Cherry Popper(3)

I turn on the bedside lamp after she moves off me. Her dark hair is in a messy bun on top of her head and she’s wearing knee socks, pink cotton panties and one of my old concert T-shirts. I get even harder and pre-cum leaks from the tip of my dick when I see the dark pink circle in the crotch of her panties. “Fuck, Em. I can see how wet you are.”

Her legs fall apart and she touches the wet spot with her fingertips. Just like so many of my fantasies. “The proof of how much I want you.”

I’ve never touched her pussy. I don’t know what it feels like to run my fingers through her folds when they’re slick from need and desire. Or what it feels like to push my fingers inside her sweet little wet cunt while she rides my hand. Or what it feels like to push my finger into her tight puckered hole.

But I’m going to know. Only seven more days.

“Take off your panties.” She pushes her thumbs inside the waistband and lifts her sweet cheeks as she shimmies them down her hips and legs. She presses her knees together, reminding me she’s never been naked in front of a man until now. She looks so innocent like that.

I hold out my hand. “Give them to me.”

She hands over her underwear and I bring them to my nose. My dick dribbles again when I smell her feminine fragrance, her sweet nectar filling my lungs. “You smell fucking delicious.”

“Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits.” I’ve spent months picturing what they look like. And now I’m going to find out.

She crisscrosses her hands and pulls her shirt up and over her head, exposing her full, lush breasts. “So fucking beautiful, Emma.”

She cups them from below and pushes them up and together. Holy. Shit. She looks like a naughty schoolgirl in those fucking socks.

“You’ve never touched them.”

“And I won’t now either even though I’m dying to. Trust me. I want to pinch and suck them so fucking bad I can hardly stand it.” Maybe even titty fuck them if she’ll let me. Her breath hitches and I wonder for a sliver of a second if I said that last part out loud. “That’s right, Emma. I’m going to touch them. Suck them. Pinch them. Bite them. You’ll wear my mark when I’m finished with you.”

Dilated pupils have made her normally blue eyes nearly black. “That’s what I want, Ben. To wear your mark. To be all yours.”





I’m dying to put my mark on her. That’s an impossible task when you can’t touch someone. I’ll have to improvise.

I slide off the edge of the mattress and face her. “Lie back on the bed.”

I push my boxers down and her eyes widen when they move to my cock. “Ben … that’s never going to fit inside me.”

I grasp my cock and stroke it up and down as I study her naked body. “I promise it will fit inside you just fine, Em, but it won’t be tonight because we’re not fucking. But I’ve got to have some relief. And I want to mark you the only way I can without touching you.”

Her cheeks fill with color as her brow wrinkles and her head tilts to the side. “I don’t understand what that means.” Her voice is so soft. She’s embarrassed and it’s my job to reassure her.

“I know you don’t and it’s one of the things I adore about you—your innocence. I love that you’re untouched by any other man.” She has no idea what a fucking turn-on it is.

“I always wanted you to be my first.”

I’ll be her first—and her last—even if she doesn’t know it yet. “What about your own touch? Do you ever make yourself cum?”

She bites her lip and her cheeks further redden. “Sometimes I touch myself when I think of you and what it might feel like if we were making love.”

Good. I want to be a part of every orgasm she experiences, even the ones she gives herself.

I increase the grasp around my cock and pump harder. “Spread your legs for me, Em. I want to see all of you.”

She plants her feet flat against the bed and her knees fall apart. A small stream of juice dribbles out of her glistening pink pussy. I could make good use of that. Damn shame it’s going to waste.

Unless it’s not.

“Show me how you make yourself cum.” I pump harder as she puts her hand between her legs and rubs in a circular motion, spreading her slick nectar. “Fuck, Em, I want to eat you out so bad.”

She closes her eyes and rubs harder. Faster. “I’m dying to have your mouth on me.”

She has no idea how much I want to give in and say to hell with everyone but us. “I can’t, baby. Not yet.”

“Please, Ben.” Her voice is full of desperation. Torment. Misery. And it breaks my heart.