had told me—his cryptic
drunken comment about me not being the only one to have a cherry blossom tattoo.  I’d been so focused on the events playing out between us, that it had slipped my mind.  She’d never worn any clothes that would allow it to show.

“
I wanted you forever in my skin too, Neil.”

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I traced the air above the design with my finger, just the tiniest little bit above the skin so I wouldn’t wake her. 
I wanted you forever in my skin too, Neil.

My Cherry was in bed with me and she was asleep.  I didn’t want to disturb her but that didn’t stop me from looking and enjoying.

She lay on her side—her body stretched out like a Greek goddess on a dais—the sheet partially draping over her body, but showing enough skin to make me want her again.

The wanting would never be a problem for me.  I only had to think about her naked and I was ready.  I’d had so many years of practice doing that, you see.  Too fuckin’ many.

I vowed I would never be in that situation again with her though.  Aching for her when she was lost to me.  Afraid of trusting in the only person that could make it
right
for my heart.  So much wasted potential.  Wasted time.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

“You’re awake, Cherry Girl?”

She rolled back over
to face me, placing her two hands under her cheek on the pillow.  “I am.”

Her eyes moved
over my face, studying me with the contented expression of a satisfied female.  She looked happy again.  She looked peaceful.

She
had the look of a woman who was staying with me.

An exp
ression I would have killed to have seen, if only for just one time, in the last six years. 

“I was thinking about ho
w beautiful a sight it is to have you naked in my bed.  To have you close enough, where I can reach out and touch your warmth just like this.”

I brought my hand t
o one of her breasts and caressed its softness, plumping the swell first and then ending with my fingers, drawing on her nipple, making it harden.

She
gave me a sexy purr and a half smile.

“To smell the scent of you
and me, after we’ve been making love together.”

I buried my nose at
her chest and drew it up, inhaling the unmistakable smell of sex, mixed with her intoxicating scent.

She arched her body closer and breathed a little heavier
.  My words and deeds were getting her hot.

“To taste the sweet flavor of you.”

I covered her whole mouth with mine and plunged my tongue inside for a thorough taste, while my fingers found their way into her pussy lips for a slippery welcome.  I pulled my hand back and popped those three fingers into my mouth, sucking everything off in a decadent show.

Another sexy moan as her eyes flared wide.
  Yep, she was getting’ hot for more.

“To show you just how much I love you, and that I can never bear to be without any part of you
, ever again.”

She looked down at our bodies under t
he sheets, seeing how hard my cock was, yet again, how much desire I had for her.

“I’m thinking about how I’m the luckiest fuckin’ bastard on the planet because you’re here with me.”

I rolled her onto her back, splitting her legs very wide with my hands behind her knees, making her calves rest on my arms.  I sank my hips down into all that heaven of hers to find my center target.  My cock aligned perfectly against her pussy, and I loved the flare of her eyes, and the breathy sound from her throat, that intimate contact brought out in her as our parts touched.

She wanted more from me and my lad
, and that was pretty much all I needed to know.  Lad was willing, ready and able.  Time to let him go again.

We’d been
shagging determinedly since she showed me her tattoo in the shower.  Making love so many times, I couldn’t imagine she wasn’t sick of me by now.  Not a condom in sight.  Felt too good going bare inside her to even consider.  I hoped she didn’t mind if we had lots of kids because I’d never wrap up again with her.

But
, by some miracle, she wasn’t sick of me, because she her eyes didn’t lie.  She had the look I remembered from long ago.

My beautiful girl
was perfect in every way, and she showed me just how perfect by welcoming me every time.  Every fuckin’ time.  And it was so good.  So good it belied words for expression.

How blessed was I.

“And I can do this,” I murmured roughly, finding her hands with mine and bringing them up over her head, pinning her underneath me, preparing her body to take me in.

She gasped in a breath, her eyes flaring up at me in submissive passion
, her lips parting on the gasp.

I
thrust deeply— as far as I could go—the swift, sweet burn of her tight inner muscles clenching around my cock, in a sensation of pleasure so intense, it pulled a shout from me.

“Ahh
, yes!” she cried, accepting the whole hard length, and curling her fingers into mine where they intertwined.

I was lost
.  We could do this over and over and each time it felt better, more intimate, more effortless in the way we moved together, greater perfection in the way she accepted me.

W
e went slower, at a more leisurely pace, but no less intense than the other times.  Making love to Elaina was not something to be rushed after all.  I would always want to make it last.

I held her arms up
with one hand and filled her with as much of me as I could manage.  Cock, tongue, the fingers of my other hand.  Whatever I could lick, penetrate, suck, or touch on her body, and still keep the pace.

I wanted another explosive climax out of her.  I wanted to see the orgasm on her face when it happened.
I wanted to feel the convulsive grip around my cock, and to hear the words she used to shout at me when she came.

The words.

I wanted the words from my Cherry, again.

Words that meant everything
to me in regards to us.

Our rhythm increased
, long slick slides of coming together, then moving apart before colliding into each other again and again and again.

I helped he
r along by circling her swollen clit with two fingers.

“I’m
—I’m…c-c-coming,” she moaned with the softest whisper, “Neil...” 

Such a beautiful sound and so fuckin’ sexy
, it made me start to go off.  My balls tightened up the instant she told me, rendering me a slave to her sweet cunt wrapped so tightly around my swelling cock.

Say it, Cherry.  Say the words to me.

I kept going, plunging harder…faster…deeper.

She started to shudder and shake.  Her mouth opened in an O and her head fell back, pushing out her breasts in a beautiful arch.

Say it!

I could feel the contractions of her walls grippi
ng and the burn down low, right before the spunk shot up the shaft.

Fucki
n’ say it, beautiful girl.  I was gonna die if I didn’t hear the words from her.

“I love you!” she cried.

“Again,” I returned, still riding her hard.

“I love you
so much, Neil.”

I shattered.

There is no other word to express my experience in that moment.  The orgasm shattered me.  Elaina’s declaration shattered me.  My love for Elaina, and her acceptance of that love, shattered me.  My Elaina loving me back, shattered me.

We crystalized together in a volcanic culmination of intimacy and pleasure that could only be felt.  No description possible.

Minutes later we were still panting.  Bodies still joined, hearts still pounding, separated only by the skin and bone that encased them.

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