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Damn, he had always had a weakness for cherries. He knew he shouldn’t, yet when she offered him the spoon, its head filled with a blend of fluffy white vanilla and thick gooey cherry, he couldn’t resist and obediently opened his mouth to accept the sweet treat. The taste of it flooded his senses, as deliciously bitter as it was sweet, and he swallowed it all greedily. Yet as she pulled the spoon away, a single creamy drop escaped the corner of his mouth and ran wetly down his chin. He moved to brush it aside, but Rebecca’s spoon was quicker, and she scooped up the droplet before bringing it to her own lips.
“Mmm…delicious,” she moaned, and he realised it wasn’t the ice cream’s bitter-sweet flavour she had tasted, but his own. Seeming to sense his scrutiny, she suddenly stilled, and when their eyes met, they both knew the truth.
Heart pounding, he reached out and took the utensil from her before hurling it aside with a flick of his wrist. Then they came together, and he could feel his head spinning as their lips met. Rebecca didn’t hesitate; the ice cream carton was gone, discarded. He knew not where or when, and she was upon him, straddling his waist. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him hungrily, her lips parting and her small tongue pressing against his lips, demanding entry.
Richard knew he should stop this before things went too far, but his body was acting on its own and his mouth opened to accept her, passionately returning the kiss as his hands seized her backside and crushed her to him. She tastes like…cherries.
Surrendering to the moment, a low growl rumbled through him as he lost himself in the intoxicating sweetness of her lips. He could feel her breasts pressing against him as her tongue ran wild within his mouth, brushing over his teeth and tickling the roof of his orifice. She let out a small moan as his tongue slipped over hers and hotly twirled around the probing muscle, pressing it back into the warmth of her mouth. All too aware of his fully engorged arousal straining for release from its tight confines, he used his hold on her buttocks to draw her closer, letting her feel the effect she was having on him as their tongues danced. Whimpering with pleasure, Rebecca eagerly responded by rocking her hips against his own and a hot shiver ran down his spine as he felt the damp heat of her desire through the mesh of garments.
Only when his breath was exhausted, and the need for air utterly dire, did he break the kiss. Yet drunk on her sweetness, he couldn’t stop; grabbing deep ragged breaths, he swooped down and began to nip a trail of fire from the sensitive spot just under her ear, down the soft slope of her neck, and to the exposed crook of her shoulder. Gasping hotly in a mixture of pleasure and pain at every tiny subtle bite, Rebecca tilted her head back, exposing more skin for him to kiss as her fingers tangled in his hair, a ragged moan escaping her as his tongue traced the ridge of her collarbone.
Richard didn’t care that he was leaving marks, that the girl’s neck was red and glistening; he couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough. He was addicted to her taste, her scent, the softness of her skin, and even the very feel of her writhing against him drove him wild; but it wasn’t enough.
Tight and firm, her lace covered buttocks filled his hands nicely and he couldn’t resist squeezing the luscious mounds, making the beauty moan, before trailing his hands up along her sides, mentally mapping the sensual curves before hooking a finger over the robe’s belt. With a quick tug, the tie came undone, and the garment fell open. Keeping one hand locked to her narrow waist, the other slid beneath the folds of the robe to explore the previously hidden delights. Softer than silk but hot to the touch, her skin trembled at his lightest contact and he ran his fingers teasingly over the bumps of her ribs before coming to her bosom.
His hand moulded to her left breast, eager digits kneading the soft, supple flesh whilst his thumb and forefinger rolled the pebbled nipple. Thrilled by his touch, she arched her back, pressing her cleavage further into his palm, and moaned in utter wonder as he trailed his tongue along her collarbone in small gentle kisses, soothing the bite marks, her fingers tugging at his hair each time his thumb playfully squeezed her pert bud.
"Oh Mr Martin…mmm…yessss…harder!" she gasped, her breathing ragged with barely suppressed moans, before bowing her head and plunging her tongue into his ear, arousing him further.
His cock jumping at the strange sensation, Richard growled before releasing his hold on her breast and rearing backwards, ceasing his attentions to her neck, drawing an all too audible whimper of protest from Rebecca. Paying no mind to her discontent, he reached up with both hands and pushed the robe off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her flawless ivory skin naked to his eyes, except for a matching thong of black lace. He wantonly devoured the sight of her near naked beauty. Lithe and willowy, she had a swimmer’s body and though he was accustomed to the sight of her flat stomach and long shapely legs, it was as if he were seeing her for the first time. Full and firm, her tear-drop shaped breasts rose and fell with her every breath. Their milky complexion contrasted perfectly with her dusky pink nipples.
“I know they’re…not very big,” admitted Rebecca, her voice flat and barely above a whisper, drawing his attention up to her face as she disentangled her fingers from his hair to cross her arms over her chest. She couldn’t meet his gaze and all the confidence was leeching from her features to leave an unmistakable mask of doubt, perhaps even fear; fear that he might find her unsatisfactory or repulsive.
The very idea filled him with such sour emotion that he was almost overwhelmed by the urge to crush her to him and promise her she was beautiful. Instead, he raised his hand to her wrists and gently lowered her arms. “No Rebecca, they’re perfect; you’re perfect.”
She looked at him in alarm, her eyes misty with tears, yet before she could speak, his lips touched hers in a kiss. It was sweet and tender, and she didn’t resist. When he pulled away, she tried to follow, but he swooped down and took her right nipple between his lips, making her gasp in pleasure. She arched into his touch, giving him easier access to her ample cleavage as his tongue playfully circled her nipple, drawing tantalising rings of fire around the stiff bud before sensually grazing it with his teeth.
