A Taste of Cherie - Sex Stories

A Taste of Cherie

... this before, but also incredibly excited. I give her an encouraging nod.

She starts with my feet. She kisses their tops softly, cradling them lovingly in her hands. She handles them as if they are incredibly precious, loved and cherished. Even fragile, which I find strange because I don't think of myself that way.

She moves on, tossing a cautious smile in my direction as she caresses my shins and calves. Her kisses travel up my body, towards my thighs. She places a kiss on each knee, while caressing me with her impossibly soft and delicate fingers. She's a dream. An angel.

Our breathing grows shorter and more tinged with erotic excitement as she reaches my thighs. She glances at me again, but this time she's not seeking my approval. She's seeing if I share her arousal. I lay back, and let a low groan escape my lips. She works her hands up over my thighs, and kisses the insides on either side of my groin. Her hands rove over my skin, and she gently cradles my scrotum. She licks me softly, running her soft pink tongue around the base of my shaft. Then suddenly, she takes my cock in her mouth, very gently. She looks up, smiling with her eyes as she slowly moves up and down my cock. I can feel my precum leaking. She licks her lips and keeps going, and it feels better than anything.

But I stop her. I grab a fist of her hair and gently pull, bringing the rest of my angel along with it. She cast a loving glance downward and then connects with my gaze. I wipe her mouth ...

... with a sheet, and a sheepish grin appears on her face.

"That's enough, Cherie. If I cum now, I won't be able to cum inside you."

She beams with pride.

"Are you done worshipping me?"

She shakes her head, no, and goes back down, kissing my stomach and then my chest. Her hands travel the contours of my torso adoringly, and she slowly pushes herself higher, kissing my neck. She moves faster, as if building towards a crescendo. Suddenly we're face to face, and she kisses my lips aggressively, as if her life depends on it. I embrace her and kiss her back, encircling her in my powerful arms. I pin her on her back once, more, letting my hair dangle over her face. She bites her lip, but her nervousness is overcome with pride as she gazes into my eyes.

"My king!" she whispers.

I let out an approving grunt and slowly take her arms, forcing them above her head. Then I take her thighs, and bend them double so that her ass is exposed. She knows what's happening, and puts up a symbolic struggle. She flexes her arms and kicks her legs, but my weight pins her down effortlessly. As soon as she realizes she is helpless, she lets out a short gasp, and looks at me expectantly.

I take my cock in my hand and slide it inside her pussy. Her thighs flex sensuously as she receives me, and she inhales sharply. I begin to fuck her—slowly at first. She bites her lip a little and lets her eyes flutter shut. Then I pick up speed. Her breath grows ragged and her pussy tenses around my ...