Page 28 of My Sweet Cherry
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either, cherry.” I lifted the dress, pulling it over her head when she lifted her arms. Then I dropped it next to my shirt, and I smiled when I saw that she had on the same simple white panties. Was it all she owned?I hoped it was.“It kills me to think you were hurting. That you thought this was anything but real.”
“I never should’ve believed him.” She blushed, resting her forehead against mine and pursing her lips to stretch and meet mine. “Thank you for proving that it is.”
Beth slid off my lap and onto the floor next to the bed. When her lashes fluttered, my heart slammed against my chest. She looked so innocent but so perfect there, looking up at me with her fingers tucked in the waistband of my jeans. I ran my fingers through her hair while she unbuttoned them, and as she pulled the zipper down, my cock rose to attention.
Her breath shook when she tugged the jeans past my hips, letting them drop to the floor, and her eyes widened when my cock bobbed in front of her face as I stepped out of them. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to my erection through my briefs. Then she slid her mouth along the side to the base and back to the tip, cradling the other side with her hand, I shivered.
“What if I’m not good at it?” she asked, pulling my briefs down and licking her lips.
I smirked. “Well, from what I hear around campus, you’re great at it.” Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes got wide. Then she closed her mouth, pursing her lips like she was biting back a laugh.
“It’s my first time.” The blush I would never tire of seeing traveled down her neck and to her chest.
“I know,” I whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. “Cherry, everything about you is perfect. Just look at you. Here on your knees like this, I know that while none of those guys got to experience this, they were all right. You’re something else.” It was the way her face wore innocence and desire like a glow—the way I could look at her and want to savor her and adore her even while I watched her shatter to pieces.
Her face lit up with bravery and confidence, and she stuck out her tongue. She was slow and careful when she dragged her tongue along the bottom of my shaft, then over the tip before doing it again. It was like she wanted to memorize every vein with her tongue with as much delicate attention as possible.
While she took her time with my cock, her eyes didn’t leave mine. I couldn’t look away from the woman in front of me if I tried, and we both groaned when she closed her lips over the head and sucked lightly. She didn’t fit much of it in her mouth before she gagged and pulled back, returning to using her tongue to send shivers down my spine while tears rolled down her face. Even as her eyes watered, they tipped up with her smile, and when I groaned again, her face lit up.
I was right. She was good at it. Not because she was skilled, but because it was like all she wanted to do was pull as many moans from me as she could. Every time I made a sound, she repeated the action, the next time with a quiet moan.
“You have to stop,” I said when my balls tightened. I could let her suck my cock all night and if I wasn’t so eager to be buried inside her, I just might have. But I needed more—I needed to feel her shudder around me. I needed to feel her break, so I knew I was putting her back together—putting us back together.
When Beth looked up at me, she looked disappointed. “Did I do something wrong?”
I shook my head. “No, you did everything right.” I curled my finger under her chin, bringing her stare to meet mine. “But I need more of you.”
I helped Beth up from her knees, turning and guiding her onto the bed. The white cotton panties she wore were damp. She had enjoyed being down there as much as I had enjoyed having her there. “I need you too,” she whined, dropping her legs apart. I resisted the urge to tear the cotton from her body, instead taking my time and pulling it down her legs, leaving a trail of kisses up the inside of her thigh on the way back.
Beth’s legs shook, and her muscles fluttered where I gripped them, gently holding them apart against the mattress. “Now it’s my turn.” I ran my tongue along her slit, gathering the arousal that had already started to shine. “I knew that once I got a taste of cherry, I wouldn’t be able to get enough.”
I wouldn’t be able to get enough of the way she moaned or arched her back off the bed when I sucked her clit between my lips either, and I was already addicted to the sweet breaths that caught in her throat when she remembered to breathe. Her legs shook, and her pussy clenched.
“Carter!” she whined, lacing her hands in my hair. First, she tugged, pulling like she was trying to get away from me, and then she pulled me toward her. When she did it again, I could tell she was teetering on the edge, and she wasn’t sure whether she was willing to fall already.
I stuck a finger inside her, curling and hooking it against the soft, spongy spot that made her shriek and made her legs quiver. “Just like that, my sweet cherry. Say it again.” I massaged the spot, pressing my thumb against her clit in soft circles.
“Carter,” she whimpered, this time more desperately. Her body begged with every tremble.
“One more time. Scream it for me.” Her pussy tightened around my fingers when I put my hand flat on her lower belly. “Tell everyone here whose girl you are.”
Beth arched her back when her release rocked through her, and her eyes rolled back. “Carter!”
“That’s right. Mine,” I said before I kissed her soft mound. I ran my tongue along her pussy, gathering every drop of evidence. “My sweet cherry, and don’t you forget it.”
She gasped for air, struggling to catch her breath while I knelt onto the bed next to her. “You want me to be yours?” Beth asked while her legs quivered with remnant waves of pleasure. I traced circles over her thighs, watching her twitch from the sensitivity.
“You already are,” I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the foil pack that stayed tucked in my wallet. “And unless you say otherwise, I’m going to make sure everyone knows it. Tell me you’re mine.”
Beth nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me to her for a kiss I knew she would be able to taste herself on. “I’m as much yours as you are mine.” Then she giggled and started to hum, bringing back the end of the song we sang in the courtyard and a couple weeks ago in my car. “I can have any man that I want to. Time and place that I choose to, but I’m thinking that I would rather be here with you.”
“Me too, Cherry.” I kissed her again, hovering over her. “Me too.”
EPILOGUE
Beth
Homecoming Weekend 1993
