Cherry Crush (7 page)

Chan wanted to scream so hard was his cock. He felt aroused to a painful point as he stared at Laney and her beyond-erotic actions.

She was fingering herself right before his eyes! Her skin flushed ever so sweetly, her full lips parted and panting, her hips arching up into her touch.

One finger stimulated her clit while the other was making forays over her labia, teasing the rich pink flesh there.

Her essence flowed over her fingers, dampening her curls, and filling the air with the heady scent of her.

“Chan,” she whimpered, spreading her legs further. “I know you want me. Please, Chan. Give me release.”

And what the hell was he waiting for?

His Laney-kitten had turned into a stunning seductress, intent on ripping his orgasm out of his cock from across the room.

Why was he denying himself? Where had this misplaced sense of over protectiveness come?

Laney waited, ready and willing, and he himself.... He looked down at the tent his hard cock was making out of his robe and shook his head.

He felt more than ready.

He looked to his new lover, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

“Chan?” Laney called out, sliding her finger into herself up to the first knuckle, licking her lips as her hips arched up in wanton abandon. “What are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck me!”

Within moments, he had divested himself of his robe and was nearly flying across the room.

His arms enfolded her, pulling her close to his body, his Roman nose burying in her hair, and hungrily inhaled her scent.

He felt her hands grip around his body, forcing him closer as she began to purr softly, making her actions seem kittenish and innocent.

Slowly, she set out to explore the bounty placed before her.

Chan’s skin was warm to the touch, yielding and supple, while maintaining a firmness that was astounding to her.

“How can you feel so hard and so soft at the same time?” she wondered out loud.

 
Chan answered her with a slight groan, his onyx-colored eyes following the progress of her teasing fingers as they reached a pebbling nipple.

“So pretty,” she breathed, running the pads of her fingers over the dark, berry-colored protrusion.

He hissed, feeling his nipple swell and extend to its fullest.

This seemed to fascinate Laney, because she gently raked her nails over the nubbin before pressing at it gently, massaging away the sting.

“That does things to me, Kitten,” Chan moaned, closing his eyes, sensations shooting straight to his cock

Laney smiled, enfolding him in her fingers, pinching it a little, smiling as his back arched up towards her touch, then fell away as he mouthed another groan.

“Sensitive…,” she breathed.

“Just like yours.” Chan made the colossal effort to reach up and run his fingers over her nipples, smiling as she gasped a little and leaned into his touch. “And if I do it with my mouth….” He began to sit up, but Laney again beat him to the punch.

Before he got very far, she leaned over and attached herself to one nipple, sucking the tight, sensitive skin into her mouth.

“Shit! Laney!”

Laney chuckled, and he understood that she was amused that she had drawn such a sound from him, and all from a little suckling. But he knew that what made her vagina leak and her labia throb was the simple curse word she had drawn from his lips.

He reached around her, wanting nothing more than to throw her underneath her and slam his throbbing cock deep inside her wet heat, but common sense prevailed. He held his control and let her set the pace, content to run his hands up and down the sleek, sweat-dampened skin of her back.

She licked and lapped her way to his other nipple, leaving a tingling wetness on his chest that when combined with the cool air in the bedroom made his nipples extra hard and throbbing. In reaction, his cock lurched against the cleft of her ass, dampening it with the dribbles of his pre-cum that began to freely flow.

He groaned and arched his back, purposely running his turgid length against the soft plump skin of her ass. He could feel her wet welcome pooling against his abdomen. It felt like liquid lava on his skin.

“You.” She paused to lick his skin, writhing against the hardness against her ass, almost as if she wanted him to put it in a much more hungry and empty place. “You,” lick, “taste,” lick, “divine.”

She wiggled lower, and Chan almost lost it feeling her soft breasts with their erect nipples drag down the damp path made buy her seeking lips and tongue.

“I am sure,” he gritted out, eyes squeezed tight, “that you taste—divine.”

“Mmm. You flatter me.”

“If I were not shackled by this damn sense of honor, I would have you on your back, your legs spread wide for my pleasure, howling while I bring you to your peak with my tongue, not allowing you to tumble over.”

She jerked to a halt at his heated words, her eyes growing first wide, then glazing over as her passions rose.

“Your voice,” she groaned, dropping her head to his stomach. “You could make me come with your voice alone. It’s like…like chocolate and velvet.”

She sat up, bracing her hands on his chest, and slid up his body to hover just above his face, her lips lightly brushing his, inhaling his exhaled breaths.