“Ohhh…Mr Martin!” she moaned; he could feel her rocking earnestly against the bulge of his arousal. Her small hands moved to claw at his head, seizing great clumps of his raven locks before running down his neck and roaming the broad plane of his shoulders and back, his muscles bunching and contracting at the feel of her nails scraping through the thin cotton of his shirt. Shivering in a mix of pleasure and agony at her sharp touch, his hand moved back up to roughly knead her neglected breast while his lips continued their assault. No longer teasing, he began to suckle ravenously, his tongue skilfully flicking across her nipple while the rough pad of his thumb massaged its twin, enjoying the way she responded to his every touch.
No match for such an onslaught, Rebecca’s head tipped back. She uttered a torrent of delightful sounds as she basked in the sensations he was stirring within her. Moaning and writhing against the trapped bulge of his arousal, her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her digits clumsy from her inexperience and desperation to rid him of the garment. When the last popped free, the shirt fell open and her hand moved down between their bodies, cupping the weight of his cock through his trousers.
“So-so big…” she gasped out hotly and he couldn’t help uttering a low moan against her breast at the feeling of her fingers closing around him, her palm jerking up and down as she massaged his length. “Ooh God; please…take me to bed, Mr Martin!”
With his mind fogged by lust, Richard couldn’t resist her and released her breast before seizing her buttocks with both hands and standing up from the ottoman. Squealing with delight, Rebecca crossed her legs over his waist and wrapped her arms securely around his neck, effectively clinging to him for dear life as he hoisted her up and carried her out of the living room and into the darkened hallway. Though this was the first time he’d been in this part of the Blaire’s flat, as its layout was identical to that of his own, it was easy for him to navigate the gloom of the narrow antechamber towards the minor bedroom at its end, which he guessed was Rebecca’s. He was tempted to try for the handle, but the feeling of Rebecca’s lips on his neck persuaded him there was no time. One good kick was all he needed to have the door swing open.
Rebecca’s room was bright and vibrant, with pale blue wallpaper and polished pine furnishings. Framed posters of various animals hung on the walls, as well as a wall-mounted Sony combi, LCD television and DVD player, and a divan double bed that dominated one corner of the room. Approaching the side of the bed, he dropped her unceremoniously upon the divan, causing the girl to squeal with alarm, before stepping back and shrugging off his shirt. As the garment pooled around his feet, he felt goosebumps erupting over his arms as the chilly air touched his skin. Despite the cold, the ache in his groin had grown almost unbearable, and he quickly stepped out of his shoes and socks before pushing both his trousers and boxers down his legs, sighing with relief as his painfully stiff erection burst free of its confines.
Rebecca could only gasp, her big doe eyes shamelessly drinking in the sight of his masculinity before a hungry smile turned her lips. Feeling the heat of her gaze lingering upon him, Richard couldn’t resist smirking before moving to join her on the black sheets. Relishing the image of her spread out beneath him, his eyes fixed on his last obstacle. Reaching out, he hooked his fingers under the hem of her panties, now visibly damp and glistening with dew, and dragged the sodden garment down her legs, leaving her completely exposed to his ravenous gaze.
Visibly trembling, Rebecca opened her legs, inviting him to continue. His mouth watering at the sight of her sex, he tossed the garment aside before leaning forward, drawn by the heady scent of her arousal, to hover above her folds.
“Mr Martin?” Her breath was shaky with need and impatience, as she watched him. “What are you do-ohhh!” The words fell into a long moan as his mouth descended upon her.
Plunged into a world of sensory delights, he thrust his tongue into her molten depths, stroking her plush inner-walls. She had a spiced, tangy flavour, and he was immediately addicted.
“Mmm…that feels so good…Mr Martin…” gasped Rebecca, her sweet voice breathless with pleasure as his tongue explored her channel. Savouring the taste of her, Richard held nothing back and ate her greedily. His tongue lapped and twirled, drawing a maze of intricate patterns across her inner walls before suddenly withdrawing between his jaws, only to plunge deeper into her centre.
Her hips jumped against him and he glanced up to see her head rolling back, her eyes closed and mouth open in a long moan. Grinning inwardly at the look of pleasure etched upon her features, he slid her legs over his shoulders before seizing her buttocks, supporting her weight easily, and drawing her closer while swirling his tongue around the deepest part of her, making her buck and cry with pleasure.
“Ohhhhhhhh!!!” she moaned before seizing white knuckled handfuls of the sheets, her hips rolling wantonly against his mouth, demanding more.
“Mmm…you’re delicious,” he murmured against her flesh, rolling his tongue to the rhythm of her body and feeling his cock jump as her sounds of pleasure sent a pulse of electrified excitement coursing through his nerves. Absorbing everything he was doing to her, Rebecca could only writhe and moan as her senses were overloaded and he could feel the mounting tension within her as she approached her heavenly summit.
Far from finished with her, however, Richard withdrew his tongue from her heat and drew it gently up her folds to teasingly circle her clitoris before closing his mouth over the beauty’s swollen bud, a grin crossing his thin lips at her sudden cry of rapture.
“Ohhh-shit-yesss!” she shrieked, her big brown eyes dark with lust, widening to the size of saucers as his lips wrapped around the tiny bud and drew it into the heat of his mouth, suckling it. When his tongue flicked it, slender fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him closer as her hips bucked wildly against his orifice. “Ugh-right there…don’t stop-ahhh-yes, yes, yes, YES!”
He focused all his attention on that small bundle of nerves, delighting in her cries of ecstasy while skilfully swirling his tongue over and around, switching randomly between sharp licks and teasing rolls again and again; keeping her purposefully on edge as the sweet oblivion welled up within her. Clearly unprepared for the rush of sensations, Rebecca could do little more than gasp and pant and cry out in delight, her fingers tugging urgently at his hair whilst her hips bucked and rolled beneath his sinfully wicked motions.
