Whisper That You Love Me - Sex Stories

Whisper That You Love Me

... fuck me.” Our session together was brutal, visceral, energetic and exhausting. As we lay together afterwards trying to catch our breath, Cheryl hiked up on an elbow to face me as I lay on my back gasping. Her fingers traced delicate tracks across my chest and down to my navel. “You probably need to fuck her,” she said softly, still panting a bit. “Cheryl, stop, please.” She shook her head. “She needs you, Drew.” “She’s got plenty of other options.” “None of them are like you. You’ll do her right. You’ll be tender when she wants it. And when she wants to fuck you like we just did, you can do that, too.” “I don’t need or want anyone except you.” She leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. “I can’t be with you all the time,” she said. “That’s not fair. So, when I can’t be here, Dana can get her small piece of heaven.” “Why do you care?” Cheryl rolled away and lay flat on her back. She looked at the ceiling and raised her right arm so that the back of her wrist lay across her forehead. “I’ve been where she is, sort of,” she said. “She wants someone to care for her, to desire her, just like I did. I could share you with her. Just don’t tell me.” “Cheryl, my love, I’ve told you. I have no intention of having sex with her. I was just checking her out, you know? I wasn’t comparing you to her. She was just nice to look at.” She twisted her head toward me. “You’re not going to stop loving me if you screw her, are you?” I chuckled. I was surprised that she cared if I loved her. ...

... We’d avoided that discussion pointedly. “No, Cheryl. I’m not going to stop loving you.” “What if she’s a better lay than I am?” she asked. “I doubt that,” I laughed. “She might be different, but not better.” “I’ll still be afraid she’ll take you away from me.” “And that’s another reason why I’m not doing it.” “Just don’t tell me if you do. Promise?” “No need to make that promise, Cheryl. I’m not.” “Promise me,” she insisted. I sighed. “I promise.” “Good,” she said, sounding perky once again. “Now tell me what we’re doing Wednesday.” ++++ “No lunch in today,” I told Cheryl as she climbed out of our bed on Wednesday morning. “I want to take you out and be seen with you. Besides, I got a big check Monday. We should celebrate.” “So I shouldn’t get my hair wet." She grinned at me. “Up to you,” I told her. “If you want the recently-fucked looked, I’m good with that.” “Uh, I don’t think so.” We rode the bus together down to our little park. “I remember this,” Cheryl said. “It seems like months ago. How long has it been, really?” “Just two weeks.” “Really?” I nodded and took the last two fingers of her right hand in the last two of my left. “Ooo!” she murmured softly. “I remember that!” “You said it was sexy,” I reminded her over a little chuckle. “It is. I like it.” “Me, too.” “So, where are we going?” “This little hole-in-the-wall place I know about. There are like five tables in the whole place, but the food is really, really good.” “You know, I’ll have to punish you if it isn’t?” ...