“Shall I?” he asked, pushing his tongue between that perfectly formed mouth to lick at his lips, coating him before taking delicate sips from their soft surface. “Shall I whisper of the delights you will find in my arms? Shall I speak of things too dark and naughty to share with polite company? Shall I toss off his veneer of humanity and take you as I wish, as the predator claims its mate?”

She tensed, her whole body writhing against him. Her legs parted and fell to either side of his slim hips, and she pressed her drenched pussy against the root of his burning hot cock.

“Please?”

With that one whispered word, his control broke.

Snarling, he rose, wrapping his arms around her body before slamming her into the warm spot his body had made while he lay there supine, trapped against the prison of her making.

Laney let out a squeak that he quickly swallowed up with his mouth slamming over hers.

He groaned, her taste exploding over his senses with the flavors of lemon, mint, and the exquisite chocolate taste of his Laney-kitten.

She moaned into his mouth. Struggling to hold back the caws that told of his nature, he felt his human senses vie with his animal instincts to just lay claim to her, to pound her into submission, to mark her so that no other male would dare to put their hands on his mate.

“Chan,” she gasped, pulling her mouth free, feeling the temperature in the room steadily rise. The heat generated between the two of them made her break out in a hot sweat, their skin slithering against each other a slippery wet marvel.

“Beloved,” he whispered, running nips and kisses down her neck and to her shoulders, instinctively seeking out the perfect spot to mark her as his. “You will burn,”

He melted down her body, making sure that she felt every inch of his hungry body and hard cock sliding down, licking and savoring the taste of her with a series of dark clicks and moans.

Her hips arced up into his body, and her hands buried themselves in his hair while he dropped steadily lower and lower.

“Cool silk,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He paused for a moment and then tugged against her grip, groaning at the tugging sensation in his head. It was a personal pleasure to have his hair pulled, and he relished the slight sting of it.

“Sweet honey,” he crooned, moving down her body further, nuzzling through the trimmed thatch of hair that guarded her swollen labia and throbbing clit from his advances. “I can smell you,” he added, his voice deep and dark as the night. “I can inhale your essence, Kitten. It makes me want to drown myself in you.”

Then he slid back enough to spread her thighs wide and make room for himself between them

Laney blushed while he gripped her hips and eased them up over his own thighs, spreading her wide, feeling his eyes take in every swollen dew-drenched inch of her.

“En-enjoying the view?” she moaned, looking away as if struggling to look anywhere but at his intent face and rapt expression.

“Why, yes I am,” he breathed, reaching out to brush a finger over her clit and the swollen lips that it hid. “Your scent is amazing.” He licked his lips, arching an eyebrow when she continued to look elsewhere. “Your little curls are far softer than I would have imagined, Kitten. You maintain your garden well.”

He chuckled softly at the darker blush that flowed up from her full breasts to her still-averted face.

“Your little lips seek to protect your secrets from me, but I am a persistent man, Kitten. I am a jealous man. Your body’s defenses will not keep me from what I seek.”

Again, he ran his fingers over her groin, noting the darker pigmentation at the labia and the mouth of her slick and shiny vagina, collecting the moisture and bringing it slowly to his lips.

Reaching out with his free hand, he turned her head until she faced him. When he had her full attention, he drew his dripping fingers deep into his mouth, sucking her essence from them and closing his eyes at the exquisite dark taste of her.

“Perfection.” He smiled after pulling his fingers free, his eyes opening to stare into hers, holding her prisoner with his gaze.

“I will have more of you, Laney.” He smiled at the look of mingled lust and shock that spread across her face. “I will lick and suck straight from the source.”

She whined, and he looked down to see her labia spasm, clenching no doubt at the empty feeling that surely was taking over her senses.

“Oh yes, you want me,” he growled before wrapping both hands around her hips and hefting her higher.

“Here.” He ran his fingers over her, between the lips of her labia, pressing against her hooded clit, before moving past the opening to her body. “Here, Laney, is where I will sheath my sword.”

His fingers trailed lower then, across her perineum and lower to the puckered entrance of her anus.

“Later, I will pierce you here as well,” he murmured, watching as she squirmed, looking shocked that caresses in such a place could feel so good. “Surprised?” he asked, running his finger around the soft skin of her anus. “Amazed that I would want to take you here? But that is not all, Kitten. I long to bury my tongue there, to taste even the most forbidden parts of you, to know you as fully as a man can know a woman.”

Again he caressed her there, watching as her cheeks clenched and quivered at the gentle touches that stimulated more nerve endings than she knew existed.